What shall I give up for lent?
* pissing sitting down?
* beetroot blinis?
* smoking in bed?
* nipping farts?
* letting the dog lick my sour cream dipped cock?
* worrying the samaritans?
* home enemas?
* cheap whisky with cheap cola?
* stroking my barbers balls with my elbow?
* John Foxx -vs- Midge Ure debates?
* kicking down garden walls in Buckhurst Hill?
* changing the bed sheets twice a year?
* secretly wishing I was Deirdre Barlow slash Rachid?
* all of the above?