There is an interesting footnote to the story of my girlfriend, the flatmates and the “Prince of Darkness”.
Just a few days after that incident, my lady looks out of the window and sees a naked old man in the garden (I told you this was a really classy area!). The ancient guy sees her, turns and waves his arse at her, wrinkled plums swinging I imagine. He was seriously surprised when the little Brazilian firecracker burst out of the door, gleaming kukri in hand. He actually went pale and probably broke a geriatric sprint record!
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