I’ve always had a morbid fascination with the gruesome. When it’s what humans do to each other I twist my brain into contortions trying to understand it. In the cases of mother nature’s red-in-tooth-and-claw examples, I just shudder and put it down to survival-of-the-fittest. A couple of hours browsing the History, Discovery and National Geographic channels on TV can give me bad dreams.
Couple all that with my pathological fear of wimmin and you might get a glimmer of insight why I might find a way to liken one of their number to a little fish that lurks in dark pools in the world’s tropical regions, viz a viz, the…
Given the unexpected success of my last poll for The Shirt attracting all of 36 votes, I’ve set up another for this little beastie. Please take a mo’ and click on or 't’other of the little radio buttons provided as you listen to evidence of my sexual paranoia.
And please, please, any advice on the recording would be graciously received as always.
Your humble servant.