Gosh, that was good.

Aside from the inevitable picking of salt out of sundry orifices afterward, you really can't beat a good float.

After the usual tutting and sighing regarding the imminent divorce (he's actually a friend of my wife's who went to school with her), the Godfather has decided to take an active interest in my pursuit of hedonism and debauchery.

Unfortunately, most of his advice is based around me joining the gay scene (he has somewhat of a vested interest) and acquiring a stock of viagra.

This is all a little disturbing. Less than a month ago, my idea of debauched behaviour was eating an entire tub of Haagen Dazs by myself.

Now I apparently need to join the Village People.