Isn't morning glory great? Every morning, depending on stocks of mayo, you wake up with a great big pink lobster grinning straight at you. I always like to play "tents" in the early hours before I strike camp and head off grumble-eyed to the shower. Using a lob on the size of the London "Gherkin" to poke one's bedfellow is not the recommended way to wake them... A lucky strike, however, can sometimes ensure early morning fellatio... Gentlemen! Your views please... is Morning Glory a wonderful and natural way of displaying one's manliness, not dissimilar to the peacock's display of feathers? OR... is it a simply a pain in the todger and not worth the grief you get from the other side of the bed...?