My fictional love-life (prelude): I’ve had a couple of e-mails lately asking about the state of my love life at the moment – people are, it seems, desperate to get some kind of vicarious thrill by watching me shag my way around north London.
Unfortunately, I have no love life at the moment – various reasons (including exhaustion, grumpiness and general crapulence) have precluded any down-and-dirty bedroom action. So I have a temporary solution. I’m going to generate a fictional bloke who I can write about here. And all you guys have to do is pretend with me that what you are reading is the real thing. First entry to come soon…