Intelligent design? Not a chance.

Nothing at all to do with marketing, but I was just kicked, metaphorically, in the crotch by the idea of intelligent design.

I am sitting here, quietly writing a novel about my teenage experiences in the British Public School system, and I've been diverted to the blog.  You see, I wriggled.

And, like so many chaps, when I wriggled, I had the misfortune to squish my right testicle twixt undergarment and a thigh.  And it hurt.  It could have been the left one, but it wasn't.

And I was led straight away into thinking "What a poor design.  Who would put those there?"  Which led me on to Billy Connolly's words along the lines of "Who ever heard the words 'What a magnificent scrotum?'"

I know no heterosexual ladies not homosexual gentlemen who admire the scrotum.  It's just a thing that gets in the way!

So, if there is a deity who designed us with his or her alleged Intelligent Design principles, just how bad a designer could that all knowing being be?

There's no such thing.  The human scrotum proves it.