I lied, The Hipster Hobo thing totally works on me.
Watch this space, I predict I'll start spamming soon. I apologise unreservedly in advance.
DON'T LOOK AT ME LIKE THAT, CHRIS, I CAN'T HELP IT. I'm in the mood for sleazy.
By the way, if you were to make careful notes on when I make these sorts of shameful confessions, you could, if you wanted to, pretty adequately track my menstrual cycle.