So Long ... And Thanks For All The Fish

[Mid Life Crisis Marathon Man]

I once tried osteopathy. I was working near Trafalgar Square, where the British School of Osteopathy used to be. For very little money, one could be treated by students. I was allocated a beautiful young Frenchwoman, and twice a week would go there and, naked except for my underpants, be manipulated by her. I was struck by the thought that a few hundred yards north, men were paying considerably more for what was, in essence, the same treatment.
Then she qualified and they allocated me to a sweaty man, a fellow citizen of your country, MLC. It was nowhere near as enjoyable.

Perfectly understandable Tom ... as much as I love [in a blokey punch-to-the-shoulder-kind-of-way of course] my fellow Bruces, I'd rather be ... serviced... by a Monique or a Camille anyday than Bazza or Daz.






[heavy sigh]