tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-61343512011-08-17T04:10:13.294+01:00Well... Not that many years ago I lived above a brothel in the Grey Toon in Scotland. Out of a confused mixture of irritation and amusement, I started to blog about it.Neighbour of Teh Hoors!http://www.blogger.com/profile/13792218353651019275noreply@blogger.comBlogger2211100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6134351.post-45355650441921543292009-10-28T21:26:00.003Z2009-10-28T21:29:13.038Z

yeah yeah. I know all the pics from my blog have gone.who'd have thought it! Geocities gone! (Yeah i knew the entire world knew and I know I couldn't be arsed doing anything about it) - when I started this blog up in 2003, you couldn't get comments attached to it, nevermind pics. Hence, all the lovely decorations to this blog have gone missing coz they were linked to in Geocitites. Which means I

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So yes, I'm still alive! I'm no deid yet!As regular readers will know - there is nothing better than a chatty taxi driver to inspire me to post more tales of hoors in the Grey Toon. Well, I've had a boring lot of taxi drivers of late - except maybe the one who told us (at length) about how he dresses up as a teddy boy at weekends and how it's just like the old days when he jitterbugs with the

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So...The boy was making his way through the Wildes of Garthdee the other week and some kid came up to him.The kid couldn't have been 10. And was blonde and might have been a girl. That's all the information that soaked into his brain. I did ask for further description for blogging purposes (not living near hoors any more, we have to put up with other local quirks for entertainment), but further

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Of course one of the big Aberdeen Prostitution stories* of the last few months has been Aberdeen City Council's controversial decision to remove the tolerance zone and the resulting increase of arrests in the city centre.I was going to do a big serious post about this and shove my opinions on legalisation down your collective throat... But on seeing this explanatory clip from the BBC news with

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... and so Google Street View has been launched and the world gasps in wonder and has lots of debates on whether this is a good thing or not.Of course it's a good thing. How else are we to stalk people on the other side of the earth.However, I notice that certain parts of the Grey Toon have not yet been completed. So nae chunce of looking up the one legged hoor on Cotton Street then...

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I forgot to blog about this at the time, but back in December (when, lets face it, I was too busy with Christmas nights out and wondering what to get The Boy's family for Christmas), the Peenj published the following story:PROBLEM WITH VIGILANTESRisks of taking law into your own handsPublished: 16/12/2008Hardly a week goes by without us reading about another case where someone has taken the law

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So last post, my good friend told you how she'd once been propositioned at 6.45am wearing an ugly hotel uniform on her way from work. (It takes all kinds...)In this second post, my Hoors Towers Correspondent tells of a typical day working in her hotel by the harbour. My next run-in with a prostitiute happened a month or so later when a hotel guest tried to smuggle one into the room.Working in a

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A friend of mine worked, for a year or so, at one of The Grey Toon's less salubrious hotels. For the fear of being sued, beaten up or dropped down an elevator shaft I won't mention which one... but I'm sure I can say it was situated near the harbour. Oh God, I'd better check it's not the only one down the harbour before I continue with this post... *brief pause*Right. According to Uncle Google,

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Just a quick post to wish you all a very Happy New Year and all the best or 2009!A bit late I must admit, but we were all still recovering here at No-Hoors-Here-Towers. A good few days that saw not much movement at all,I was first fitted by Mr Aberdeen Tramps though, who doesn't have internet access and therefore asked me to take over the admin of "Aberdeen Tramps And Ither Weel Kent Fowk". So

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So yeah. Anyone who has vaguely followed My Neighbours Are Hoors over the past few years or who has even had more than a casual glance, will realise that my Neighbours Are No Longer Hoors.First of all they got closed down by the Polis and then I moved out into a much more salubrious neigbourhood.So the front page of the blog needs a bit of an update. Hence I will change the sidebar.Just for my

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It turns out that I have moved into Christmas Close.1st of December, out came the European lightbulb mountain which was promptly stuck to the front of my neighbours houses. Our close glitters so much it's like someone covered us in glue and rolled us through Claire's Accessories.I was considering how to react to this.Would I...a) Act the way I always do, wait until the 15th December (ish) and

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Aaah!The first snow of winter and doesn't my new neighbourhood look great! It's so clean and quaint looking and there are kids out sledging and making snowmen and there's a dachsund out walking with it's owner that's having to hop skip and jump over the snow. I can just see it muttering "Slow down you long legged bastard" under its breath.We made it through Hallowe'en without getting eggs off

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So now I've been in the new hoose a few months, I've started to notice odd things about the place. This could be due to sinister things, chilling plotlines and scandalous gore of the past... or it could just be due to some dodgy DIY.Consider the following:Evidence 1:When you leave the kitchen light on for more than 10 minutes, it gets hot enough to burn your fingers off. Yes. It could just be

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So one of the best things about my new place (except the absence of women selling themselves for sex in my basement) is the fact I have my own back garden.I can not tell you, ladies and gentlemen, exactly how thrilled I am to hang out my own pants on my own washing line (Ok. It's nae a washing line. It's a whirly. Do I need to do a translation of whirly for the non-Scots reading this? or is a "

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After attending the Cullerlie Traditional Singing Weekend the past three days (My Neighbours Were Folkie Folks In Tents), I promised some to make the link to the Hoors Song easier to find.So here it is: http://myneighboursarehoors.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-wrote-song.html

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So yes.I have been Absent. Not just mentally (that is nothing new) , but from t'internet as a whole. For an awfy long time. And why? I hear you ask impatiently?Well, I couldn't really say anything about it at the time without giving away my oh-so-secret identity, but...After 10 years in my flat, I started getting itchy feet. Looking at the housing market, I decided that if there was any time

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There are many fine things in having a friend live just a few doors up from you. One is borrowing cups of sugar (much easier to go a few doors up than to borrow possibly-contaminated sugar from your hooring neighbours). Another is meeting in the local for a bottle of cheap pink wine and some chicken in a basket.Another is when you receive a text like the one I just got 10 minutes ago:"Quick.

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... Especially for these people who don't realise that light's on and curtains open mean that EVERYONE can see in on dark nights (och but I'm glad those nights are fair drawin' oot now here in the Grey Toon - aye. I saw my first bee of the spring today!)Hence I would like to publicly congratulate my neighbours across the way on the fine performance they're putting on - as I'm sure I speak for

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So we went to see Sweeny Todd a couple of weeks ago. I won't fill this post with my amazing guru-like film like criticisms, but will tell you what happened after. *We enjoyed the movie (for you 'Mercans. "Pictures" for the rest of us), had the usual hassle getting out of the Cineworld car-park and then drove towards our destination, Our Local Chinese Restaurant, through the Red Light District.

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In the style of Father Lionel Fanthorpe... I wrote a song. And here it is, it's called "The My Neighbours Are Hoors Song"It's to be sung to the tune of Nicky Tams - because apparently everyone's first song has to be written to the tune of Nicky Tams. (OK. It's not my first song. That was "Prozac at Christmas," and that was co-written to the tune of "Happy Christmas (War is Over)")It's also in

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Christmas. Ah Christmas. The Festive Season. Yule. The Season of Overindulgence, and in my case... The Ceremonial Eating of Cheese.Sorry Girlies. I could give up Chocolate. I could never sully my tastebuds with Cadbury's ever again. I could skip past the Bournville Factory, twirl past the cocoa fields of this earth and, verily sprint, past the combined chocolatiers of Belgium, Switzerland,

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Just back from Christmas Gallivanting - so a belated Merry Christmas to you all! :)

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I've been try to keep my cool over this.The Nice Council Man With The Drainrods was asking me the other week if I'd seen a particular tramp going around the area lately.Yes. I had. "He's nae lookin' well." "He's aye drinkin Cider" "Far does he bide?" The conversation went on. Poor Council Man couldn't sleep one night because of the singing beneath his window!I sympathised and thought nothing

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I really am in two minds whether or not to publish this post. I'm don't mean to get on my high horse and think I'm better than anyone and I'm not being naive or anything cuz I do know what goes on (dontchaknow) but there's something about this story that makes me go "Ewwwwwwwwwww" or shudder or, in fact, go "Heeuuurgh!" (Which isn't a very lady-like noise).Onwaye. A friend of mine was getting

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So there's a Chinese medicine shop at Holburn Junction... I was sitting in traffic the other evening, preparing to run the gauntlet of drunken neds running across Union Street, and I chanced to look a a nice new shiny advert in their window which proclaimed - "Only £25! Foot and Boby Massage!"And I wondered... Had it been an accidental mis-spelling of Body? Or even more tragically, had they

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Yeah, I know - I've been awfy quiet of late!Of course with the Hoors gone, there's not that much to write about! (Well there is, but I can't. This will all make sense some time in the future.)Well... tonights post. It is written as I sit here in the freezing chill of a Grey Toon summers evening, huddled round my Bombay Bad Boy (TM). And tonight my thoughts drift towards the poor hard working

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People have been coming and going from Shetland Girl's flat that is up for sale, you can hear them go up the stairs.The Boy and I were busy wrestling some heavy DIY detritus down the stairs and The Dad of a Potential Purchaser was just in time to open the door for us. (What a nice man).He smiled and asked a few questions - like you should when you're buying a flat. Such as:1) Do the buzzers work

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It's been a good long time since Shetland Girl's little brother's mates (aka Busted) got a bollocking from Shetland Girl for peuking all over the stairs outside our flat(see this post) a (Also this post and this post leading up to this event). And I have to say things have been very quiet indeed upstairs - obviously Busted had been banned by Shetland Girl from renting out/squatting in/

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No posts for a couple of weeks as I'm off to swim in the mud at Glastonbury!

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I should have posted about this a while ago but never got around to it...I was talking a few weeks back to the young lady who has moved into the flat previously occupied by The Hoors. After a few minutes of chatting she asked who lived in the flat before her."Aaaah, ummm, aaah, errrr...." I fumbled looking for a way to break this to her gently."Och, don't worry about that! I know what TYPE of

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Ladies and Gentlemen. Sitemeter is a very useful (and free) tool. Never let it be said that I don't give any blogging tools free publicity.You can see where people accessing your site live.You can see when they access the site from their workplace (and hence I'd like to say a big "HI!" to all the uk government workers out there :)And more to the point, you can see what they were searching for

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So me and my mate were out the other night being Ladies Wot Dine at one of the Grey Toon's favourite establishments, Le Ristorante Poshe.Awaiting our fine cuisine, we were few glasses into a bottle of fine pink wine and starting to put the world to rights. Neds? What's to be done with them! The Grey Toon Bypass? A shocking state of affairs! The Grey Toon Housing Market? What's the world

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As promised in my last post, here is a newspaper report from the time of the couple caught "in flagrante" in a Grey Toon park by a thievin ned. Good on them for having the nerve to report the thefts... That's all I can say!A couple who were having sex in an Aberdeen city park, had to walk home stark naked, after their clothes were stolen. The “gentleman” involved in the open-air event, is said

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A friend's dad brought up the subject a couple of weekends ago "Remember that time there was a naked man in your back garden?"Initially there was a bit of confusion over which of three incidents he was referring to.Was he talking about...1) When there was a naked man knocking on my door in a hotel a couple of years back. (No. I hadn't ordered one.)2) The actual incident he was referring to where

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Which Grey Toonser or ex pat of the Grey Toon can claim they have no knowledge of The 24 Hour Porn And Popper Shop?Yes. I can hear you all sigh in reminiscence of the time you stumbled up there at 4am to purchase a nice apple pie, a bottle of fizzy wine for 99p and a few bags of those bizarre Norwegian cracker things that have been reduced to 25p because they're 3 months past their sell by date

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It is my great pleasure, to bamf you over to a fellow Grey Toonser's blog where he has achieved something I never had the guts to do. Yes folks, Darren was able to lean out his window and take photos of the hoors arranging business there! (Outside a very recogniseable blue and yellow door.)Linky: http://moblog.co.uk/view.php?id=242474On behalf of all the hoors neighbours of the world, Darren,

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I can't remember if I ever wrote about this, but we were talking about it in the pub the other night.Once, long ago in the late 90's, we (the residents of the tenement) found out that Our Neighbours Were Hoors.Our first reactions on discovering this? Well, they included gossiping between neighbours behind closed doors over cups of tea (and in the case of the dead man, a Tennents Stubby),

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So yeah. In my last post I told you about the usual game on the way back from the cinema when you drive home through the tolerance zone. (Hoor spotting).Well, we had just taken my friend's son to see some kids film or other and we were taking that route so we could get chips on the way home. Despite the heavy rain, there were quite a lot of street hoors out, pacing up and down in their thigh

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When you go to the cinema down at the beach in The Grey Toon, you have a couple of options for best en-route entertainment:1) Roll down your windows, rev your engine in a manner that will make everyone think you have a tiny penis, turn up your tinny copy of 2 Unlimited's greatest hits and go Booley Cruisin down the Beach Boulevard.2) Go down Castle Street past the now closed Crow's Nest ("Most

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So here I am, writing this just fresh out of the taxi of the most easily despiseable taxi driver in the whole of the grey toon.Pal. Don't rant to me. Don't rant to me at all. Especially about:a) The new shops they're building at the Haudagin Roundabout.b) The city bypass.c) Organic Farms.d) My choice of mechanic. He is a lovely man and not a crook. When was the last time someone fixed YOUR

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Following the appearance of My Neighbours Are Hoors in the Scottish Sun a week or so back, I had the following conversation with a friend through in one of the other offices:"Heymin! Come here and see this web page!" she cries, pointing to a rather familiar site. "My Neighbours Are Hoors!!! Did you nae used to live above hoors? You and this girl should get together and compare notes! She could

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Faaame!I came home to many texts and emails on thursday. For this most 'umble blog has been covered in none other than Britain's top Tabloid, The Sun.Linky: The Scottish Sun's article on My Neighbours Are HoorsMy favourite bits arethe title - "Cheeky" is a much underused word. Today I will try to use it all the time.the bits in bold. The Sun doing what The Sun does best - summing it all up in 3

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Well. It had to happen. You all had comments along these lines when I first announced the Hoors had gone... And it finally happened.Soooooo I'm struggling down the street to the door of the building with a big pile of shopping when a stringy looking man in his mid 40's parks his car (badly. Honestly. Reverse parking isn't that difficult. All it needs is a little patience and a little

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Hot on the heels of someone googling for "What should I do if I suspect someone is running a brothel?" someone has googled for "What should I do if my neighbours don't like me."Aww. Once again I am going to be your friendly neighbourhood Agony Aunt. (Another top 10)1) Give them lots of money.2) Live with it. You could be lucky. You could have undesireables for your neighbours. You know...

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In the lifetime of this blog, I've really just blogged about incidents and people who have interrupted my life and the private space in which I live. The hoors and the 24 hour party people, for example. I can't think of any occassion where I've gone out of my way to find something to write about.This didn't just start when the hoors moved in. In fact, I was just thinking back to the time I

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Oh, and the person who found My Neighbours Are Hoors by googling for "What should I do if I suspect someone is running a brothel?"... Here are my top 10 suggestions (in no particular order. I just like doing top 10's)1) Report them to the police! It is your duty as a do-gooding citizen and they may let you off that parking fine.2) Report them to The Sun! It is your duty as a tabloid reader and

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Soooo!The inevitable has happened! The Hoors flat has a new resident!After the tools and camping furniture vanished from the front room and a nice begonia appeared sitting on the windowsill, a shining new "To Let" sign appeared in the Hoors window!Now I'm not saying I'm nosy or anything, but you have to admit it WOULD take a lot of self control not to phone up the number advertised on the sign,

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Don't worry Laydeez and Gennlemun, I have not totally disappeared. Posts will come as and when I find something of interest to say... In the meantime, thanks all for your kind concern about the lack of entertainment I now have in my life. It has been the end of an era.Plus - Happy New Year! (I can still say it this late on in January - and anyway, we're only just past the Olde New Year)Anyway.

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I'd like to take this opportunity to wish you all a Merry Christmas/Saturnalia/Yule/Holidays - whatever it's called in your part of the world.Thanks everyone for your kind comments and begging letters asking me to insist that the Hoors haven't, in fact, left the building. *sob*It's all so touching!!! *sniffle*Oh I think I've had too much sherry...*hic!*

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Well...It looks like the Hoors have gone.Pas de Hoors.Yes. Really.This evening when I came home, the dirty old screen was gone from the window, there are bright and shining new curtains, there is a nice pot plant in the window and the sun was streaming into the front room. All signs point towards new neighbours... Perhaps first time owners as the only furniture thus far is a couple of those

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Just suppose the Hoors are gone... Does this mean I can put my Christmas Tree up this year with the red fairy lights I bought in 1998 before I discovered My Neighbours Were Hoors?Am I now safe to have a red glow coming from my window?

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Hmmm. So we came back from the pub late last night full of what Enid Blyton would have called high spirits. There are still no curtains at the hoors window. Blind to the dangers of climbing onto window sills, the boy and I drunkenly levered eachother up onto the hoors windowsill so that we could look over the grubby lace screen, and peered in and saw…*a pause of great drama*NOTHING.Not ae thing.

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Hmmm.Curiouser and curiouser. After the tea drinking visit of the police to the hoors the other week, I was sent away with work and I haven't had the change to tell you of the new developments… Mainly the appearance of some flat pack kitchen units and some lino in the tenement hallway. Then on Monday night there was a lot of hoovering and related cleaning noises. Then on Tuesday evening we

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Eeeeeh but it's all so exciting!As I type, there is a couple of police cars parked across the road and the hoors door is slightly open. When I came in just now, I could hear a Cockerney Hoor asking them if they wanted a cup of tea. (2 x Milk and 2 sugars).It was all very calm. None of the usual screaming and carrying on that usually accompanies a visit of the police to the brothel on the

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Yeah! So it's been Hallowe'en.And last night, in between worshipping the ancestors, cuddling ravens and dancing widdershins round our local bonfire, I popped home for supplies.And, making a hell of a lot of noise getting in the front door (broomstick got wedged in the hinges), I obviously sounded like a punter arriving. So as I was passing the Hoors flat, the door opened - and there stood one

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Now, I'm not accustomed to telling people about arguments in my private life, let alone publishing details of them on t'internet for the whole world to see... But this is relevant.I just got locked out after going outside to get something from the car. I had to buzz upstairs to the flat to get back into the building. And I don't care WHAT The Boy says... That WAS a pubic hair on the buzzer

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OK,I need the help of you lovely intellingent people out there! Scroll down the page a bit to the archives and you'll see archives by month from November 2003 to January 2006. I can't figure out how to get the rest of my archives linked in the side bar!Under "settings" under the tab "archiving" I have selected Archive Frequency as Monthly and under "enable post pages," "yes" is chosen.Can

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Hahahah!Pardon me for such a badly written, roughly put together post, but I just came in from work and there was a short punter wearing a pair of dungarees and a flat cap and the most luxurious, bushy moustache I have ever seen! Super Mario 4 - Mario Conquers the Hoors!(P.S. He was also carrying one of those dry cleaning bags - I bet it was a Princess Peach outfit)Edit: In my enthusiasm to

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For some bizarre reason, our wheelie-bin lid has been nicked. What neds can possibly find to do with the lid of a wheelie-bin at this time of year is beyond me... I mean, it's not even sledging season!So for the past few days, in the late September sun, our wheelie-bin has been a veritable funfair for the seagulls, rats and other mysterious beasts of the Grey Toon. Which makes putting the bin

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A punter was standing at the buzzer as The Boy and I drove past the tenement the other day, looking for a parking space. I didn't notice, because of the cars parked outside the flat what he must have been carrying...(Yes. Mysterious, isn't it?)So we parked and let ourself into the tenement, struggled with our shopping bags and put them down in the hallway so we could search through the junk mail

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A couple of weekends ago, we had a most pleasant time out in The Shire. The main reason for which was to go to one of the Shire's Highland Gatherings. (However I'd better not tell you which one in case you all turn up trying to discover my secret identity. As we all know that celebrity spotting can spoil the atmosphere of the games.) Saturday evening was lots of good food, good company and

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So a friend of mine has given me permission to tell you all about an incident down at the Castlegate last saturday night around 3.30am...He was taking the long way home from his night-time job and was passing through the Castlegate, when he saw some poor lost looking type asking some locals where he could find a hoor. Said locals were full of the grey-toon wit and were trying to send him up King

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Some people just attract the attention of wandering lunatics. I am one of them. From an early age I have come to accept this. (There could follow many tales of being adopted on planes, trains and buses by Chinese Fortunetellers, Men of the cloth from Ghana and a Dundonian pauper with a penchant for Tolstoy... But I don't want to bore you).Hence when I'm walking down the road with random people

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So we were in The Local on Saturday night. I muscled my way past the man-with-the-twirly-moustache and the-man-whose-wife-comes-in-shouting-at-him-after-Eastenders and propped myself up at the bar waiting for the Blonde Bombshell to serve me with my usual glass of water and a winegum. Who else was propped up against the bar next to me, but The Council Man With The Drainrods. (He had no drain

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Things have been dull Chez Hoors. As dull as the current series of Big Brother... So imagine how delighted I was to return home to my favourite hoor! Yes! The Liverpudlian Hoor! As detailed in Eight Days A WeekSo picture me, if you will, struggling up the stairs at an ungodly hour with my heavy bags full of the tools of my trade, messed up hair, makeup smudged, just generally travel-worn...

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You disgusting lot. I am ASHAMED of you and what you all look up on Google to find my site.Who the hell googles for "kittens dipped in grease"? (three times!)Filthy bastards.

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Bloody hell. I can't believe it's been over 2 weeks since my last post! :| I have no excuse other than I was away with work for far too long. (A whole new blog in itself...) And while there's been a couple of "Events" since I got back, I think I should finish off telling you about The Missionaries... Just while we're on the subject! :)It was one of the hottest summers I can remember. It was the

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So, I previously told you about when we found out about our Missionary neighbours a few years back when I was a student. They were Mormon Missionaries and lived directly above us. They were always females and although I'm sure they all looked different, to my aging mind they were all blonde clones of Hayley Mills in her youth (or the Olsen Sisters for those of you too young to remember Ms Mills

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So I'm back from holiday now and from what I can make out, bugger all happened while I was away. However, I feel that you, my loyal readers, deserve more than that - hence I'm about to tell you about some other neighbours I had previous to moving in above the brothel. Yeah. Missionaries!It was when I was a student and my good friend and I had rented a flat in one of the most popular student

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Typical.I go away for the weekend and exciting things happen.I was (loudly) carrying some furniture to be chucked out down the stairs yesterday and passed the first floor flat below mine. The door opened suddenly and Lovely Miss and Master Downstairs peered out with faces full of paranoia."Oh! It's you!" said Miss Downstairs, "Would you like a hand with that?" And so Miss Downstairs helps me to

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I'm off on holiday, but I'll leave you with this...There was a lot of banging going on at the weekend. Stop that. Clear your filthy minds out this moment! The hoors were finally getting a new front door. It is a rather pleasant green and has some nice Victorian-style panelling. It looks like it could withstand a few good kickings. Our hoors may now sleep safely at night.Assuming they’re not

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I'd just like to point out that this is not our hoors. I know you've been wondering because I can see what you've been typing into Google to find me. (And I know what else you've been typing... You dirty little beggars!)To summarise my favourite parts from the Press and Journal's report of the latest brothel raid in the grey toon...Police raiding a flat in the west end of The Grey Toon, which

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We were having a quiet after work pint the other day in The Local. There were the usual punters… the one that looks like the geeky guy that came second in Big Brother 6 last year, the one with the twirly moustache that wouldn’t look out of place in a Kitchener family portrait, Groundskeeper Wullie from the Simpsons…And we sat down to quaff our fine ales and scoff our chicken inna basket. Now

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I was over at my mum and dad's the other day and we were talking about where we used to live when I was a kid.We used to have this neighbour. She stuck her nose into everyone's business. If someone was getting a divorce, she was the first to know. If someone's son was in jail, she was the first to know. Apparently one local girl was pregnant and unmarried (this was the 70's I think) and the woman

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*mutter mutter... mumble mumble...* *drool* *snore*Fast asleep. Away in the land of nod am I when...Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!No! Not the polis. Not a hoor demanding sanctuary. But the boy. He has forgotten his keys.Sleepily I let him in. "Sorry, I forgot my keys, the buzzer isn't working and my phone ran out of batteries" he gasps."So how did you get into the building?" I ask, when I've

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So... that sunny afternoon when I was outside cleaning my car... Not only was I approached by Bill Oddie, but Shetland Boy came out on his way to work. We exchanged the usual pleasantries, discussed the broken door ("Probably due to the high amount of traffic we recieve") and just as he was about to leave, he asked "Did you get disturbed the other night by one of the hoors?""Um. No?" - I've

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So... I was washing my car last wednesday. No, not doing the Liv Tyler thing... just trying to remove some of the scratches it got when some comedy genius put a traffic cone on it.For the entertainment, I ought to do this more often. You see, I was coming out of the tenement with my polish and my shammy and, because the bloody door is knackered AGAIN, some Bill Oddie type was making his way

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Just thought y'all might like to know the Hoors (and friends) are foregoing a night's earnings and are watching The Eurovision Song Contest at full volume!

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Hmmm. Now that I'm back from working abroad, I can tell you about the full tragedy unfolding upstairs. When I arrived home this evening, there was *stuff* everywhere around their flat - kind of like when we were students and the woman downstairs kept throwing her boyfriend's stuff out of the window (which was particularly amusing at the time if anyone wants to hear about it). *Stuff* includes

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Last night the boy and I were awakened from a well-deserved slumber by none other than Busted.They weren't getting in a bit of late night practice, oh no! The spiky haired littled darlings appeared to be doing a bit of clearing up. Clearing up that, by the sounds of things, consisted of hauling an elephant down the stairs, arguing with a tramp and rounding the whole lot off by having a Greek

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A workmate asked me yesterday..."So. Have yer hoors been shut down yet!?"Apparently his mate is in the Grey Toon Police Force, specifically the Hoor Crackdown dept and they're going round the Grey Toon's Tennement Brothels one by one CLOSING THEM DOWN!So we wait with baited breath. It can only be so long.Unless one of their Chief Inspectors is a regular of course.

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A friend has pointed out that Hoors now come in German! :D (Oh go on. Make your own jokes)German Hoors

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Some guy that works with us has just returned after a long absence. He joined the usual group for lunch.To give him credit, he did manage to restrain himself a full 10 minutes before asking "So! Still living above the Hoors?!"Sob!

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I come home from a hard night's doing-what-I-do-of-an-evening (keep it clean guys) and try to park somewhere closer to my flat than... say... STONEfeckingHAVEN!!!Can I?No.Why?Because some fecker has parked his car outside the hoors flat - taking up TWO SPACES!!! I'm going to go right down there and draw a cock in the frost on his windscreen. With a finger dipped in grease so he'll never get rid

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To keep topical, I really should have written this post on Sunday when Scotland's ban on smoking in public places began. But sorry. I was busy.For those of you unaware, as of Sunday March 26th, smoking is now banned in enclosed spaces such as workplaces, pubs, clubs, restaurants, shopping centres and social clubs. The boy and I skipped back from the pub on sunday, stench free and clear of lung.

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So when I was doing other blog related stuff, I did a search on "UK Prostitution"And on the RHS under Google Sponsored Links?ProstitutionCompare Prices and find great dealsfrom thousands of UK shops.www.shopping.net

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I'm still cackling at this Google search that led someone to My Neighbours Are Hoors earlier today - "Where have all the prostitutes gone in Birmingham?"A question truly worthy of asking Uncle Google. I will give you an answer. Downstairs. The lot of them. All servicing punters and organising tricks in their black country patois. You can barely move down there for Birmingham Hoors!Sorry

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I'm sure I must be wrong here... But I swear I just saw Captain Sensible putting rubbish out into one of the big communal bins...

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I'd just like to take this opportunity to thank the comedy genius who was kind and thoughtful enough to leave a traffic cone on my car this morning.Truly sir (and I have no doubt you are a sir), you are the funniest man that ever lived.Ahahaha.

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"I think I saw a punter today!" cried The Boy when I got home from work the other day. He seemed quite surprised by this. Actually, people are often surprised by the fact that I often come across punters during my comings and goings from the flat. There's a brothel down there. Men come to the brothel to have sex with women for money. To do this, they have to enter the building. To enter the

Neighbour of Teh Hoors!http://www.blogger.com/profile/13792218353651019275noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6134351.post-1140641563597488952006-02-22T20:50:00.000Z2006-02-22T20:53:10.810Z

I should have posted this last week, but I was aff gettin' pished in London.I was saddened to observe, last wednesday the 15th February, a rose. A crushed rose lying in the gutter outside the hoors window.I shan't spoil the bittersweet feeling you're all undoubtedly having right now by making any smug observations.(P.S. Where is our favourite hostie's blog?)

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Never did I think I'd get so many questions about drain rods! There have been other questions which I suppose I could answer too.I could just add these to the FAQ, but can't be arsed.So.What is a drain rod? Well! I'm glad you asked. I bet there are 1000's out there who don't know what a drain rod is. I think it's kind of like a pipe cleaner. In the same way that a pipe cleaner cleans pipes, I

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Right. OK. So a lot of us bloggers have sitemeter to track where most of our hits are coming from?These can be very englightening. This is how I know that a surprising amount of you find me through our common inability to spell Suzie Quatro properly.Today someone in New Zealand found my blog by Googling for "My Neighbour Just Hung Himself."Dude.If you're old enough to connect to the internet,

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It has been a touch on the chilly side of late. The rivers have been frozen for the first time I can remember and there are all Victorian people skating about. (OK. There aren't, but the bus journey to work is a long one and my imagination gets a bit out of control sometimes).I've explained in the past how I can come home from work and see a punter at the door waiting to be let in. Sometimes I

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Right. OK. I was finally finding time from my busy schedule to sit down and write a post. I was going to answer some of the questions you've been asking in comments. (Such as "What is a drain rod" and Am I John?") But now I am going to do a LiveJournal on you. I am going to have an online STROP.Often I think I'm going to have to face facts that the hoors aren't as interesting as they used to be

Neighbour of Teh Hoors!http://www.blogger.com/profile/13792218353651019275noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6134351.post-1137244041978252302006-01-14T13:02:00.000Z2006-01-14T13:07:21.990Z

OK. It looks like I've finally sussed out why I was getting no comments. Turns out I switched on the "moderate comments" thingy on haloscan. And here I was thinking nobody loved me! *sob*So now I have all the comments from way back in the dawn of time to enjoy over and over.I'm off to play with haloscan now. More on teh Hoors later

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That's it. Just a Christmas greeting from me :)Nothing exciting downstairs, except that they got a Christmas card from a punter. Awww nice punter :)Merry Christmas y'all! :D

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Sometimes I worry about the Hoors.They're letting God knows who into their house and I'm sometimes concerned about their safety. They let some really wierd folk in there you know...Anyway. I've been working away from home for a few days and was really excited about going to the pub this evening. I put on my headphones and bounced down the stairs, sang along and danced past the hoors front door.

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I arrive home.I check my mail.My heart is immediately wrenched by the most sorrowful of wailings coming from the brothel.Some poor dear (young, female, high pitched) is upset. She sobs, she wails, she moans! No. Hold on. She doesn't moan. She's upset, not working.Ok. So. She... howls, laments and blubbers a bit too.Then after that, another voice. Older, deeper, giving the mental picture of

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It must have been his birthday! Or a sudden drive on energy-saving...Or he has put on weight, caught leprosy and grown another head...Or his mother has come to stay!Anyway. Neighbours of this world weep, hang your heads, wail and grind your teeth...For the naked man has bought curtains.Amen.

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