Cock-cunter reviews cock-cocker's New Zealand book

It's about cocks and cunts really, this book review, and the relative merits of cock-cocking as against cock-cunting. A lot of the former is "sleazy". A lot of the latter is presumably a good time. Click here for the larky review in the Sunday Telegraph of Duncan Fallowell's Going as Far as I Can - click here to buy. The reviewer Rory MacLean is a travel writer I'd never heard of hitherto, but here's his website. "Rory ... lives in Dorset with Katrin, their son Finn and Tess ... " Who's Tess?

The importance of cock-cunting

As today is a busy one, I shall post my reply to one of my biggest fans, Walter Ellis, whose Arcati testimonial maybe read in the left-hand sidebar. For the context of my reply, you will have to read the comments to the posting immediately below.

Darlingest Walt,

When I say that Fleet St eds tend to stick their cocks in cunts I do not think I am betraying symptoms of Tourette's, though I am grateful for your medical curiosity - likewise, I think of your precious prostate every day. No, I am simply reporting a fact. I could, for instance, say that the editor of the Guardian is a heterosexual who is suspected of playing away at the moment - it's not my policy to comment on idle gossip. But I could say he is suspected of sticking his cock in a cunt to which he is not married. Once reduced to basics, the activity of cock-cunting soon loses its glamour - and if applied regularly would soon achieve a reduction in newspaper sales.

The implication of cock-cunting is that cock-cocking is a minor outrage, even these days (likewise cunt-cunting). The liberal cock-cunters pretend to be tolerant of the inversion but quietly pray that their nearest and dearest won't be afflicted. Does that sum you up, Walt?

Your book is in the post btw. I can scarcely contain my excitement at the psychological nuggets that await me. I may run an abridgement on Arcati - I'll send you some shekels, natch.

MA x