My name‘s Ben. I‘m single. Have been for a while. I‘ve had girlfriends yeah. Loads. Well, a few. I‘ve not met Mrs Right yet though. Or Miss Right even. Miss Right‘d be better. Better if she‘s single. It‘d get messy wouldn‘t it? All that secrecy. Lying. Sloppy seconds. I wouldn‘t do it with a married woman. It‘s not right is it? They‘ve taken holy vows. It‘d be a shame to break them. Still, if she were fit enough it might be worth it. And anyway it‘s not me breaking vows and going to hell in a push cart is it? No. No way. Cos I don‘t believe in God. I know Rizwan and them, they reckon they‘re pretty religious but I think its all bollocks me.

Some old bloke with a beard who made the Earth. As if. Its massive is the earth. How could one bloke make all that. And how would he have the patience to invent everything. I mean everything. Do you know how many species of animals and stuff there are on Earth... loads. Hundreds. And as if he‘s going to sit down and say right we‘ll have another frog. Green one. And some more types of bees. He‘d have better things to do. Like, I don‘t know, skiing. Or he could stop fannying on with bloody insects and make me a bird. If you‘re interested ring me, if I‘m not there, leave a message.

Ben on 07985 175075