Wow...one must question oneself is the credit crunch so bad that a well known department store in the centre of london (ahemm!) is hiring beefcakes, y-fronts and all, to be painted top to toe and stand right outside just to sell perfumes?! What will they come to, I mean, the papers are talking about the worst that's to come next year, so what then? Will the gentle-tackled-man then go completely nudio? Or will he wear a cape made out of newspaper and be briefed to run around the building buck nekked and screaming at the top of his lungs? All the while promoting something that nobody EVER thinks of buying, like star-shaped bed pans that plays Twinkle Twinkle Little Star when you pee in them??? You laugh now, but just you wait...
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