The man with no name ....

I'll let you into a secret. I've been seeing this chap regularly for over a month now. My husband knows all about it.

He stands in the waiting room at the acupuncture clinic I go to in Reading, illustrating, I assume, all the energy lines of the body. The awful thing is, he doesn't have a name. Call me old fashioned, but I like to know the name of anyone I see without clothes. I cropped the image to save blippers blushes.....

Some wit gave him an Irish hat, so there's a clue for the naming competition coming soon ....