Big Ginger Lee is a character you may already know from my radio shows… He has been my best friend for the last 10 years and really does an awesome job. This isn’t a joke, I think if he wasn’t ginger… I would probably marry him. I have been thinking about this for a while, the first ever ‘Non gay same sex marriage’… So we are married, we share everything, we are one… But we don’t have sex. Its not that I am against having sex with a guy, just Lee.

But yeah, I have also been thinking about this a lot overnight, is it strange that I wish I could have had the relationship I have with Lee, but with my wife?

By no fault on her part, seriously… She doesn’t really have any faults, maybe its because I love her… I don’t see them, well actually she chews her feet whilst watching Eastenders and her farts smelt of parsnips (miss that)… but she is swell. Lee has loads of faults, he is really annoying, probably the most annoying person in the world ever, but I put up with him because thats what you do…

I thought this morning that it would be interesting to compare the way I would deal with an accident by Big Ginger Lee, and the way I would deal with it from my wife… Lee would spill something on the floor, I would call him a tosser, make a joke and move on. She would spill something on the floor, I would purposely make out that it was the hardest stain to clean in the world, I would refuse to let her clean it up… I would act as if not even a high power water cannon would remove this. I would then sit and wait for the response any average human would give after saying sorry and the guy not leaving it still. ‘Why are you getting so mad over a little spill Al?’… I would see this question like a christmas present come early, my brain would light up almost with the phrase ‘Yes!!! WOOOO HOOO!!!! Fight time! She dared to say you are getting mad… Its time to explode’… then I would explode… Shit, I feel like a douchebag again… But that to one side, I really don’t know what mad me kick off with her and not Lee. But I think I really need to find out what was going on in my head, break it down with the theorpist later and see if they can explain this… This small reason they give me may unlock some valuble doors… 

Anyway, on a brighter note… I might shag Lee after this voice message he left on my phone this morning at 7.30… I always love the awkward way that he can’t naturally end a phone call!

Speak later,

Al