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The other big, important thing that happened last night, apart from me actually cracking a smile or two when Dougal made some particularly astute observation, was I actually got a hard-on when Famke Janssen was onscreen, so that’s a development. I haven’t had one since, ooh, the last time Jennifer and I had s*x, I suppose, and with From Russia with Love finished and back in the boxset, the hangover starting to dissipate, and me in general looking up slightly, I think I’ve done enough to deserve a wank. I’ve earned it, really. And maybe I’ll even put on Goldfinger once I’ve come, have another whisky, and that’ll mean I’m really recovering. And it isn’t awful, even when I feel like it is.
I open a private browser window, because I’m sensible, and start to browse. I’m not looking for an
