I had a rotten few days last week, when I was reminded that my status in life means that some people will always treat me as if I was a confused toddler - even when they actually like me. Maybe even because they actually like me.
So I thought I'd cheer myself up - I'm basically a resilient sort - although sometimes it would be nice not to have to be resilient...and if you're feeling a bit Delicate Doyle, why not have some Big Butch Bodie courtesy of Bodie WAP?
Who says stereotypes can't be fun?