Nothing wrong with a spot of self abuse that makes one feel dirty and ashamed now and then, another who springs to mind is the fatty from birds of a feather when bored with the thought of the old slapper taking my teenage cherry
I recall as a boy rushing home from rugby to catch the tail end(tee hee hee) of baywatch but instead of being greeted by Pammy Cilla Black and her toothsome idiotness were my only fodder,
The ginger scouse bitch loved her blind date and surprise surprise, it did hit her between the eyes.
Any woman who has had the misfortune to appear on my television screen...frankly after 48 years I am possibly, though not definitely, prepared to maybe admit that there is a positive strong likelihood that I may or may not have libido issues. When you are rifling through your wonk bonk and withdrawing violet Carson, Angela Merkel and the pretty maid off of Upstairs downstairs...well there are very few other possible conclusions.
Excuse me, I have an episode of The Life of Riley to masturbate over...erm...I mean watch for entertainment value and the crisp production values of its scripts and thespian performances...