By the cold and religious we were taken in hand. Shown how to feel good and told to feel bad.

It is not the intention of this post to freak anyone out. But....

I had a conversation recently with someone who is way more of a 'playa' than myself who shocked me somewhat by telling me he'd never, ever got his brown wings. Never. Not even close.

Now I've slept with a few women, not loads and loads, but probably about average - and I've gained my brown wings with every single one. Not even counting the ones I couldn't be bothered (or didn't want to - I must've been ill or something) to have sex with who had previously expressed an interest in doing so. In fact a handful of them were interested in a variety of sexual practices that really don't need repeating here and have certainly broadened my already rather open mind :)

This clearly shows that, seeing as he's had lots of girlfriends and is now married while I'm almost the opposite, any woman desperate enough to sleep with me is desperate enough to do anything.

An application form is available on request ;-P

*I'm taking my titles at random from the Pink Floyd album The Final Cut which I listened to for the first time in a couple of years on Sunday. It was the album that first got me interested in their music and therefore has plenty of memories attached. Mainly good ones....