Scary Neighbours
My immediate neighbours are lovely. But the next house down from that? Crimminy biscuits - he's a 70 year old taxi driver who loves to tell me at length about the people he's put in hospital and how Soho is "run by Maltese ponces." How scary are your neighbours?
( , Thu 25 Aug 2005, 13:20)
My immediate neighbours are lovely. But the next house down from that? Crimminy biscuits - he's a 70 year old taxi driver who loves to tell me at length about the people he's put in hospital and how Soho is "run by Maltese ponces." How scary are your neighbours?
( , Thu 25 Aug 2005, 13:20)
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Where i used to live...
we had one of those "special" houses down the bottom of the road for all the crazy war veterans, junkies and electro shock therapy patients - you know the ones i mean. As expected there were quite a few special people - the guy who always wore shorts and a wooly hat and the nice gentleman that wore a top hat, blue sandals and always had an unlit ciggarette hanging from his mouth. Now quite often the latter character came back to their delightful abode and started shouting "I'm not fucking Hitler, I'm not fucking Stalin, I'm not fucking Goerring" and other names of various infamous dictators.
T'was rather scary at three in the morning or any other time. Scariest was when i was delievering th free paper for 80p an hour and he (tophat) invited me inside.
( , Sat 27 Aug 2005, 12:01, Reply)
we had one of those "special" houses down the bottom of the road for all the crazy war veterans, junkies and electro shock therapy patients - you know the ones i mean. As expected there were quite a few special people - the guy who always wore shorts and a wooly hat and the nice gentleman that wore a top hat, blue sandals and always had an unlit ciggarette hanging from his mouth. Now quite often the latter character came back to their delightful abode and started shouting "I'm not fucking Hitler, I'm not fucking Stalin, I'm not fucking Goerring" and other names of various infamous dictators.
T'was rather scary at three in the morning or any other time. Scariest was when i was delievering th free paper for 80p an hour and he (tophat) invited me inside.
( , Sat 27 Aug 2005, 12:01, Reply)
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