Luckiest pervert in England?

There's an old joke:

A man visiting Belfast is approached by a tough looking local. "Are you Protestant or Catholic?" he asks. The man considers that whatever he answers, there's a big chance he'll be wrong and get beaten up, and eventually is inspired to answer "Jewish". The other pulls out a gun a shoots him, exclaiming "I must be the luckiest Arab in Belfast.".

I was reminded of this yesterday when I was working in my garden and a passing woman asked me about the lack of privacy the glass in my house affords. I told her that if someone was passing at 11 o'clock at night and happened to catch a glimpse, from 80 yards, of me getting ready bed, then that person would indeed be the luckiest hairy-fat-bald-fancying pervert in England.