Paper thin walls

We lived in an old terraced house. The walls were pretty much knackered so were covered with a thin sheet of pasteboard and the obligatory woodchip wallpaper which basically kept the plaster & mortar from falling down. However, it also meant that the slippage caused a few 'sound holes' to appear where everything from next door could be overheard very, very clearly.

The woman on one side of us was a very prim and proper local government manager in her early to mid '40's. She didn't much approve of myself and my housemates dole-scrounging, dope-smoking, daytime telly-watching lifestyle and would make pointed remarks about it in a sniffy manner. We smiled at her and kept a civil tongue all the while knowing what we knew.

Unknown to her, there was a 'sound hole' right over the head of her bed. We could hear her begging her boyfriend to "Treat me dirty", "Call me a fucking whore" etc and then gasp, pant and moan as she got her weekly service. After one of her occasional disapprovals of a house party of ours or what have you, we'd invite people round to listen in on her weekend bedroom antics as a form of payback. We even tried recording her a couple of times but it was too indistinct.
(Fanta Menace Is tall enough to see over the fence, Fri 12 Oct 2007, 12:37, Reply)