iafrica.com: My naked neighbor
Meat and two veg. Birch branch. Winky dink. Jim Jones and his unpleasant hand luggage. Pick your terminology for a man’s precious jewels.Unfortunately, the particular gems I’m referring to have nothing to do with me. Or, more correctly, they aren’t connected to me. They are attached to my upstairs neighbour, Tom.
It all started innocently enough. Pop upstairs and look at some holiday snaps, they said. We took some great photies in Thailand, they promised.
It was all going swimmingly… until that photo. The holiday snap that was worth more than a thousand words.My body performs a minor jolt and whilst keeping a straight line of sight I scan my peripheral vision and check on the status of the others in the room.
Captain’s Log: “Despite having the sudden shock of full frontal male nudity thrust upon an atmosphere of civility and decorum, the others appear unaffected. I find myself in a state of extreme discomfort fused with immobility.”
