Of course since our man's the gregarious sort, he doesn't find himself short of company - though his bunch of good-time cronies just doesn't seem to frequent cinemas possibly because they are too busy peddling pirated DVDs I suspect. Or busy urging tipsy clients to continue plying their karaoke gals with overpriced alcoholic drinks. Well obviously the criminally-inclined bunch do find other legal activities to fill their time during the day since one of their number actually sponsored Big Bicep Barry as an emcee for a fashion show with a walk-on spot on the runway himself.
Barry : So how? Any tips?
Paul : Like I'm a huge Tyra Banks izzit?
Barry : Well I know you're a fan of America's Next Top after all.
Paul : Funny. All I can say is... be fieeeerrrcceee....
Barry : And how would I do that?
Paul : Going in a sleeveless tee, flexing your arms and pouting would do it.
Barry : Contrary to the rumours you're spreading around, I'm not a gigolo.
Paul : Is it modelling for Aussiebum? 2xist? Ginch Gonch?
Barry : Hardly! You think Janice Dickinson would take me in? BTW I'm vaguely disturbed by your knowledge of underwear.
Unfortunately no, we won't be seeing him strut his stuff in skimpy wonderjocks anytime soon.
Watch me on Janice Dickinson's!
But that's not the shocking part of course. What stunned me was the fact that Barry actually turned in to watch America's Next Top Model. Seriously how gay is that! Well only as gay as watching Janice Dickinson's trials with her new ( but unashamedly gorgeous ) models. What next? Watching Queer Eye?
The things you learn when you pay attention. And here I haven't even mentioned that he's actually attending a motivational course this weekend :p