For a moment at least he had the best of both worlds. She was not in the room blurring his focus but neither was she blurring his focus by not being in the room because he would shortly be seeing her again. Therefore, for the time being he could address his intellect in its entirety to the job in hand. ‘Next.’ A ‘hilarious’ Goth appeared. ‘I am a member of the Undead and I’ll—’ ‘Fine, good. Next.’ Another hilarious Goth. ‘I come from a galaxy far, far—’ ‘Pause it. Do we have enough for a Goth montage?’ Calvin asked. ‘I’m afraid not,’ said Trent. ‘What if we throw in the Trekkies and the mystics and make it a weirdo montage?’ ‘Then yes, definitely. We’ve got four Elvis reincarnates and a Patsy Cline.’ ‘Still no one with the guts to tackle John Lennon, eh?’ Calvin said. ‘OK, keep him. Next.’ More grannies, more cute kids, more ugly nerds, more chippy thugs who thought they were Eminem, and more fat slappers with amusingly strong regional accents.
