Tottyland

Can't set a trap

Apparently I can kill a burglar but only if they are conscious and I didn't set a trap. I wonder if beating up on the ill is allowed too. One of the oddities of having New Labour in power is right wing old me sounds like I'm an unreformed lefty (but fortunately not this one).

I have a thing for Eric Johnson. I will refrain from continuing with that pun but Eric is in the very made for Sunday afternoon on Sky Movies epic Falcon Beach, which is not a porn movie with lots of badly dubbed over grunting (so I'm told) but another young on the beach love, anger, naff boardies drama in which Eric plays alongside Steven Byers (no not that naff minister who wouldn't resign even after his aide used September 11 as a good time to hide bad news) but a buff bit of fluff (who looks a whole lot better dry). And the award for the longest sentence on a blog goes to...

I'll probably get lynched (have to listen to Shane Lynch) but the better totty in Desperate Housewives James Denton who can't garden with his shirt on for some reason.

Look it's gymnasts trying to look hard and Toddles has even grown a beard (well sort of one). Oh bless. It won't work boys as we know how cute and silly you can look.

Finally Australian diver Matthew Mitchum. If he can do this in mid air, in bed he could...

I'm thinking of a swimmers post next, and as I'm the dictator here it's probably what will happen unless there is a coup inspired by the CIA.