When I ejaculate and the cry of “Geronimo!” goes up and my boys – my beautiful boys – go over the top, it’s the equivalent of 6,100 London Marathons starting at the same time. It’s a mad, violent race in which there can be only one winner. You’d think it’d..
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Sure Peter, fire away.
Please could you let me know if you would be prepared to answer a question I have about your article yesterday in the Travel section
A big thank you for writing this. For so many months now, I haven't had a lot of things to say yes to either and […]