What you are about to read may make you feel sick...you have been warned! The story starts with me heading to the traps for my afternoon cable laying session. I open the door and notice a magazine lying on the floor so I sit on the throne pick up the magazine, hoping for a good view of naked beauties, and then realised that the magaine was...(and this is where it gets fcuked up)...Womans Own! That's right some 'bloke' had taken in Womans Own to read whilst having a dump completley unbalancing the masculine identity of mans last sanctuary! I had to snap it off quite rapid, go outside and completley rebuild a car engine just to get it out of my system.