Dear Agony Aunt: I am back at home, and I cannot get excited about normal daily activities, like sitting back at the bar reminiscing about the good old days of steam railways, or discussing what type of lawnmower to buy. It seems I get an erection every time I see a woman, or man for that matter. Is there something wrong with me and what should I do.
Dear Eric: I suggest getting a full time job with some charity and help the poor in foreign countries.
Dear Agony Aunt: Thank you. I took your advice and got a job with the peace corps. Now I am shagging everything that walks.