God I hate spam. Believe it or not, I don’t want to see young naked chicks, I am quite happy with the size of penis and no I do not want to get rich quick. Lies of course which is how the damn stuff works, tapping into your deepest desires and promising you it all. Never realised spam was so…. deep.

Beginning to shake off weekend, and have been told how I got home on Friday night (relief, had all my clothes on, not that it is a normal for me to arrive home sans clothes or anything… honest – hey would I still be married?). Also was reminded of some conversations, cringeworthy stuff, but I have someone’s word that they won’t go further. Good thing is I know they won’t – that’s what friends are for…. (Jungle Book vultures song)