There is a nifty time waster (for me...not the scientists) which transforms you into a Modigliani or even a Botticelli. I already know what I look like under the other catagories. The strange thing is, that although neither image looks like me, I can see myself in there
There is a home delivery kebab van parked outside. The driver a sullen , swarthy ex-mili type and two large blondes in the back. I know this because Arthur is in mental mode this morning and mad that somebody would have the nerve to block his secure perimeter.
Who orders take away kebabs??????????