Blimey, they'd be able to see your dimples from the Isle of Wight. Could you be prosecuted for indecency walking around with your particulars hanging out in a house with all glass walls? The bottom half is obscured but you'd cop an eyeful descending the stairs. "Where do you live?" "Over there in that penthouse flat" "Are you the short fat fecker who walks around with his nob out?" "No, you must be referring to my Butler" "He looks just like you" "Tell me my dear, does this handkerchief smell like chloroform?"
I used to live on Benwell road opposite the Emirates . About 100 metres from the cannons. I could see the Henri statue from my balcony.
I once worked in an office on Renfield Street, Glasgow, across the road from the lane where the Horseshoe Bar is. On that same lane was a lap dancing club (canny remember the name of it now). What I do remember is sitting in a meeting on late afternoon and everybody was looking out of the window to across the road where we could see the lap dancing lassies getting changed. We didn't see any actual nudity unfortunately. True story.
