I am not referring here to people who have taken anthropomorphism a bit too far and are insisting on Victorian values for the farmyard but instead to a certain publication that, I was firmly assured a while ago, really exists for the pleasure of people who find the seriously ugly sexually alluring. This of course confirms the belief that there is somebody for everyone. Or as Herr Doktor von Squeakenstein states "Zis world a funny old place is Ja und no mistaking."
So it came as no surprise, although I will admit to receiving a very nasty shock, that whilst navigating the aisle slalom in Tesco I came across someone who was walking arm in arm (and blocking all access to the cheese as a side-effect) with the spitting image of Kathy Burke as she appeared in Mister Wroe's Virgins.
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