A Funny Thing...
Well, not really funny, but I thought I'd share it with you all anyway.
So there I was this afternoon, on the drive back from sunny Halifax (West Yorkshire, not Nova Scotia) to the old homestead, engaged in a half-hearted sub-sub-Pulp Fiction-esque conversation with my colleague, who was driving, when suddenly on the car radio there comes an advert for Virgin Trains, featuring what sounded to me an awful lot like the well-nigh-unmistakeable tones of the infamous Mr Matthew Smith esquire.
I mention this only because the first thought that occurred to me was "Why is Richard Branson collecting Doctors? What's his evil plan?!" I didn't say this out loud, however.
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So there I was this afternoon, on the drive back from sunny Halifax (West Yorkshire, not Nova Scotia) to the old homestead, engaged in a half-hearted sub-sub-Pulp Fiction-esque conversation with my colleague, who was driving, when suddenly on the car radio there comes an advert for Virgin Trains, featuring what sounded to me an awful lot like the well-nigh-unmistakeable tones of the infamous Mr Matthew Smith esquire.
I mention this only because the first thought that occurred to me was "Why is Richard Branson collecting Doctors? What's his evil plan?!" I didn't say this out loud, however.
This entry has also been posted at http://jjpor.dreamwidth.org/196621.html. Please feel free to comment either here or there.