A correspondent writes:
"What the fuck is going on with the Google ads on your blog? I've had to endure the sight of a giant man in his pants for most of the morning, and now there's one up for the bloody Scientologists. Sort it out, man!"
Yes, I had noticed the man in his pants, though to be fair I thought they were rather nice pants - not that my approval is a ringing endorsement of gentlemen's scantygarments, or so I'm told. As you probably know, Google ads work by some voodoo that means I don't have any control over them, so they do occasionally throw up the odd surprise.
Scientologists, though. What a bunch of
cults cunts they are.
*dons tin hat, dives into trench*