Managed to get away from work at 4.00pm, which wasn't as early as I'd hoped, but still meant that I could watch an episode of The Man from U.N.C.L.E before waking G from his nap and putting the pizzas on for dinner. (Friday night is slumping in front of the TV night with quick and easy frozen pizza.)
Am still drooling over Illya in rugged outdoor gear. Pauses for a moment to reflect on this image...
I first encountered The Man from U.N.C.L.E at an impressionable age in my mid-teens, but I can't decide whether Illya Kuryakin moulded my image of my ideal man, or whether I fell for Illya because he fitted my ideal. But when it comes to a choice between a man who is brainy and one who is physically fit, there's no contest. I'm afraid it simply has to be both.
