It's half ten on a Monday morning so my mind has naturally turned to genital endangerment.

Remember Operation Spanner? Actually most of you probably don't.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Operation_Spanner

I've been lightly banging my old boy in my desk drawer, working my way up to something more vigorous. My colleagues think it's a little odd but they're used to my eccentricites.

Anyone else into a little tackle mangling?