Peeping Tom...
A couple of years ago I was minding my own business walking down my road and was greeted with a rather unsavoury scene.

I live on a fairly nondescript suburban street in North London. Rows and rows of 1930s semi-detached houses occupied by polite people who never speak to each other. Almost all of these houses are fitted with net curtains.

What a curiously British phenomenon the net curtain is. I'm not particularly well-traveled, but have never, ever seen a net curtain in any other country. Basically, for any confused Americans reading this, a net curtain is a device which allows you to spy on your neighbours safe in the knowledge that they can't see into your house. Unfortunately they also block out a phenomenal amount of light, thus contributing to the general British sense of perpetual dissatisfaction, quite surprising since we spend such an inordinate amount of time bitching about the weather. Yes, we really like our privacy in this country. Or at least, most of us do....

So anyway, I was walking down the street when a sudden movement caught my eye. The house in question had no net curtains, and there was a couple having sex in the upstairs bedroom. You couldn't actually see that much. What I did get a really hardcore view of was the woman's feet - she was lying on her back with her legs in the air and you could just see her feet, and the top of the bloke's head. The fact that all I could really see were these feet floating around in mid air made the whole scene even funnier, and I was standing on the pavement laughing like a maniac - until the man must have got the feeling he was being watched because he suddenly stopped what he was doing and looked straight at me as if I was some sort of pervert.

If you're going to have sex in front of a window in broad daylight, what do you expect!
(grandmasterfluffles Come to my Armageddon party on, Fri 18 Aug 2006, 11:57, Reply)