Brad Pitt beats me again.

Finally! someone else can hold the bloody award! Anyone know his addres so I can post it on? All those recent weeks spent trying to placate the 'league of intelligent horny women with taste' [the LIHWT as their letter head reads] and assuring them that it really IS a good idea to take me out of the running because twenty successive awards is enough, seems to have paid off and I can finally get some rest from the coachloads of dusky maidens that try, daily, to push their heaving chests through my letterbox with post-it notes that read, "Go on Ely, just a quick feel, it's all I need honest" wedged in the cleavage. Honestly my letterbox looks like a holder for binoculars now with all the pairs of firm busoms that have been forced through it over the years. ... if I start talking bollox you will tell me won't you?