I received a rather angry email from Down Under this morning in which some dickhead had a go at me for not having posted in a few weeks. Fair enough, I suppose. So here are some nsfw lesbians in a shower.

The same question has been put to me more than a few times recently, and my official answer has simply been this: I just haven’t had the time. Sadly, not all of us can “live the holiday”. If everyone was “living the holiday”, there would be nobody to pick up my garbage, serve me my morning latte, drive me around on the tube or, indeed, keep the internet up and running so that the rest of us can sit at our kak jobs – adding underappreciated but critically necessary value to society – and follow from our desks the lifelong holidays of the privileged few. Heck, without the rest of us drones to ensure that the economy keeps on trucking, there would be no fucking holiday to live!

Yes, my grapes are ever-so-slightly sour. But I’m not complaining too much. I’m simply explaining my silence. It’s not that I don’t love you, it’s just that I’m a busy guy.

Except for the cockgobbler from Sydney. I really don’t love you.