Through the keyhole
Last night, I discovered this hole in the wall. Not a cash machine, or a tiny pub. An actual hole.
Hard to imagine a key that big...
Being British and around a certain age, I immediately thought of 90's daytime panel show 'Through The Keyhole'. Yeah, they did try and revive it, but it just wasn't the same.
"Who lives in a house like this?" If you read that in Loyd Grossman's voice, you're not alone.
At first I wasn't keen on the idea of looking in. It took me a while to even whip the camera out and take a photo. What if someone was waiting on the other side? What if they got me with a water pistol - or worse? Or much much worse?
Deep down, the urge to sneak a peek was surprisingly strong.
This got me thinking. Maybe this fairly conspicuous keyhole, on the corner of a busy city street, is in fact a test. An experiment in human nature. And we're all test subjects.
Are any of us able to resist looking into an obvious gap when we walk past it? I'll hold my hands up, I have trouble walking by mirrors without checking my hair.
I had no idea what was on the other side of the wall. I got a friend to go first.
When you look through the hole, you can see the bar/restaurant inside. The front door's tucked around the corner. Can't remember the name of the place for the life of me.
So checking if anyone's in there makes you a voyeur, whether you intended to be or not. There's a pane of glass in between, but if someone's tucking into their dinner you'll definitely see them.
How many people immediately look without even thinking about it? And how many people go to this place in the hope of being watched?
If you look in, will there be someone looking straight back at you?
It gives me the creeps.
Even so, after a few minutes, I took a deep breath and lined my eye up with the keyhole.
There was nobody in there. That'll teach me to be nosy.