Some people get turned on by shit, apparently. This thing has a name, it’s called Coprophilia, or, as Wikipedia says ‘the paraphilia involving sexual arousal and pleasure from feces.’ I wonder if anyone who is reading this blog is a coprophiliac. I must say I have been getting late night messages from friends who live in London and outside the UK to say they read my blog everyday and really enjoy it. I wonder if they have coprophilia but feel ashamed to tell me. It’s OK if you do. I’m not judgemental. And everyone likes a bit of attention. I like it if you like my shit. Really. I generally throw it in the bin everyday after taking a picture, but sometimes I happen to store it in an external bin at the front of the boat… just saying.
Coprophilia aside – it’s truly nice to know that your friends and some strangers too in far away parts of the world (who are you person in Colombia and you person in Lithuania?? And you person of Sri Lanka? Get in touch!) watch pictures of your shit while having breakfast or dinner. If that’s not a sign of friendship, I’m not sure what else is.
Friends’ love is a very beautiful thing ***cheese alert*** and it does warm my heart. And I want to reassure those of you who have been worrying about my whisky consumption: it’s only a small glass. I’m not an alcoholic. Although I guess that’s exactly what an alcoholic would say. No but really, I’m fine. And to those who were worrying about the drunk people outside the boat: they are long gone. And I now store a special weapon near the bed. To those who were worrying I’m not going out enough – tonight I am. It’s been ages. And I’m a bit nervous about interacting with people actually. So not me. Anyway, bye bye because I’m late.