I know I know, we’re supposed to only cover movies with explosions/Jason Statham causing explosions/William Shatner blowing up giant spiders. And you’re right…you’re right. Unfortunately some of us know real live members of the opposite sex, who make us wash on a semi-regular basis, and eat green things (Skittles don’t count apparently). And they also inflict this on us – lucky for you we’re a bastion of balanced, representative journalism eh? Best treat it as a public service – if you ever do manage to set up an internet date that doesn’t have a beard and get out of your parent’s basement to go on it -this’ll give you something to talk about won’t it?
