Overlooked
My office overlooks some flats in the Barbican. We are the only company left in our particular office block and, I guess, most of the people in the Barbican don't realise they can be seen.

So a sudden movement makes me glance over and I am rewarded by someone opening the curtains. The law of averages would suggest that at least 50% of them would be female but no, with the exception of one flat all the others seem to be occupied by fat hairy naked blokes.

The image that is burned into my brain is watching some guy open the curtains, hunt around, pick up a pair of y-fronts, smell them and then shrug and put them on.
(bald old git was bemused and befuddled on, Thu 11 Oct 2007, 21:42, Reply)