sperms

I, the Alien in the thinking putty have finally found the password. My new beginning I thought would best be paralleled to the sperms I bumped in to on Waterloo Bridge last week. I was so excited watching them run up and down the stairs at the Hayward that I failed to take a photo of them in their most randy state. Instead at the point of photography they were acting a little more like Noel Edmund's personal package, waiting for cameras and action.

But I beg you to imagine our fiesty fellows and fellowetts as the hadron collider of all virility. According to my mate with the camera at the scene (unless he's just a pervert) they have raced around the Rocky Mountains the Autobahn and now my personal favourite London erection-waterloo Bridge. All this I tell you, in the name of a channel 4 and a couple of documentary directors who fancied a trip to the US. Were those Rockies really necessary? I say ay!! Let's hail the sperm and their great adventure. Coming on your television one day on channel 4.