I’ve been reading that book. You know the one. The fun one. The one that’s got everyone talking. The ummmm… colourful one. The Pantone Colour Guide.
To be honest, I’m a little disappointed in the sex scenes. They’re not nearly as naughty as some people have been making out. Sure, there’s an occasional burst of magenta, a streak of fuchsia and a thrusting of lime, but nothing really to blush about. I must stop hanging out with colour-shy prudes.
Anyway, everyone seems to be getting caught up on the greys. So many shades of grey. What does it all mean? Well, I’ll take it upon myself as a professional in this arena to explain the grey areas to you all. Someone mentioned something about fifty, but sod that. Fifteen shades of grey is enough for anyone.
Look now at the fifteen shades I have selected, and choose the one that is the most “you”.
Got it? Good. I shall now proceed to tell you all the things about yourself that you secretly suspected but never had confirmed by that nice man in the white coat that came to visit all those years ago. He did have quite a lot to cover, so it’s understandable that this would be left out. Good thing you’ve stumbled upon this blog.