He saw himself laid out on the table, his heart in one place, his backbone and manhood in various containers.

It was hard to get a word in edgewise as his two ex-girlfriends kept dissecting him into little pieces.

Now he finally understood what “We can still be friends” meant!

Connell continues to be upbeat about writing his biography even if others keep refusing to do it for him. However, he knows someone will eventually take up the mantle which will then free him somewhat to concentrate on getting someone to write his 50-word stories as well.