An article today describes the perfect man as having Brad Pitt’s face, David Ginola’s hair, Robbie William’s chest, David Beckham’s legs and, of course, Mel Gibson’s bottom. When I get a moment I’ll put that all together and put the photo up, but in the meantime I can take solace in the fact that although I have none of those attributes they also voted Chris Evans as the Worst Looking Man. Nice.
Meanwhile I’m on the come down from a wonderful weekend out in the Poconos. This was in aid of StJohn’s 30th birthday, with the generous loan of Rob and Anouk’s wonderful house. Lots of swimming in lakes, talking about the meaning of the soul and drinking from large suspended melons. Good fun, and being stuck in a Holiday Inn Express hotel room does not compare in the slightest. Sigh.