I grew up living in the seventh floor of a Shepherds Bush tower block, my bedroom window view was Bush Green, the Loftus Road lights and BBC tv centre.
One school holiday in the early 80s, Salem’s Lot was shown on the telly for the first time. The one with Hutchinson, Silver Lady, pre Arsenal David Soul. And lots of window tapping vampires wanting to suck your blood. Unfortunately. Scary but cheesy too.
Next day, I’m on my own at home after the rest of the family have toodled off to work. It’s getting in for midday and I’m in no rush to raise my carcass.
Until I hear a knock at my window. On the seventh floor of a nineteen floor tower block.
After a suitable time shitting myself, I compose myself and think I misheard. Until half an hour later there’s another f ucking kick at the f ucking window. It’s broad bleeding daylight outside. Surely they should be frying out there.
I crawl out of bed and on my belly get to the curtain and slowly peel it back and as the sun bleeds into my retina, I make out a shadow of someone. Who seems to be hanging onto something. They see the curtain move and start shouting. He sounds more scared than me.
As I crawl up to window level I can see that there is a platform dangling down to the right with a fairly petrified window cleaner clinging onto the other side. Between the two of us we open the window enough that he can crawl through and make it safely through and not drop seven floors to his demise. Poor bloke had been stuck on that thing for half an hour. He wasn’t a blood sucking vampire but looked like he needed a transfusion.
Completely ruined my wan k as well.
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