Sorcerer's Apprentice
I used to live across the road from a guy who never went outside except to go to pick up his giro - my earliest memories are of the late 1970s, and when I passed the place recently, the garden had quite possibly still not been touched since at least then.

He kept the curtains closed. He didn't use electric light. He'd advertise sorcery lessons in the local paper. And rumour had it that he had a daughter whom he'd named Andromeda and who'd buggered off as soon as possible.

In retrospect, he was clearly a person with mental health problems, possibly compounded by way too much acid when younger. But, as a young 'un, I was fascinated by this proper, honest-to-god, devil worshipper. Oh, yeah.
( Enzyme is powered by sunlight, Tue 4 Nov 2008, 10:57, 1 reply)

Woman down the street's the same
but she seems to have a regular job and drives home about 5.15pm every day. I have seen her RUN to the front door from the car as I passed her house on my way home a few times. The "garden" on the north side of her house has never been touched in the 18 years I have lived here. But for the fact that the soil is virtual bare clay and we have had drought the past 8 of ten years it would be a jungle.
(Redemption blamed it on the Bossa Nova since, Tue 4 Nov 2008, 11:13, closed)