He just wouldn't accept that the Yogurt Weavers, tree-huggers, tossers and twats, the trustafarians, tramps and tarts were apparently out of our league.
I say 'he wouldn't accpet it', but lets not forget he's a plastic action figure and incapable of conscious thought... so accepting or indeed understanding, anything is something of an issue.
Geoff just sat there on my lap, pointing his clubbed hand at me as if to say, "Get Over it monkey, whats done is done "...
