Ugly Naked Guy

The clocks changed last week. Nothing exciting about this you might remark but let me tell you that strange things happen after nightfall.

Picture this: I'm merrily working away at my desk on the first floor of the West End office I work in, it's 4.30pm and it's already dark outside. I'm pissed off with a colleague when I hear shrieking from a gaggle of girls down the corridor. I don't take much notice and dismiss it as girly highjinks.

5 minutes later I receive a phone call from a friend who works on the floor above me. 'Look out your window.'

'What am I looking at?' I peer out the window and all I see is traffic on the busy main road and the dull mansion block opposite my office building.

'The naked man showering in the apartment block opposite!' screams my colleague down the phone.

I looked more carefully this time. 'Ugly Naked Guy!!!' I shrieked in disbelief.

It was like a scene from Friends except this particular guy was naked but definitely not ugly. He was pretty buff as it happens and, erm, somewhat excited. The window was pretty steamy so whilst we could see his body and his erm, bits that protrude with perfect clarity, we couldn't see his face all that well. Probably just as well because I don't fancy bumping into him when I go out to pick up my lunchtime sarnie.

Word spread like wildfire and it's a wonder that my office block didn't tip over with the weight of everyone on huddled together on one side of the building. There were lots of ladies and gents this side of the road gawping in disbelief at the little performance that he put on for us.

We spectulated as to whether he knew that we were watching and concluded when he waved at us that yes, indeed he did. The lack of blinds and/or shower curtain of some description being the give away there. The man has obviously converted the living room of his mansion block apartment into a shower room (his is probably a wet room though) and is a bit of an exhibitionist.

The question is, has this guy been doing this all along and we didn't notice before because it wasn't dark and none of us was looking?

Urban myth has it that there's a girlfriend who gets in on the act too but you have to come into work early in the morning for that. Don't think I can be arsed. I'm still recovering from the shock of a hunky man putting on his special kind of floor show for the whole of my company.

Need I say that not one jot of work got done for the rest of the day?!