… a grown man (not a half-formed man or a ape pretending to be a man or indeed a man pretending to be another man, although as he didn’t actually speak I cannot be too sure about this last point. Although I am pretty sure, even down to a quantum level, that he was not a ape-man or man-ape (or canape, should one wish to digress further)) furtively (yes, furtively, as in ‘tiptoeing through a thicket in WWII as the Bosch surround the forest while re-enacting Robin Hood, the Rosbif episodes) examining his Christmas shopping on the train (imagine the embarassment of not picking up a free LondunLIGHTfreeLonDONLight and so having the excuse of a Girls Aloud Sudoku on your journey home. Or indeed, not having some ludicrously over-hyped and expensive gadget that you can milk your ears into — have you ever wondered how they made the music-mice that small?) and spending RATHER too much time over the harback of the Thunderbirds. Or Dan Dare. Or Captain Scarlet. But definitely not Scarlett Johannsen. Rawr.
Rawr is as rawr does. Happy Christmas everyone.
