sheldrake

Well, I was all set to make a very bad-tempered post tonight all about why on earth should I care what a bunch of overpaid strangers do in their spare time, what their girlfriends look like or who they get off with or whether they smoke or what kind of beer they drink. A post born entirely of boredom, mild irritation at the weather and a vague sense of frustration at The World in General.

But then I just saw Billy and Dom talking to Jonathan Ross, and Jonathan suggested that Billy could be the next James Bond, and Billy remarked that he'd have to put on some extra height and weight or something, and Dom said 'No, you're beefy enough.' So that was nice, and should tide me over until I next stray outside the friends list in order to torture myself with the deranged ravings of the terminally stupid.

Thanks to everyone who's kindly taken an interest in the exploits of the plastic toy soldier, although as usual I have been bloody crap at answering comments. To summarise, ineke indicated that she wouldn't be averse to a marriage proposal from him. I have passed the message on and I believe he is considering his next move. shrinetolust pointed out that I missed the whole 'shotgun wedding' pun, dammit! justeeyore reminded me that it would be traditional for me to propose to him today, this being the 29th of Feb. However, I dallied too long, and have missed my chance by one minute. childeproof provided an entertaining, if frankly disturbing, anecdote about early Sindy/Action Man exploits. And shirecreature suggested that perhaps Plastic Toy Soldier is really an executive transvestite in disguise. I did try checking his pockets for makeup, but they appear to be sealed to his little plastic sides. Perhaps the lippy's in his handbag.