As a child I confess that I did enjoy a good round of nicky nicky nine doors, pretending we were the horrible honcho's and the group of us hiding in the grass after that naughty knock or round of rings...now the crackheads above us have bikes which they don't make any effort to carry down the stairs. So I'm going to revive my childhood fun in my building and play cracky cracky nine doors. Mr Clomp and Missus scream thank you for letting me re-live my childhood fun...Nicky is a cummin knockin when u asleep.