Well, it’s steamy.
Ok, ok, there is no Leonardo di Ford Capri.
Or Kate Piglet.
And also no passionate embrace.
No luxury car. No first class. No uniforms, or tops hats, or lace dresses, or jewellery. No yesteryears glamour.
And definitely no hand imprint in the condensation. And no orgasm.
It’s almost like the Titanic (it’s steamy).
Actually, you can.
But it’s gonna cost you… Still, dealers in antique Greek statues will usually do a four-for-the-price-of-three deal, which is quite good.
That must be at least 5% off, roigh?
The big grey seal male was somewhat disappointed when, upon investigating the cause of the big unseasonal splash in the harbour, he discovered with barely concealed disappointment that it was not the partner he was hoping for.
It is true that with my overgrown whiskers and generous coating of blubber, I can easily be mistaken for a curvaceous mature she-seal.
I won’t hold it against him.
I did however resent what he was holding against me under water, the filthy animal.
The cold water did little to cool down his ardour.
Sometimes, not even wearing a tie can take away some of the joy of being alive.
A good day in the Repair Factory.
My moral compass is working again, after a hiatus of just over a decade…
The ball never rattled the net.
The Sunshine Boy was way too fast for me.
He was born with the reflexes of the cobra, the eye of the bald eagle and the speed of the cheetah.
I did not stand a chance.
The fare to travel in the lavish new sleeper carriage on the Dart is eye-wateringly expensive.
But it takes more than that to deter the afficionados of the cheeky extra morning snooze.