Call me a little slow to get with the times but I have just caught up with the TV series Lost. Maybe it is because I have been so wrapped up in some other wonderful TV Shows. But here is a show that is based upon survivors of a plane crash that are suddenly found on a desert island.
Amongst them are a rather ‘hunky’ Doctor, a rather if I dare say good looking former drug addict, a rather plump Australian who never seems to lose weight despite the lack of food and also a plethora of good looking other tourists.
Now take my plane today into the same equation, we crash, we are on an island and the main aim is to survive. Yet rather than be surrounded by Hollywood beauties that never seem to age I take the passengers I was with.
The fat man who kept staring at the 19 year old stunner in the denim hotpants
The twins who kept yelling “Ollie” at the same time
The annoying woman who would not keep moaning about the current price of Coke
The man who smelt of body odor so bad I felt like chopping my nose off.
The two German guys who would not understand the meaning of the word QUEUE!
The small child who would not stop crying
And the guy whose Ipod had no volume control!
Would I try and get off the island?….
Only if there was no gun….Lost maybe an isolated paradise, mine would be the truest form of torture!
