Nom Nom's Lobby - Please remove your shoes before entering the building.

I love our apartment. Its light, airy and super comfy. Its little, but for us its the perfect size. Not two weeks ago, someone was filming a movie right beneath our lounge room window in the alley bellow (we are on the second floor). Simon and I stayed up through the night watching them cast spooky lights with their weird umbrellas and slide the camera along on makeshift train tracks. It was all interesting, and true to the dodginess of our alleyway, the movie was about prostitutes. There they were, fishnets and all, guzzling vodka from hip flasks picking up dudes as we and the cameras looked on.

So you can see, delightful as our apartment is, the dodgy alley beneath provides equally awesome daily entertainment. Generally in the form of hobos, drunkards and thieves, though, film crews are far less common.

Last Wednesday, in broad daylight, I enjoyed watching my morning coffee drama unfurl. Yer man, Irish langer, raced into the alley clutching the zipper on the front of his white and blue leisure suit. After catching his breath and having a quick look around, he determined he was indeed alone (the joy of our window, is that no one ever thinks to look UP). From his leisure suit, he pulled out a Chernobyl Kids fundraising box. He proceeded to throw the box against the brick wall with everything he had in him (which included jumping as high as possible and then falling over). He must have done it 50 times before I thought to film it, in case I got some of his face and could forward it to the Gardai. I didn't get anything exciting, but it was indeed ten minutes of filthy entertainment. Funny, he left most of the coins in the alley.

Ah well, he was better than the other 10 langers a day that pee freely in the alley, the few that pass out on the neighbors stairs and the ones that rock back and forth dribbling.

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