OK, I'm back im back in the internet cafe after my flatmate slowly drestroyed our, admittedly very frustrating, home computer. First he smashed up the keyboard in a fit of rage which meant that he could only navigate using the mouse and write using copy and paste. That obviously proved too much for him and he finally put his foot through the computer and now it won't turn on at all. Anyway, the upshot is that I'm freezing to death here on in an internet cafe on my way back from playing squash, feeling my legs slowly stiffen - I was however pleased to be sitting next to a guy who put "big cock shemales" into the search engine, made it feel as though I'd never been away. You've really got to like big cock shemales to openly gawp at their pictures in a public place I'd say. The computer he was on was right by the stairs down into the place so the first thing that would greet a prospective customer was a load of BCSs. This bloke actually looked a bit like that guy Tony from the film Tony about a serial killer based in Dalston. He could have made some effort to tone down the creepy look but he's obviously just thought "fuck it, I'll embrace what I am".