Ross’s brush with death makes him a more caring decent human being - yeah, roysh

I woke up from a coma to a country that had changed beyond recognition and the gords waiting to talk to me.

They were obviously pretty interested in finding out who shot me. The problem was that I couldn’t actually remember. The entire incident was a basic blank.

The good news was that whoever pulled the trigger had missed my vital organs by inches - including the most vital one of all. I decided there and then that I wasn’t going to waste another minute of my life. There were thousands of beautiful women out there who had never known the pleasure of my company - and that was going to change, the minute my wounds healed.

But the path to hot love seldom runs smoothly. I had problems to deal with. A daughter who hated my basic guts. A son who was growing up way too fast. A soon-to-be-ex-wife who was resorting to increasingly desperate measures to stop the bank from repossessing the house. Oh, and the Gords were having one or two problems believing my story …