Urges

It pounces on you like a pitbull terrier. Lust, I mean.

One minute I'm sitting at the desk, doing whatever menial task people like me as supposed to do in a quiet office, and all of a sudden the desire to visit a sauna and partake in some hot and filthy action grips me like a vice.

And there's very little I or anybody else can do about it.

So, I moved the papers to one side, typed in PinkUK and off I went in search of London Saunas I haven't yet visited.

Whittling the list down to three, I printed off maps and directions using Multimap (arguably one of mankind's best inventions) and wrote down the telephone numbers for each.

I think I'll try either the Star Steam Sauna in Clapham, or the Chariots in Waterloo.

Do it when you have a stretch of time I tell myself. That's the downside of being cultured I suppose - people don't really care what you thought of the new David Lynch film do they. And if you're too busy watching films or reading controversial literature, you clearly don't have the time to go to a sauna.

Perhaps it isn't just men who can't multi-task. Perhaps it's all cultured slags.