My interest in Ugly Naked Guy has developed into an almost daily sighting and comment. Earlier this month, this daily sighting uncovered a somewhat disturbing turn of events.
Ugly Naked Guy is often naked. In his kitchen (the only room I observe him in). This is peculiar in itself, because of all the rooms of the house (or in this case, flat), I would say the kitchen is the one in which nakedness is the least conducive to productivity. Also, the first sighting of this was only a few days after my initial declaration of non-dangerous obsession with UNG, prompting worrying thoughts that I was able to predict the future.
This, upon further thought, is not the case.
Tonight I learned something else about UNG. He does not enjoy the music of Elton John, who is currently belting out all the hits (and more) in the nearby cricket ground. It's a cultural extravaganza, I'm sure you'll agree.
But (not) Ugly (sometimes) Naked Guy would not agree. He has closed all of his windows and retreated beyond the kitchen, one can only presume to escape the Crocodile Rock.
I know, Elton, I can't believe it either.
Lizi xx