| Comment | Once caught a guy taking a shite in my close doorway on Parnie Street, many moons ago. The door used to be quite recessed. Hands on both walls, squatting with his trousers round his ankles. I was coming in and he pulled his trousers up, said sorry and moved so I could get in. Next day, a big smearing of shite where the close door swings.
Those doors are now flush with the building face. |
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