Or be a hypnotist. Or be able to “talk away my face” like the great John Wilkes.
I was much amused by the comments on this entry in the always interesting einekleinenachtmusik blog.
If Persephone were to read Murder in Samarkand, she would find I do in fact consider and answer her question.
Oops, I forgot the link, without which this post seemed even weirder. No, Arsalan, I haven’t gone nuts, just was tickled by Persephone’s coments and feeling the need for some light relief. And no, technicolour, I was not seriously positing that possession of a huge penis or hypnosis is the way to attract women. Nor was I actually claiming to have one. I just thought charm, money and alcohol was an unimaginative list, and could be added to.