During my absence, getting an all-over tan on the Greek island of Kos, I decided to put my mind-boggling experience of psychological and sexual problems to good use and invite all and sundry to write in with the sort of questions you just wouldn't ask your Mum.
The response so far has been under-whelming, but today a letter flooded in from a worried blogger. (name and address witheld for obvious reasons) It reads:
Dear Sazfella,
I've never written to you before, but I really need your advice.
I have suspected for some time now that my wife has been cheating on me. The usual signs; phone rings but if I answer, the caller hangs up. My wife has been going out with "the girls" a lot recently although when I ask their names she always says, "Just some friends from work, you don't know them."
I always try to stay awake to look out for her coming home, but I usually fall asleep. Anyway, I have never approached the subject with my wife. I think deep down I just didn't want to know the truth, but last night she went out again and I decided to really check on her.
Around midnight, I decided to hide in the garage behind my golf clubs so I could get a good view of the whole street when she arrived home from a night out with "the girls". When she got out of the car she was buttoning up her blouse, which was open, and she took her panties out of her purse and slipped them on. It was at that moment, crouching behind my clubs, that I noticed that the graphite shaft on my driver appeared to have a hairline crack right by the club head.
Is this something I can fix myself or should I take it back to the pro shop where I bought it?
Signed,
Reg Butterswill
23 Letsby Avenue
Scrungethorpe
Note from Sazfella:
If anyone else has any problems (sexual difficulties, you think you are going nuts, etc., etc.) please send them to me in strictest confidence. I promise to keep ridicule to a minimum and only publish on my personal blog here, which hardly ever gets read anyway.