I was watching that pteradactyl tosspiece winning The Apprentice last night, and they were all blathering on about 'metrosexuals'.
Metrosexual? Transsexual, Homesexual, maybe, but metrosexual - WTF is that all about?
Getting it on with parisienne underground train services? Humping the letterbox of the local mini-tesco, or slathering your mini metro's gearstick with vaseline and lowering yourself onto it in some emergency strap-on substitute?
Although if your slopping lubricant over Richard Geresdick, you'd better be sure there's no hamsters about, for I very much doubt that Richard Hammond's into that kind of thing.
Unless it was Errol. Or Kevin.
Metrosexual, my best hat! Luckily, Sir Alan Demerera asked wot one was - apparently, it's a bloke that likes rubbing various creams into his face.
Ewwwwww. Imperial Leather JizzParty strikes again...
