Anything Can Happen In The Next Half Hour

For some reason, I'm not exactly sure why, I picked out a CD of 'cult' TV theme tunes to listen to on the way to work today.

Being the impressionable soul that I am, I feel like I entered the Army but was too cool for school and went on to be trained as a secret agent (to a fusion of marching drums and funk guitar), I go about my daily business dressed as an archetypal businessman, but probably the only archetypal businessman to be constantly accompanied by a RADA-trained actress in a catsuit, that as part of my duties I pilot all 5 Thunderbirds, take on Impossible Missions, look moody in a polo-necked sweater in front of all of the enormous fountains of the world, plumb the depths of the ocean in Stingray, do martial arts with an umbrella, nip down to the shops in Fireball XL-5, and do all of this with virtual impunity because I was once possessed by the Mysterons and fell off a building and because of that I'm very hard to kill.

Obviously.

How this rather...specific feeling affects my working day remains to be seen...