Now I am REALLY bored… I have a pile of work lined up but I am waiting for confirmation from all the editors, so I am stuck in Limbo.
So…
ROO-NEY! ROO-NEY!
Yes, last night’s football match was most invigorating. I am a closet fan, only coming out when International matches are played. As a child, my local team was Leyton Orient and so this didn’t endear me much to the sport of football. There’s only so much degradation a boy can face.
More TV was watched and I saw a programme that actually made me feel bilious. I normally have a strong stomach for things and I have watched all manner of TV shows depicting the unseemly side of life, such as all manner of operations and a live autopsy, which was very educational. But last night, I watched a show that threatened to make me upchuck the guffstuff.
It was called Animal Passions and dealt with the subject of Zoophilia. Now you might think that this was about people who enjoy visiting the zoo, but it isn’t. It’s about those folks who get their kicks from being intimate with our furry friends. So the usual suspects are brought out: white American, bloated trailer-trash, sub-Springer scum, extoling their love for horses, ponies and dogs. It was the description from one young woman of how her virginity was taken by the neighbour’s dog at the age of 12 that caused my mouth to go moist in that pre-vomit stage and start to heave.
I’m still not sure what the message was. I think it was something about tolerance. Or maybe it was that the animals really like it. Or maybe it was that bestiality is legal in the state of Missourri. One expert said something like: “People don’t get upset when we kill animals for food, so why should we get upset when people have sex with animals?” Oh well, it takes all sorts I guess.
Again, I’m just boring. Sometimes I think I should actively develop some kind of sexual deviance just to fill out my character somewhat.

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