My journey to work this week has been, understandably, rather different from usual, consisting as it does of a bus journey, a train journey and a blagged lift from the train station off whoever is in the office when I get there, rather than a simple drive down the M56. The bus journey takes me through Hulme, a rather less-than-salubrious area of the city. Amongst the variety of frightening looking pubs, dole offices, bookies and various bits of wasteland, there’s a modelling agency. It calls itself the “Hidden Beauty Modelling Agency”.
Now, maybe I’ve missed the point, but I thought if you were after a model, hidden beauty was exactly the kind of thing you weren’t after. Outward, visible, surface beauty would surely be a far more valuable characteristic in a model, no?
“Hang on, all your models are total mingers.”
“Oh, yeah, but they’re really lovely people inside”.
People don’t really think these things through properly before acting, do they?
In other news, a baby with two heads has been born in – yes, you guessed it – America.