Bumped into a mate in the bar last night, had a few glasses of Brown Brothers Tarrango, felt good, then he confessed all. Said he was addicted to arrse. Blimey I said, each to their own. Said he couldn't keep away from it, wanted some arrse first thing in the morning to pep him up for the day, if he had a bad morning he wanted arrse for lunch, and after his run at night he needed arrse to relax. My jaw was still open! He said he was positive that some of the girls in the unit liked arrse, but didn't know who they were, some blokes as well, but wasn't keen on finding them out. I said he may wish to consider counselling, but he said I was just talking arrse!