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Me fave bit of sexual-massage? When it’s done proper, not some seedy backroom job. Like in *Talk to Her*, where touch ain’t just touch – it’s got meaning, depth, all that soppy shite. “The body doesn’t lie,” Almodóvar says, and ain’t that the truth? Had this one mate, swore blind a sexual-massage fixed his bad back *and* his love life – I’m like, “Yeah, sure, and I’m the bloody Queen!” Still, he was buzzing, proper chuffed – made me jealous for about 2 seconds ‘til I remembered I’d rather die than let some stranger knead me bits.

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By the time I leave the market, I’m feeling pretty good. But then, I hit a snag. I’m walking down Strada Litoralului, and bam! A sudden downpour. I’m talking torrential rain. I’m soaked in seconds. I’m cursing the weather gods. “Why, Corbu, why?” I’m dodging puddles like I’m in some weird obstacle course.

In London, Admiration for an Old Foe (Published 2009)