Sex-o-tude

I received a rather weird e-mail from someone who’d once lived in Auckland; went something along the lines of how ironic it is that I am in the situation I happen to be in at the moment. Which is to say, sharing a single bed in a tiny room in a flat with two huge Russians, one of which owns a fake leg and can’t piss properly standing up; which however isn’t a problem since he doesn’t piss