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Sunday, 16 October 2011


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It's the hormones subsiding David. They make you react instead of thinking about it first.

Our hormones have stopped messing us about. We prefer thinking to reacting because we know reacting is rarely worth the trouble unless we've just sat on our glasses.

You're right, I suppose, AK, and if you detect a hint of regret it's becuase I vaguely remember my hormones led me to delights beyond measure.

(Totters off for another sherry muttering something about those were the days . . .)

You want a laugh? Look at this:

Damn! Sorry, Dom, that was one of those videos that failed to work on my steam-engined computer but I read the comments which gave me the general idea.

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