I had a dream last night about David Beckham. We were having a covert (not particularly sexual) affair - he was enchanted by my real, non-grapefruit like, boobs - but it sucked at being a covert fling because he’d had more body art/modification: after March’s tattoo, in my dream he’d gone for six inch high horns coming out of his foreheard and his entire head (and horns) were painted bright blue. And if that wasn’t attention grabbing enough, he was driving an incredibly expensive, one of a kind Maserati (although since I don’t know exactly what they look like, it was just a generic very expensive sports car). Way to keep our affair a secret, BlueHornedDreamDavid. Tsk.