Born To Make You Happy

Into the big smoke again, alas less exciting today, with the joys of work in Croydon. What a scar on the face of the earth. Four hours sat at a desk checking, um, things, listening to an idiot next to me clearing his nose every ten minutes with that god awful snorting sound.

There was only one thing for it then - this chap. Guaranteed to put a smile on your face, although worryingly that does look like an arse rather than legs?

The head went first...