Step 1: I develop a wanton obsession with Top Gear and spend a growing proportion of my waking hours wishing Richard Hammond was my lovebunny and Jeremy Clarkson lived under my stairs.
Step 2: I articulate this wish to others, often and loudly. Dearest Laura, being a sensitive soul, picks up on my subtle vibes and begins to plan a Willow Wonderland.
Step 3: Summoning me to our little virtual abode, Laura attracts my attention with the following casual notice:
Step 4: Naturally I decide to check. And lo! A shrine to the wondrousness, covered in large, prettily framed pictures with a chair in the centre so that I can settle into my daydream. Is my roomie the bollocks or what??
When, in real life, the main light bulb has blown, the door handle is hanging by a thread (both of which were, incidentally, today's traumas) and all hope of a new hoover has gone, I will know that my own personal paradise awaits me on Second Life, smiling down in BBC-authorised glory while Laura watches the telly in the next room. Bliss.
7 comments:
Aww, I'm the bollocks? *BEAMS* :D
But don't you think Richard Hammond's got crazy eyes since he ploughed a field with a jet car?
NO I do not think that, he's still just as loveable as ever, although a little scruffier. Cute!
And yes, Laura, you are indeed the bollocks. Now where's my dinner.
Everything is down, SL, WoW, EVERYTHING! And here I come to your blog and find scruffiness! Throw him in a skirt and i'd be quite happy, thank you! xo
This really isn't fair :( I started the obsession and have one too!!
:(
Tim: I thought that JUST yesterday!
Ha! *giggles and frollicks*
He's defo got the crazy eyes! Or at least one is!
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