It’s not often I offer to be nailed to a cross, but such was my desire for a Cadbury’s creme egg that I was prepared to suffer a few nails for a taste.

Enter a saviour in the form of one the more eloquent, acerbic and grammatically correct commenters on this site, genuinej.

He mailed me to tell me he was coming to Thailand and, for a donation of up to 50% of the costs of his flight, he was prepared to smuggle some creme eggs into the Kingdom. Once he had assured me that the smuggling would not include storage in his anal cavity, and a price of around 0.0000002% of his travel costs had been agreed (to be reimbursed in the form of a cup of coffee); we had a deal.

And we met today for the handover. In the flesh, genuinej looks a little like Charlton Heston (during his Ben Hur period, not during his lunatic NRA gun wielding years). He is here on a golfing holiday to work on a handicap which has seen better days but is still probably better than Billy can manage. He is full of stories and it was a pleasure to meet him.

Oh, and he brought eggs:

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The plan is to share one with she who must be obeyed this evening, and just hope she doesn’t like the taste.

Thank you genuinej.

For those of you who fancy meeting up, it wouldn’t harm to let you know that I like champagne, Ferraris, Frascati and Cadbury’s Flake. Thank you in anticipation.