Last Sunday, I went to London, to see the house I might be living in next year. It was a grand house...

But that's not the point. Red Paper Sandwiches was the point. Red Paper Sandwiches?



Funky. They were... okay. Couldn't taste the paper though.


Penile Cancer? I'll go to the doctor on Monday. Honest I will. Not just put it off for another six months...