I often day dream. Always about stupendously impossible things. Like beating Chuck Norris in a martial arts tournament whilst my eight pack abs glisten in the setting sun. Or abseiling into the set of Countdown and rescuing a buxom Carol Vorderman from the evil clutches of Richard Whiteley whilst he sits in his evil chair stroking an evil white cat.
I remember, not so long ago, day dreaming about being a Super Paramedic . . . Continue reading