Not my milkshake, not my yard.

 So many pretty boys in Glasgow this lunchtime! What, do you guys only come out when the sun's shining or something?

And it was definitely close-but-no-banana day for Psychic Manifestations of Slash™. In the same half hour I saw:

• Connor - but with one of those huge-sideburns-that-aren't-quite-beard deals. And he was tiny. Pocket sized. Sooo cute!
• An almost dead ringer for Stephen, except younger and even more slutty looking (if that's possible). He had on a jacket so I couldn't tell if the nipples were authentically perky.
• An early 20's John Sheppard. Not as close as he could be, but he was wearing black combat trousers and aviators, so bonus points there I feel.

Even if the accuracy is a bit off the situations still better than a few weeks ago when the best it could do was a scarily accurate manifestation of Sue Pollard. And I mean 100% - right down to the glasses and the voice.
Serious misfire in the programme.

Other pretty-pretty seen and put on my 'Would Kidnap if I Had the Resources' list:
Sharp hipster suit, wire glasses, amazing Ronon-length dreads - ooh, yes; beautiful, fine-boned lady - all elegance at the lights; skater-punk Elvis on the tube - you weren't all that, but I would do you just for the effort you put into that quiff.

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Dear me,
Stop wasting so much time searching for Spider Jerusalem action figures online and get back to your writing. *Slap*
yours,
me