Nae cojones.

It's official.
Where I once had a fine pair of pendulous, hairy love sacs, now I have nothing. I took them for granted, I always thought I'd be blessed with them. But after a certain incident last light in Soho I'm am bereft.
I saw Bill Nighy last night.
And didn't take his shot. Yep.
Two years ago I'd have had him pinned up against a wall wearing a peep hole bra and a mysterious smile.
Now, I saw him and smiled. SMILED. SMILED???
What has happened to me?

I loved stroking those balls.
Like tame pets that didn't need feeding, just a little wash and combing now and again.

Now I'm gonna have to find me a man I suppose.
Or shave a couple of hamsters.