My beloved missus came back from a 'business trip' to London with a copy of theLondon Evening Standard. After catching up with the events of the day, the state of the world/nation ,etc,etc. My attention was captured by an advert looking for Sperm Donors. All expenses paid. I could start attending some of the cartoonist meetings. Surely my 'donations'd' be worth a train fare and a few pints in the cartoonist. To replenish my reduced fluid levels, you understand.
So,Don't worry, when it's my round and i nip out with a plastic bucket and this months 'Big jugs for men', for 10 minutes ,or so. I've got to do something to earn my expenses, and pay those London rates for a pint of Guinness.