Holding out for a Hero(ine)...

Sundays - doncha just love 'em? The one day of the week when you don't have to try and shower, feed the cat and have your breakfast in 10 minutes flat before rushing out the door at almost the exact time you're supposed to be starting work (or is that just me?). Or spend three hours compiling a truly terrifying list of all the chores you should have done during the week (this is Saturday we're talking about now) before deciding you just MUST watch the final of TopModel 2005 again in case you missed some of the finer moments of repartee between a bunch of skinny women with big lips, and then it's Jake 2.0, and ooooh, is that a rerun of AirWolf I've just spied?. No, there's just something a little more, dare I suggest, spiritual about a Sunday. A time for reflection on the bigger picture. Which is, of course, dear reader, how we found ourselves on the sofa, stuffed full of muffins, taking Madame Figaro's "What Kind of Heroine Are You?" test. Compiled by a leading think-tank of Nobel Prize-winning scientists, the test basically divides heroines - and indeed, humanity, why not? - into four distinct segments. Ellen McArthur (determined but a bit butch), Mother Teresa (good but wrinkly), Princess Diana (tragic but photogenic) and Her Madgesty Madonna (trendy but gone a bit off the boil of late). Kinda cool, no? Rhino75 was, as you would expect, 9/10 Princess Di with a dash of Mother Teresa = tragic and wrinkly. Noodle was split almost equally between Madge and Di with a touch of Ellen = photogenic but gone off the boil a bit lately and is probably considering running off to sea. QED. Suddenly, it all makes sense...