Speaking of which, cock.
Speaking of which, more cock.
Speaking of that time Gordon Ramsay was having an affair with a woman who was most definitely not a man and she who was most definitely not he popped out to London’s glittering Soho to get some poppers (three for £12 down Clone Zone)… Oh really.
In related news, we just walked past our neighbour’s window (the gay ones. You know who we mean, right?) and one of ’em was sat on his sofa stark bollock naked off-of nude with naught but his laptop saving his modesty. Go on Grindr, however, and he’ll show it to anyone.
Speaking of which, we got a nice message from Grindr only yesterday. ‘Five chemed up horny blokes,’ it read. ‘Wanna join?’
And they say romance is dead.