Declining Temptation.

I had a junk email tonight, purportedly from a woman called Monica, which said:

I am 24 years old. Looking for a lover. My height is 172, weight 57, brunette, brown eyes. Details here.

You know, to somebody like me, that’s like being a reformed alcoholic having his senses titillated by the aroma of a 20-year-old single Highland malt which he knows has a spoonful of cyanide in it.

I tipped it down the sink.