Tag: prague

These are my legs, Jesus sandals and shorts. Sorry for opening with such a picture, it’s unforgivable. But all will become clear as you read on… Being a man, body hair, schlong and all, there are some things that do not come naturally. Remembering anniversaries. Washing my hands after using the bathroom. And organisation, planning. Lists, I hate lists. I might come across as a deliberate, slightly-gay, well-measured guy that organises his books and DVDs alphabetically, and makes sure everything…