Poor boy

It is one of the cruelest twists of fate's ebony dagger that as an adult, you are able to do all the things that you most desired as a child, but now have no interest in them.

Eleven-year-old Paul would have spent all his free time in Toys R Us, looking at action figures. I frustrated my parents on many an occasion by leaving them waiting in the car for an hour, because I was so enthralled.

But now, I have no interest in going to Toys R Us (oh, alright, some interest). I have the ability to stay in a toy shop all day if I want, but I don't feel the need (although if they still sold good Marvel figures, I might consider it).

And McDonalds. If I could have chosen my meals as a kid, I would have eaten at McDonalds all the time. But here I am, with freedom of choice and my own money, and I haven't been to the Golden Arches for four years. Admittedly, this is probably for the best.

Poor child-Paul. If he could see me know, he'd beg me, BEG ME, to buy some toys and burgers.

Oh well. At least we could watch wrestling together.

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I have created a new character. One that can stand alongside the greats such as the Khaki Dynamo, and Paddy O'Paque.

He is called Ging Gu, and will be a terrible Chinese stereotype. I'm part-Chinese, so I can be as racist as I like. I haven't got many ideas for his adventures yet, but I'm sure something interesting will arise.

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So... yep. Doesn't seem like anything else is gonna happen here. Might as well find something else to do.

Murder?

Not murder.

Murder.