If I do exit 2009 without a job, and let's face it, nothing looks safe right now, and it does n't matter whatever industry it is that one toils in - anyone and everyone is vulnerable - then I need a plan. Always need a plan. Everyone does.

So if it does all go gurgling down the pan and money is too tight to mention, then I shall become a bespectacled, overly literate, polysyllabic spouting, well-fed, and certainly well read, male gigolo. There must be a market. Surely. Has to be. It's untapped. I like the idea of pioneering this kind of gig.