I woke up the other morning with a strange hankering in my loins after a rather energetic dream featuring Gail Porter. Ever since then I've had a penchant for the less hairsuit of the species, i.e. baldy birds, and have been able to strike a little tent pole by just imagining a doris without any hair. It also works for Kylie and other Cancer victims. Does anyone else have this problem/gift (delete as applicable)?