Keen as mustard to shag this bloke I knew up until the moment he picked me up for our date and the passenger seat and floor was covered in empty Red Bulls, protein bar wrappers and microwave meal boxes. I'm no Gordon Ramsay, but fuuuuuck.
I published some shareware in 1988. When I visited my parents last week they gave me an envelope addressed to me. It contained a postal order for the amount requested on the shareware. I've framed the postal order and hung it above my desk.