I have lost count of the many positions I have been in in my attempt to do the glossing of the door and skirting boards. I have however attempted to make a list . .

1. Standing on a chair
2. Sitting on a chair
3. On my feet
4. Squatting
5. On my knees
6. On my left knee
7. On my right knee
8. On both knees crouching down, arse in the air
9. On my left side, legs curled up
10. On my left side, one leg folded, one straight
11. On my right side, legs curled up
12. On my right side, one leg folded, one straight
13. On my left elbow, legs wherever balancing point is
14. On my right elbow, legs wherever balancing point is
15. On all fours . . ooops paint on the floor
16. On all threes, alternating painting hand
17. Laying down, how lovely
18. Laying on my stomach . . how I thought that was going to work I'll never know but I gave it a go.
19. Leaning up against the wall, this is my personal favourite
20. Upside down

Now I have to admit I didn't do number 20 but I have done the other 19 and can I just say none of them left me feeling particularly satisfied.

. . and I've got to do it all again.

Hands behind your backs please.

We are looking for the top four answers.

Name something that Molty will be doing today !

*beep* . . "going to work"

Urhhhhhhhhhhhhhh Urhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

*insert big X*

He's still got another week off !

Try again . . .

1 . . . Painting . . again and again and again

2 . . . Smiling . . I know and on a Monday

3 . . .

4 . . .

*updated* at 12.24pm

On yet another trip to B&Q I decided to stick the radio on . . I never listen to the radio unless I'm trying to work out why I'm stuck in a traffic jam but Sundays seem to be the day that they play tunes from yesteryear and none of this hip hop rap shite which I cannot stand.

Anyway this song came on . . oh my god . . *talk bout going back in time*

I used to have this playing all the time when I was well much younger. Can see me playing air drums in my bedroom whilst hammering away at my ZX Spectrum (I think it was) and smashing joysticks in an attempt to score 9.99 on Hypersports.

In fact I think I wore the tape cassette out, it must have been Now 4 or something low like that. Yes those were the days we had cassettes . . remember them . . I have a box load in the spare bedroom.

Anyway I think this is a pop-tastic tune for a Sunday !

1. What is in the back seat of your car right now?

The parcel shelf, I took it off to get stuff in and haven't yet replaced it.

2. When was the last time you threw up?

I can't remember but it's only been once in 7 years.

3. Whats your favorite curse word?

Bollocks

4. Name 3 people who made you smile today?

Someone from across the sea, someone not across the sea and the 9 year old.

5. What were you doing at 8 am this morning?

Sleeping.

6. What were you doing 30 minutes ago?

Writing a post.

7. Have you ever been to a strip club?

No, although I have walked past one.

8. What is the last thing you said aloud?

There's thing's I want . . (singing along to the Stereophonics)

9. When is your birthday?

If you don't know it . . then that's ok

10. What is the best ice cream flavor?

Vanilla with toffee sauce or raspberry ripple.

11. What was the last thing you had to drink?

Pepsi Max . . but I think it's time for a coffee

12. What are you wearing right now?

Just a pair of adidas shorts.

13. What is the last thing you ate?

A chocolate butterfly bun

14. Have you bought any new clothing items this week?

Nope cos I've been naked most of the time !

15. When was the last time you ran?

Yesterday, across the road in the rain to the shop.

16. What's the last sporting event you watched?

Speedway British Grand Prix . . hell that was good.

17. What's the last sport you played?

On line poker last night.

18. Who is the last person you sent a comment/message on myspace?

I don't have a myspace.

19. Ever go camping?

Not in the offical terminolgy . . I have slept in a tent a couple of times.

20.Do you have a tan?

A cricketers tan . . face, forearms and a little round the knees

21.Have you ever lost anything down a toilet?

No because I've fished it out !

22.What is your guilty pleasure?

A whole bag of malteasers.

23.Do you use smiley faces on the computer a lot?

No, not really

24. Do you drink your soda from a straw?

No cos the bubbles get to my head and I'm spaced out.

27. What are you doing tomorrow?

That skirting board isn't going to sand and paint itself is it.

28. Where is your mom right now?

At home and in bed I suspect.

29. Look to your left, what do you see?

A newly painted blank wall.

30. What color is your watch?

I have a watch, I never wear it but it is silver and black.

31. What do you think of when you think of Australia?

Flicky.

32. Ever ridden on a roller coaster?

Yes, once !

33. What is your birthstone?

According to Google its an Emerald.

34. Do you go in at a fast food place or just hit the drive through?

That depends on how fast I'm feeling.

35. What is your favorite number?

5 . . it seems to have featured in my life a lot although it is not significant

36. Do you have a dog?

No.

37. Last person you talked to on the phone?

Mum

38. Have you met anyone famous?

Yes, a few cricketers.

39. Any plans today?

Today . . well it's now Sunday, sleep at some point, then sanding, listening to tunes, painting, eating, drinking and probably using the PC.

40. How many provinces have you lived in?

I'll take that as counties . . just the one.

41. Ever go to college?

Yes, for two years.

42. Where are you right now?

I'm on the moon. Who writes these questions . .

43. Biggest annoyance in your life right now?

The person that wrote question number 42 !!

44. Last song listened to?

Just Lookin' by the Stereophonics

46. Are you allergic to anything?

I seem to react rather violently if I have too much pineapple.

47. Favorite pair of shoes you wear all the time?

Black pair of clarks trainer type things.

48. Taste in your mouth right now?

*makes that taste in your mouth sound* . . burger relish, chili and jalepeno peppers . . was rather lovely. However that was a few hours ago and I've eaten cake since !!! Hell that's strong

49. Are you jealous of anyone?

Glad to say no.

50. Is anyone jealous of you?

Interesting . . I'm going to say yes.

51. Do you love anyone?

Yes of course . . still love mum even though she didn't react to the cake

52. Do any of your friends have children?

. . and I think they all wish they hadn't

53. Do you eat healthy?

On the whole no . . bad days outweigh the good ones

54. What do you usually do during the day?

Think, ponder, wish and wonder. Now how's that for a little poem.

55. Do you hate anyone right now?

Hate, such a strong word. Nope I'm pretty calm with the world.

58. Do you own any big sunglasses?

No, I have Bono type shades.

59. Have you ever been to Six Flags?

Not heard of it, so probably not.

60. How did you get one of your scars?

Fell off a slide and landed on my head.

Mum in all honesty didn't know what to make of the cake.

I knew she wouldn't faint, I knew she wouldn't make much fuss . . in fact I think she was shocked.

"No one has made me a cake in 35 years" she said . . well no one who possesses the male gene in the family.

A candle was stuck in the middle and Happy Birthday was sang in a key only audible to frogs and ducks.

I never thought cutting the cake could be so intense . . I was already making excuses about it before the candle had been blown out. In fact I think I made a wish "please be alright".

It was cut, it looked like cake, it smelt like cake, it tasted like lemon curd and buttercream cake.

In my own opinion it was gorgeous, I was proud of my achievements.

And yet there was still no exclaims of how wonderful it was. I have to admit I felt a little empty but then again it was only cake. In fact mum said "there's nothing wrong with that at all" . . I think that was a compliment.

Cue two 9 year old girls coming along later in the afternoon, one who mum babysits.

They understandably wanted some cake. One of them she doesn't like chocolate, doesn't like lemon, doesn't like buttercream but does like cake. So with that in mind we expected her to be somewhat disappointed and to leave the filling. However she didn't, she was eating it all, she was even licking the cream off the plate.

"Did you really make this cake Molty" she asked

"Yes" I replied "and it took me 3 hours you know"

"Really" she exclaimed, in a inquistive and innocent way only a 9 year old can.

"Well" she continued "I think this is absolutely delicious"

Her friend piped up "I agree totally"

"Can we have some more and can you make me another twenty by tomorrow please"

Kids don't lie about food do they. Mum was in shock, she doesn't eat her cake

It was then that I felt like every minute had been worthwhile.

I lay there in the dark
Open my eyes
You saved me the day that you came alive

If you've not heard this song before . . give it a couple of minutes and you'll see why so much paint has been sprayed about because of it.

. . the painting of the walls is finished . . with the exception of those bits that I've missed.

Today's highlight being that as I was clearing away I put the lid on the paint pot and all the paint that was trapped around the lid came to life and the explosion of force of the paint lid being fixed showered my face and shoulders in a shade of mocha . . I still have paint on my eyelid now which I can't remove

The skirting board is next . . god I hate that job, on my knees desperately trying to stop it going on the newly painted wall or on the carpet.

Although it is now very clear that a new carpet is required because it doesn't really "go".

It's all changing.

It all looks so different you know . . what was once tired and old is now shiny and new.

In fact I feel quite shiny and new myself, then again with the amount of paint I've worn this week it's not surprising

From the moment I stepped out of the door to go shopping which was around 11.30 and until almost 12 hours later I didn't stop.

Ok that's a lie I did have a 30 minute lunchbreak.

Shopping for mum's birthday prezzies, buying chosen paint colours (chalkstone and mellow mocha, just in case you are interested), went and chatted to someone about carpets and was rather horrified at the price and hoped in vain that included having it fitted . . it didn't

Lunch was followed by a bring a brush party of which I was the only one who attended and I started the hellish job of trying to paint with what I'm going to call invisible paint !

I only have the darker walls to do and then that's all done *yay*

Cleaned up, me as well as everything else because I was covered . . I even got it on my face this time but I guess in many ways I was a happy chappy.

Then followed the main event of the day . . Cakebake.

I realised that no one (ok the boys of the family) have never made mum a cake for her birthday. This I decided to rectify and so an evening of intense cake making took place.

Armed with instructions and guidelines from a top secret source (couldn't ask mum could I . . would be a bit of a giveway) I started just past 7.00pm and finally filled it and boxed it at 10.45.

There was an incident with the lemon curd which required some stern whisking, not to mention fishing eggs shells out of the cake mix, putting a bowl in the fridge because I thought it would cool it quicker and finally the party trick with the tea towel which failed and it ended up in the bowl of water.

But this is the finished product . . as produced by Molt & Co !

I hope she likes it . . then again I'm not sure it'll last till tomorrow . . as I keep eyeing it up and it will soon be coffee time !

Yesterday evening saw me strolling along the beach, going one way in search of chips and coming back the other way in search of driftwood.

At one point my friend screamed that she'd got cramp in the foot and rushing to her side I expected her to drop the wood she was carrying so that she could lean on my shoulder rather than stand on one foot.

No.

She wanted me to make sure we didn't lose the tiny bits of wood and passed them to me, making sure I'd got them all . . and then fell on the ground in agony and waited for the cramp to pass.

I think you had to be there to appreciate the madness of it all . . but it made me laugh.

However it was no laughing matter when I then dropped the lot and it looked like I could be walking home !!

I'm never going to understand women am I

. . looking like this.

Well I did yesterday and still did until about 5 minutes ago.

I thought I ought to make some effort before going into town.

Someone told me the other day that you can get away with looking and wearing anything when you go to places like B&Q because everyone is wearing there "work diy clothes".

A bit of a problem when I normally look like that at home !!

My question today is at what point does decent exposure become indecent exposure ?

Surely it depends on the viewer

. . is white.

For some magical reason it took 2 hours less to do today but I am covered in more paint than ever.

It brings a whole new meaning to "do you wanna see my white patch". It's quite obvious where they are !!

The next step is colour but quite frankly at the moment if I see another roller, paintbrush or paint I'll probably scream.

And I have a blister *shows sore finger* . . but it's ok, I'll be fine, afterall it is only a blister !

But I am very pleased with my work, it looks so different.

*removes paint from right knee*

Having spent allllllllllllllllll day painting I decided that I needed something simple for tea, something that required the minimal of effort.

A trip to the shop found me bringing home those hot dog sausages that you just bung in hot water and heat gently. That's what it said on the tin. I can do that.

I was wondering why it wasn't heating gently.

Sometimes, turning the oven *on*, actually helps.

*numpty of the day award* . . I'm sticking an ad in the paper tomorrow for home help

However the room is trasformed . . it's all white(ish) It looks huge, then again I moved as much out as possible but that still didn't stop the musical chairs or musical any object in the way.

Tomorrow I'm going to do it all again. I can't wait !

The border has been stipped, I am also half stripped.

It's all part of being one with the decorating, it's also really really really warm.

I have sanded the floor . . ai Molty-san . . sand the floor, paint the wall, up and down, side to side, sand the floor, paint the fence.

I do have some affection for Mr Myagi and his "balance is key to life" but I'm not so fond of the rest of his work.

I have also wiped the walls and attempted to fill the mother of all cracks (yeah alright, some people, really )

Plasterboard has fallen off . . whilst removing a nail. This hole has now been filled.

The room is in complete and utter chaos, I feel I'm losing control of the situation. I am sat on the edge of the sofa doing this. The TV is now about 50 cm from the same sofa making watching the TV a bit like being in the cinema . . popcorn anyone ?

. . but I think I'm ready to put on what I'm hoping is the magical base coat which will bring peace, harmony and smoooooooothness to the otherwise bumpy lumpy walls.

But I'm also scared to begin . . if I start now I going to have to do the lot this evening. I'm so tempted and am currently having a break and a coffee to try and decide.

Perhaps I'll go cut the grass instead !! I'll start tomorrow.

Horses, all they are good for is glue. I heard that expression twice yesterday and I'm inclined to agree.

Stoopid four legged things.

For a change I delegated responsibility of choosing horses elsewhere. I never win and I thought it can't get any worse. Well it didn't get worse and due to the generous and unspoken agreement my friend and I split the winnings and I am now plotting on how I can give this money back to her because we didn't agree to split it and she wouldn't take it back . . but I have an idea so I'm not feelig quite so guilty now.

My friend who I went with who had not been before won £80 !!

I had been handed her pint during this one race due to the fact that she was getting rather excited . . her horse came in at 12/1 and I was being hugged with a pint in each hand.

And because of this I now have, apparantely, a lucky right nipple. Betting slips were placed in the t-shirt pocket, the left one for me and the right one for her

Bryan Adams soon arrived on stage after the last race. We were a long way from the stage and he belted out his older songs for a good hour. I did wave but I think from 150 yards away he struggled to see me . . I did wonder if he would remember considering last time I saw him I could have reached into his pocket !

The trip home however wasn't so smooth. In fact the journey home was turned into a series of BBB (Big Bus Brother)

Daeeee Tweennie freeee, it's 11.46pm . . housemates have been sitting on the bus for 38 minutes, one of the housemates has yet to arrive back.

Daeeee Tweennie foorrrr, it's 1.16am . . the bus has moved 3cm. Some of the housemates are asleep. Molty is reciting stories about stars, the war and how he is going to tackle the border.

Molty's friend . . is asleep.

Daeeeee Tweennie foorrrr, it's 1.28am . . two of the housemates are playing I-Spy but the conceptual version. Things you can't see but do exist around you. Very complicated at this time of the morning. If they fail, there will be no sleep for the rest of the day as it'll bug them forever more.

I think we got up to Day 75 before we got home !!

I was stopped by police walking home asking if I'd seen two lads on bikes . . I hadn't . . and then worried that perhaps they thought I'd been that lad and hidden the bike ! My pace quickened to my door.

It wasn't long before you could hear the police helicopter and some blue flashing lights flashed by the window.

Day 75 ended successfully at 4.25am.

Work begins on the redecoration of Molty Towers.

It's only one room but it's the biggest room in my home and it's the only one I've never ever touched.

I had a poke about with the border which needs removing last night . . I already see three days work before I've even thought about buying a paintbrush.

I then tried to kill myself by carrying things upstairs that were not that easy to carry. I can actually see this whole exercise actually being real exercise !!

I don't envy myself and yet those that I've mentioned and shared colours and plans with all seem to be agreeing that I'm going the right way and I have helplines at hand if I get stuck !

I wonder if Sarah Beany will show up and tell me "have you considered knocking down your house and building it again because it'll probably be quicker"

So in accordance with all DIY work . . first things first . . stick the kettle on will you !

I did start to wonder as I arrived back from lunch what evilness would appear on my screen or what voice on the end of the phone would ask a question that required time I wasn't prepared to spend.

I had unwound, I was ready to bask in the soothness of annual leave.

One phone call followed, a visit, followed another phone call, followed hiding in the loo, followed another email, followed the clock ticking past my planned home time.

For gods sake I told you all I was going on leave for two weeks deliberately so you couldn't say to me "you're on leave ? for how long"

"Can you do this?" . . "errr no I can't" . . "ta ra !"

. . and with that I fled the office having successfully deflected any responsibility on me and my colleagues.

Work brain, work thoughts and work colleagues were removed from memory about two hours ago. If I told you what I was thinking about now . . well I'd have to kill you

I am free and I must have had the most biggest, stupidest, smiling grin on my face as I walked out . . in fact I think I even *skipped*.

I might even start dancing !! such is the joy !!

Tomorrow offically marks the start of summer.

Well it better bluddy do as my holidays start then.

For two weeks I shall dress in accordance with what summer should be like and suffer the consequences of getting man-flu in the process if need be.

Tomorrow I'm definitely going to see Mr Adams and I'm also going to gamble a few of my hard earned pennies. I may also have a beer or two.

As for today . . things cannot possibly (too late now I've said it) get worse than they have the last three days.

I shall be leaving asap this afternoon.

Bryan . . take it away . .

This has made me laugh today.

I'm thinking of sticking it on my forehead !

What tickles me is the fact that is says . .

"We'll refund and replace if you are not 100% happy"

I can't really say fairer than that can I

. . is gonna be the day that I throw it all back to you.

Or something like that. Isn't that Oasis ??

Anyway not that I'm counting down to the last two days of work or anything but today I need to get rid of "stuff", to delegated or rather organise things so no one will try and contact me when I'm off. I won't be contactable anyway but I don't want to give them a reason to try !

Tomorrow I wish to be so wound down that I'm just lying on the desk, sniffing coffee fumes looking at the clock and thinking, just another couple of hours.

I've also had many thoughts about my decorating. What seemed rather daunting one day didn't seem quite so bad the next and again this morning, things seem more managable and do-able.

I need to be bold. I need to visualise my new space, I need to get a new carpet. The carpet I've decided is holding me back.

Bad bad carpet

. . round and round, obviously.

I was returning back to the office following a meeting on the other side of town.

There I stood at the bus stop, waiting for the bus that goes round for free and according to my watch mobile phone I had 10 minutes to wait.

In that time about 10 other buses must have gone past but of course none of those were the ones I wanted.

I laughed to myself because I realised if it wasn't the bus I wanted the way to NOT attact it was to either look completely the other way like I didn't know which was traffic was going or to look straight up at the sky ??

On the theory that if I was caught looking at the bus driver he'd then stop and then I'd have to get on because I'd be too scared to say . . . don't want this one . . sorry

I decided to change bus avoidance tactics after bus number seven and stepped backwards and hid in the bushes and waited . . only to jump out when my bus finally arrived.

I think walking would have been less eventful !

Yesterday I admitted I was wrong.

. . I'm sorry it's my fault, I'm sorry it gave you a headache and I'm sorry it caused you undue work.

I'm learning that sometimes you have to say things to keep the peace even when you know full well that it wasn't entirely your fault and you'd made the best decision with the information given to you.

People shouldn't be given a panic button . . you don't get anywhere by panicing . . it makes everyone go all twirly and mad.

I'm realising that everyday I become more like Mr Spock except I have more colour in my cheeks !

*wiggles pointy ears*

Logic and order, logic and method. Well actually I call it common sense.

Doesn't appear to much of it around me at times.

Finally just for the record, I wasn't really sorry and I wasn't really wrong

Perhaps I'm becoming ruthless too !

Does that make me a Klingon ? *frowns really hard*

In other news, Jasmine White has been thrown into the equation and no she doesn't work for me, that's another colour !

I'm sat sitting sipping my cuppa and looking at paint charts . .

The lounge is due to be overhauled during my time off and I've decided to go for something more neutral or more in keeping with me . . whatever that means.

I have an idea of what I want and am now bamboozled by strange names, in fact some of the colours sound like a box of milk tray. Soft Truffle, Noisette, Mellow Mocha and Sweet Caramel.

The we have the trip to Starbucks with Cookie Dough and Expresso Shot.

I'm going to end up licking the walls after they are done !!

However I am also drawn to a colour called Nude Glow and Snuggle Up sounds rather inviting but they sadly aren't the right colour !!

It looks like it's going to be more quarry like though as Chalk Stone and Smooth Slate are favourite at the moment.

*shuts eyes* and goes for a randon pick and point . .

Midnight Kiss . . . oooooo . . . oh but that to me looks like black.

Please try again . .

I can see this taking a long time . . in fact I could end up tester pot painting the whole room.

Knock knock

Who's there ?

I don't know who the hell you are !

I don't know who the hell you are who ?

That's just it . .

It seems to be with some regularity that I get a knock on my door from random people.

Sounds goes off, lights go off . . I'm not home, I go into commando mode.

Tiptoeing I go to the door in the vain home it's someone worth opening the door for and it never is . .

Tonights candidate through the peep hole was a man of around 50, wearing a blue baseball cap carrying a farmhouse food plastic bag.

Nope, I don't know you and I don't recognise you and therefore I shan't be answering the door . . unless you have pizza which you clearly don't

He obviously wasn't sure he'd knocked the right door because he was then ringing someone up to see why they weren't answering the door !

This week I've been on a journey through the last 15 years of my life.

A simple question has led me searching the archives of my head and my heart back to the age of 20. Jeez that brought back some memories I tell you and meant I opened up to some things I'd sworn to myself I'd forget or never ever mention again . . but I did . .

. . and then it was pointed out to me it and so much made sense.

And then I wish someone had told me sooner.

I was going to then explain what it was but having realised what "it" was I decided it's for me to know. Written down it could be taken the wrong way. This is, quite selfishly for a change, just about me.

A helping hand has pulled me up on to my feet, then slapped me in the face and then hugged me afterwards. It's had the desired effect.

Suddenly everything seems so clear. I finally understand.

Three years ago I stood on a stage and did something which to date is still the proudest thing I have been involved in, in my entire life, it's my number one magic moment.

Somewhere since then I'd totally forgotten that feeling I had that day.

. . that feeling came back this week.

I'm hoping it hangs around for a long while.

One bottle of Becks,

One geeetar plugged in and ringing around the room,

One foot tapping along,

. . and I've just remember that I think I'm seeing my old mate Bryan this coming Friday !!

I think that deserves a *woo hoo* !

God knows what I'll be like if I start a second bottle !

I have to admit that I do like to know what I'm doing from one day to the next.

Brother is moving into his own place (soon) I thought it was going to be this weekend and had said if you want some help tomorrow let me know before I go to bed.

I thought the alarm had gone off but it wasn't it was my mobile beeping away as it sat on my bedside table.

"Are you free this afternoon"

Of course I've said yes, if it wasn't today it would have been tomorrow. As it is I know dad is off fishing all day tomorrow so I'll get to give him his father's day present while I'm out there which then gives me a day to myself tomorrow.

I just better get a coffee . . last time I was there I had to beg for one !!

So I have become today what I'm going to brag as hired muscle. If only all of me was built that way I'd no doubt be one of those WWE wrestlers wouldn't I. In fact I'd be the Undertaker . . *cue walk on tune*

I know I have his look first thing on a Monday morning without fail ! I would however have to stick a wig on to get the long hair effect.

So plans for today are lift and shift !

I am a very confused and dare I say it, young man.

Asking for a plastic bag is now considered a crime . . the alarm bells go off and everyone jeers you.

Doesn't matter that there's an armed assault going on in the chocolate aisle for the last bag of minstrels.

People are queuing madly for petrol, not quite panic buying but it's pretty close to it . . what's the point. I admit if there's somewhere you need to go then yes you need the petrol and good luck to you but most are just getting it because they are, well like those rats in the pied piper.

£30 of petrol ain't going to get you far and then what will you do when that runs out?

Lorry drivers somewhere in the North I think are going to do a go slow demonstration . . obviously they've got enough petrol or diesel haven't they or they haven't quite spotted the irony of it. You'd think that if they are complaining about the price of it they'd want to save it.

Spending all day going slow isn't achieving anything apart from causing traffic jams. I don't for one minute believe they have the support of the public and quite frankly it won't work.

. . I just wish I knew what would because I'd suggest it. Actually I think if everyone stopped buying it, it would have more of an effect.

Tanker drivers are going on strike over pay . . I don't know much about this but if no one goes and buys the petrol then they won't need to deliver it and then they would be happy that they are earning a damn sight more than most for just sitting on their arses driving all day.

I'm very confused and as each day passes my fuse is getting shorter.

Hang on I mentioned fuse . . does that mean I'm a terror suspect now ?

. . haven't got time to be sitting here when I've so many things I think I should be doing.

It's not even a long list . . in fact as lists go it's very do-able in around three hours.

. . it's just getting started.

I just happened to channel hop and I think it was Trisha that is on Channel 5. Days off aren't meant to be spent channel hopping !

They are discussing the sex industry.

There's one guy on there, obviously a war hero and for that he has my utmost respec