Entry for 6th June, 2008

Thanks are due to The Advisor for hosting a very pleasant Euro 2000 football day yesterday. It was good to be in the company of men. Except for the farting obviously.
Whenever womenfolk are excluded from company, men feel free to give full vent to their intestinal gases. At some points during the Russia v Greece game, I felt in quite serious danger of being overcome. I am only glad there were no naked flames in the house, otherwise I suspect there would now be a large crater where once stood The Advisor's house. I suspect that a lot of the stories of Spontaneous Human Combustion are down to men watching the football alone after an extra-spicy vindaloo.
I cannot help but feel that, as some of my friends enter their fifth decade, some collonic irrigation is long since overdue. It certainly seems that some of them have some dead animals lodged up their recta, and a good flushing out is needed on the grounds of health and safety.
Although, finding a clinic willing to tackle the task might not be easy.