Salty Porridge

Today started terribly but has ended well.

I managed to write everything that needed writing and am now chipper as can be. However I am a little worried about this article:

“Scotland is facing a critical shortage of sperm donors, according to the chair of the British Fertility Society.”

Am sending some up by UPS as I write this, which is a feat of multitasking to be envied.

“The stories we hear have a recurring theme; that treatment has been delayed because clinics don’t have the sperm to treat people.”

My god! What do they use it for?

Sheena Young, the Scottish organiser for the network, said “I did a radio interview last year and we took calls from six men from the west of Scotland who wanted to donate.”

Now dear; are you sure it was a radio interview?

“However, the closest place I could suggest was Dundee or Aberdeen.”

What’s wrong with a bedroom you silly cow!?


Martin Wolfenden

Back in the early days of this Century, I made some money by saying the odd funny thing in public. On one of these occasions a fellow funny talker told me that I should write a blog (because that was the sort of thing funny talking people did back then.) Now, I’m not the sort of person who does things the easy way, so I rejected all the ready made blogging platforms and started my own website. Since then it’s become a repository for whatever stuff is bubbling out of my brains and a directory of various podcasts and videos that I’ve made with my friends and is completely unnecessary.

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