| Just before Christmas I was shopping at a toy faire in Worcester. I glanced to my left and caught sight of a queue at the doll counter; they were waiting for the shelves to be restocked with Mattel dolls. As I looked I realised that in the queue was a good friend of mine. Knowing Lennie well I was sure that he had no daughters nor did he have any nieces so I wondered why he should want to buy a doll at Christmas time. "Hey, Lennie," I cried, "I hadn't realised you collected dolls." "I don't," he replied laughing. "Really," I queried, "then you must be buying a Christmas present then?" "No, not at all, my friend," responded Lennie, his eyes twinkling merrily. "If you don't mind my asking then Lennie," I said, "Why exactly are you standing in this particular queue?" "Oh that," he giggled. "It's like this, my mate," he mused, "I've never been able to resist a Barbie queue." |