Watched this and the preview for The Art of Sex, like both. Both bringing up many emotions on my emotional trampoline. My head is a tad like a poorly assembled Potato head, one put together by a kid that ate pussy when he should have been doing something other, maybe riding my bike or chasing the dog. But it's ok cos we are working it out into the sunshine of acceptance, of dealing with present tense. You are in my head, the head with eyes in the back and lopsided smile. It is a smile though :) and you did that.