This picture, as seen on another blog...
...yeah, sorry about that... has given me a spunker of an idea for a new money-making venture.
Did I say money-making venture? I meant charity. CHARITY.
By way of a caption, one reader had written: "For Sale or Rent: Toys for Boys and one Boy Toy."
Good grief, I thought. Either Bill Bailey's really let himself go, or the standard of toyboys has really slipped recently. You'd have to be blind to… CH-CHING!
And that, dear reader, is the exact moment the "This time next year, Rodders, we'll be millionaires" gene kicked in, and it's just a matter of marrying up two urgent needs.
1. Fat, ugly blokes still need to get laid, if only for the good of society in general
2. Blind women still need toyboys, and will probably believe you if you say you are sending a George Clooney-a-like round for a small charitable consideration
So, I announce my new charitable
Toyboys for the Blind
It's like the whole Guide Dogs thing they've got going on, only providing an essential service for these poor, ugly blokes. No wait. The other way round.
Still trying to work my way around the whole body odour problem, but one obstacle at a time, eh?
Please send cash, tinfoil, women with a low quality threshold.
This time next year, Rodders, we'll be millionaires.