I have this image of you, in a dining room with a mirrored wall, having vigorous sex with your wife while she is eating a sensible dinner - trying to safely navigate a forkful of mixed greens. You are looking at yourself in the mirror and flexing interspersed with loud beckonings of "Am I VIGOROUS?! YES I AM! GETTING SHIT DONE!"

You get done, smack your own butt playfully, and walk out with your plates saying, "I have to get some other normal shit done. Love you!... and you too wife!"

I'm not saying there's anything wrong with you or your lifestyle... but when you awkwardly present the style of your sex life as part and parcel to normal living, it underlines that you are a bit detached from social norms, thus normal life.

BBC interviews people on the street... BBC: So how are you getting on with life these days? Person: Ahhh... well, it's mostly normal day to day stuff. Kids, pub, job, vigorous sex, groceries, some football or cricket when I can. Just normal all around.