120 Days of Boredom

Perhaps de Sade did it differently to me, or perhaps he had more experience organising a full 120 days of Sodom.

120 days. That's near enough seventeen weeks of depravity. I'm knackered after twenty minutes!

So when Virginia and I put an advert on social media asking for volunteers, we perhaps underestimated the whole shebang. I wouldn't recommend it. Not with a Norwegian with erectile dis-function and an alcoholic she-male with spots called Bernice.

120 days...It's certainly a long time to talk about European car manufacturing when you realise you're not all cut out to be sexual deviants.