I went for a pint of liquid cleverness early this evening with a pal I haven't seen for a while. Whilst taking rather large swigs from an ice cold pint of Stella it became apparent that my pal was glued to the bar TV. Emmerdale was on and he was literally transfixed. My oppo is 29, relatively successful and at first glances not in the least bit odd. When it finished he apologised for being anti social and confessed to having a fetish for Viv Windsor, saying he fancied pulling the front of her American tan Tights down and rubbing his chops in her big growler. I looked at him like he was posessed..... Three hourse later and its still haunting me, she is fcukign gopping. Would you?