Merry Christmas Londoners, London-dwellers and people of the South East.

'Tis the season to be merry, and also the season in which one's mother issues the decree - thou shalt return from thine far-flung residence and partake with thine kin of turkey, of presents, of card games, and of long silences filled with sighs over one's non-fulfilment of parental dreams for one's future.

I trust that you will all have a most pleasant holiday season (Yes, that's right! He said holiday! Not Christmas! Because this is a non-denominational hookup! Suck it, Trump fans!)

Ahem, where was I...? Ok, yes, so. I'm heading home for Christmas, and I can already feel that I'll be in need of some human company at some point. Whether that's a swift drink, an intellectual discussion followed by a trip around a dusty museum, or something altogether more energetic, please do get in touch.

If your interest is in the latter, then I offer sensuality. I like gentle touch, a warm caress, and passion. Oh, and I really like giving oral #just sayin

The details: M35, currently abroad (though not too far away), from London originally. Tall and skinny. Geeky. Interested in deep thought about complicated topics, and confusion over simple ones.

As for you, all identities welcome, though those males and females with vaginas get first dibs coz oral, y'know? Attack helicopters are also welcome, though keeping the helicoptering to a minimum is appreciated. An engaging style of conversation is always a bonus, as is a warm personality.

So, lovely people, please do send me a message if you can suggest a bolthole in which to escape the family for a few hours. I look forward to hearing from you, and do have yourself a wonderfully merry little Christmas time.