So the government’s new internet porn regs have been postponed yet again. I’m not surprised, have you met anyone who has a clue how they are going to work? Tell the missus to add to the weekly shopping list an age verification porn card. Oh, and don’t forget to take your passport with you. Methinks not.
A young lady in undies. One of my favourite scenarios. It does though trigger my OCD. Bloody labels! That’s right I can’t stand labels sticking out from the bra or knickers. Models are liable to be attacked with my scissors as I cut off the offending washing instructions that are often larger than some thongs.
If there’s one thing about computers, or should that be computer software, that gets on my tits it’s when an application unexpectedly stops working in its usual fashion. This time it’s one of my email accounts that’s gone AWOL. I’ve dug through all the settings and can’t see any obvious change. I’ve contacted the support team but they have been as much use as a chocolate teapot appearing to know even less than I do. I have now given up, crossed my fingers and hoping that it starts working again just as suddenly as it stopped.