Make love, not war.

I'm not interested in being that bloke's JO bud, but I do relate to his desire to combine sexual activity with extreme weather conditions. Make the internal world external. You know, like King Lear's madness and the storm and all that shit.

As my likeness Franky Boyle once said.

"I like to shag my girlfriend during a thunderstorm and pretend we taking part in the conception of the anti Christ."