Dear Bob,
I trust this is a confidential service because I don't want my fellow Sunderland fans to find out about my problem, they may laugh.
During a short and ill advised break in Wales I allowed myself to be dragged into a local custom of sheep fornication, rather a pleasant experience if I'm honest, however the side effects are horrendous.
I find I have a urge to fondle anyone wearing a wool sweater, synthetic is fine but pure wool just turns me on. Yesterday I was barred from the local Edinburgh Woollen Mill store after attacking a dummy in the window wearing a woollen skirt and I avoid one man and his dog at all costs.
Please help me.
My dear Syd,
The only cure for this is a drastic one I fear.
If you move to Hartlepool try the monkeys there. The monkeys like it rough. Once you have slapped a monkey a few times, the sheep wont be a problem.
Just one word of advice though young man. Don't get to attached to any particular monkey, as I believe the locals tend to put ropes around their necks.
Yours apathetically
Bob

