Which just goes to show that being rich and famous doesn’t NECESSARILY mean being terminally moronic. (Another notable exception is, of course, the ineffably sublime an fabulously intelligent Amy Winehouse).

I am handsome, a great sportsman, rich, highly intelligent and a dream lovemaker. (ALL my women have said so, so they can’t ALL be wrong. Even Paris Hilton agrees!). I am modest too.

And all this is because of milk.

Yessiree, I have eaten two (or three) weetabix, a sliced banana, a little brown sugar and half a litre of milk
at least four days a week, since I was 14. I’m 16 now, so that makes a LONG time.

I invariably finish the litre of milk the same day.

But, what really made me realise just how visceral my need for milk is, is the (true this time) fact that after making love, nothing goes down (excuse the expression, but that’ll teach you to think dirty) better than a glass of cool milk. I really feel like I’m putting back in my body the energy I just spent.

Apart from that, milk is also used to make custard, the most sublime junk food on earth.

Seeya!!

@ Michael

I invariably finish the litre of milk the same day.

Point to be noted!