a photo by gradiate on Flickr.
Ok, so you can all laugh at my expense on this beautiful sunny morning. It is an open invite to do so, so please accept it with open arms. I have to confess to being a complete and utter DIV.
It was an innocent story really. I was browsing through the local paper looking for a slide for my beloved daughter to play on (and to keep her out of my hair for a few minutes of the day) when I suddenly came I across an advert that made me through the paper down in shock. I couldn’t believe I was seeing this amongst the offers for hedge-trimmers and unwanted sofa beds.
“I can’t believe this!” I shouted at my husband, who was on the computer. “Some git of a bloke is selling his porn collection.”
“Really?” My husband replied. (I’m not sure if he was listening – or perhaps he was feigning false dis-interest, eager to pull the paper out of the bin later on – who knows)
“Yes, really. And he says he has a tonne of it. A bloody tonne of hardcore. How could anyone have that much?”
This was the point where my husband burst out laughing and then had to patiently explain that a “tonne of hardcore, free to collector” was not a stash of dirty magazines or copies of Debbie Does Dallas – but more innocently something connected with building materials.
I guess it says more about my dirty mind than anything….
