I'd a great deal I knew wanted saying...

[wemyss]

… on all manner of topics, including of course the fact that Gordon Brown individually and Labour generally are manufacturing more porkie-pies than the yearly outputting of the whole of Melton Mowbray.

But sod that.

I give you - those of you who aren’t hopelessly heterosexual men, or women who’ve no use for lads even as objects of slash-fic - this

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Quite delicious.

[goddessriss]

Thanks ever so. He's perfectly edible. Mmmmhmmm. It's good to know you are tirelessly searching, on our behalf, for the most wonderful-looking young lads. You truly are a prince amongst men.

Prince, queen, summat o' that sort.

[wemyss]

We also serve and All That. Only doing my duty, m'dear.

He is, isn't he.

[wemyss]

Shallow, perhaps, but decorative.

[shezan]

TRES cute, but a little babyish, perhaps? Also, absolutely NO mystery (and I don't mean the lack of clothes.) It's nice when they can manage a hint of complexity.

But I know I'm difficult like that.

(I wonder if you're familiar with Jensen Ackles?)

My dear!

[wemyss]

Sometimes one wants complexity, mystery, even maturity.

Sometimes one wants a bit of rough.

And then, sometimes wants simple fluff. Ergo, Mr Long, who is admittedly a simple bit of fluff.

And although I am not unfamiliar with your Mr Ackles, he - oddly and inexplicably, as there's no reason I can discern why this should be so - he somehow fails to move me much, save as a briefly pleasing bit of fluff.