Another font another day.  I should be working, but I get so easily distracted.  I've noticed that my blogs tend to be quite long.  Too reflective me.  Think too much and your foot falls off. 

Am I an addictive personality I was asked?  Only to you I replied.  Truth is, I am addicted to sex, chocolate and red wine...and possibly coffee, but I have managed to go without that once for six months.  Never gone that long without the first three.  The more I have the more I want.  If I was a millionnaire, a lottery winner, a credit card tart, I think I'd pay for sex everyday with a different girl each day.  On reflection (there I go again), maybe just five days a week, with weekends off for recovery.  Of course if Monica hadn't gone and married that successful good looking French actor I'd only need her and no one else.  How could she?

So now I'll have to work on picking my five a side line-up.  Two places are filled (yes I do realise I've mixed my metaphors/changed my analogy, but hey it's my blog).  The safe pair of hands in goal would have to be Peach with her stunning looks the opposition would be so distracted they'd never hit the target.  And she has great ball handling skills.  Centre (spread) forward would be Scarlett.  She was mentioned as S in an earlier blog (of the carpet burns and vertical take off and landing), but she's no longer in the industry, so I'll use her full nom de plume.  Her easy shimmer, dazzling hipsway and incisive manner will cut through any defence a man might have.  F is definitely a contender, but needs more match practice.   There are some up and coming hopefuls, for me to scout. 

But for now, a vote.  Anal sex...am i missing out? Yes or No?