Anyway, today we're chatting about the old pump and dump, the toot it and boot it, the smash it and dash, the in and out, shake it all about the one-night stand.

You really enjoyed writing those bits, didn't you?

I did, I love making up rude words. It's like my favourite pastime.

The one-night stand, it seems harmless, right? A coming of age practice in which we learn about

our sexual needs and likes. But how do they really make us feel? Especially when booze is involved.

Is sleeping with someone when under the influence bad for your physical and mental health thick?

Would it be better if alcohol was not involved at all when we engage in a game

of tummy sticks with a stranger? Tummy sticks. Now, we don't want to be kill joys, of course.

We are not the sex police, although I wasn't last time I looked. What we want to get across today

is making sure you do fiddle with each other with a clear head and do sexy time for the right reasons.

When I look back at my past, I do wonder why I found it necessary to sleep with another human

just because they'd lassoed me on a dance floor.

For some weird reason, when pissed, I felt it was my duty to give my body away.

If someone showed an interest in me, it was like payment for someone giving

me attention. It sounds fucked up, Hamish, but it's true. Since getting sober, I feel some shame

about my promiscuity and kind of sad that I treated myself in that way, because I never really

enjoyed these sweaty rendezvous. They always felt kind of dirty and unfulfilled. I think this topic's so different

for men and women, but I also feel like I lost control of my ambitions when on a night out, and this

led me into doing things drunk, I would never really have done sober. I always just laughed off any

cheeky fumblings because it seemed like everyone around me was doing the same thing, which is part of

growing up and learning about sex. Yeah, I definitely think it's part of coming of age. But when alcohol is involved, we tend to

shove all our smart decision making our back pockets and go with the flow. And sometimes that

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