Ever since I moved to the Esplanade, I have been regularly bumping into a man who looks scarily similar to
Albrecht Durer. The real Durer was kind of hot - certainly not on par with Chez - but he did have that whole "Renaissance artiste/eccentric holy man" look going for him. Unfortunately, I can’t say the same for his creepy 21st century counterpart who reminds me more of an itinerant trucker than an artistic virtuoso. I doubt a modern incarnation of the scrumptious Raphaello Sanzio could ever be so repulsive - after all, look at Onario. Why then must I be subjected to this derelict Durer??? Oh woe is me!!!