The Independent seems to be re-running that old chestnut about relative finger lengths saying something about your sexuality. I seem to remember this once coming out ooh about four years ago but never mind, the Indy gets there in the end. I know this not because I read the thing – I have no desire to be hectored by Robert Fisk on a daily basis – but because the guy sitting opposite me on the train home this evening was furtively inspecting his hands (I thought for a minute was looking for hair on the palms of them until I saw the article he was reading). Whatever the outcome was for him, he didn’t seem that happy about it because he checked both of them pretty carefully and then sat on them for the rest of the journey.
Anyway, you can read the whole thing here yourself & see if you can get through the whole thing without looking at your hands. I challenge you.
Total time wasted today: 5 minutes
Total time wasted to date: 5 hours 14 minutes