They had the impression that they were assisting with the location and capture of some bad people. Umm? Don't you mean you are assisting with the capture of ratings? Talking to me isn't going to do diddly-squat to get whoever was involved. Then again, it's probably not going to do anything for ratings either. I did finally manage to close the door and head back to bed. But people knocked and phoned all day. Assuming they were after my star-power, which wasn't up for grabs, I ignored every call and every knock. It was probably the detectives now that I think about it—they left a card eventually—but it certainly made for a bad day's rest. On that note, I am not going to talk about anything interesting tonight. Instead, here are some photos of a middle-aged cosplay wanna-be in a too short skirt and a fond goodnight. Ppwhhaa!
Who wore it better?
Doing the link-in love-in today with: