[Elmyn Noos]

I was driving into work the other day listening to my radio station of choice for when I'm driving into work, that being Radio 5 live (when I say choice, I mean of course default choice with there actually being no choice unless you can put up with the sheer inanity of the drivel spat out by the cretins of Radio 1, or the dull as shitness of 2, 3 and 4, or the fake comedy hysteria of the cunts on local radio).

Anyway, I'm listening with some large portion of disbelief to what had been touted as a frank interview with a couple who's life had been destroyed by porn addiction. This was, I shit you not, along the lines of how it went.

Some bird comes on and starts to tell us how her marriage was wrecked by her husband's "addiction" to internet porn. Apparently, he'd secretly been viewing porn sites without her knowledge, and, it turns out, masturbating over it.

Then HE comes on, sounding rather sheepish and ashamed, and admits to this addiction. He says he was logging onto porn sites for masturbatory purposes, and failing to mention this over dinner to his wife. He explains he was an addict to internet porn, sometimes looking at websites in the morning, and again sometimes at night. This addiction has cost him his marriage, which he and the bra-burning intervieweress seemed to accept was quite a logical conclusion to events.

Now can someone please tell me what the fuck that is all about? Since when are blokes not only supposed to not be looking at internet porn? When they do, they should be telling their missus?? Am I, in my advanced years, missing something here? Has the pubic-shaving generation lapsed so far into effeminacy that we shouldn't be wanking over porn behind our birds' backs?

I wasn't going to post a poll, for fear of the results' leading me to give up on mankind altogether, but there is a poll to follow.