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Sunday, 23 November 2003


It's been raining for seventy two hours in London. Daylight pitches into darkness by four o'clock. The tree outside my window - the huge screening tree that obviates the need for curtains - is bare.
"Bare ruined choirs". Do I notice this. Do I buggery.

Last night, preparing to go out, I'm dancing my little heart out in my strapless bra and knickers while drying my hair in the kitchen. I glance over at the big window. Without a leafy screen, I look directly into the startled eyes of Bloke Opposite, all too obviously dancing his little heart out while ironing in his blue underpants.
My eyes snap back down, shifty, horrified, and I crab-walk out of there.

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Updated: Sunday, 23 November 2003 2:14 PM GMT
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Sunday, 23 November 2003 - 2:48 PM GMT

Name: jatb
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Poor bloke. At least you had your knickers on.

Sunday, 23 November 2003 - 3:07 PM GMT

Name: Looby
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Well, either poor or lucky, one of the two, he said, slightly slimily.

Sunday, 23 November 2003 - 5:11 PM GMT

Name: paul
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Hahahahaahah, that's hilarious! I was putting my fan into the window once, int the summer, and the girl next door left her bathtub in a towel. The phone rang, and when she grabbed it, bam, towel fell down. It was one of the greatest moments of my young life.

Sunday, 23 November 2003 - 6:24 PM GMT

Name: boz
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I would like to read Bloke's blog to hear his description of your voyeuristic encounter.

Sunday, 23 November 2003 - 9:01 PM GMT

Name: sarah
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My second girlfriend could see into the flat of an exotic dancer, who clearly hadn't heard of curtains and liked dancing nude. That was great.

I mean, see from her kitchen window into the window of the dancer's flat. She didn't have X-ray vision or anything. Although, that'd have been *really* great.

Sunday, 23 November 2003 - 10:32 PM GMT

Name: Vanessa

My 1.5th girlfriend's other, proper girlfriend's best friend's flat in Covent Garden overlooked the flat of Amanda Barrie, the one who bathed in asses' milk in Carry on Cleopatra, and who played Alma in Coronation Street. We would peer over the window ledge each with binoculars, trying to catch her with her girlfriend.

Monday, 24 November 2003 - 12:45 AM GMT

Name: Lauren
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Hey. Thanx for your message. I was really surprised when you left me one too because i was looking at your journal earlier this morning! =)

Monday, 24 November 2003 - 2:00 AM GMT

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Monday, 24 November 2003 - 1:03 PM GMT

Name: Pan
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Well I'm glad the important bit of the post is being picked up on . . . GUYS! It's been raining here seemingly forever!!


Monday, 24 November 2003 - 4:48 PM GMT

Name: kat
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i was doing the same this weekend, hopping down the hallway in my skivvies with a glass of champagne in my hand, maybe a little too ebullient about my new underworld CD... there was no voyeurism (at least not that i noticed), but i did twist my ankle and fall down the stairs. my roommate saw me in a crumpled heap and asked if i was hurt... i said, "the only thing that's hurt is my pride".

you know what V? it's called joie de vivre. and there ain't nuttin' wrong wit' it.

Monday, 24 November 2003 - 5:33 PM GMT

Name: Kat
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This sounds like a scene from a movie. You know, it's one thing when you mean to expose yourself to somebody and another one entirely when it's an accident.

I had to smile at this.

Monday, 24 November 2003 - 10:10 PM GMT

Name: Vanessa

He's suddenly taken to drawing the curtains of an evening, presumably all the better to blog in peace.... :-)

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