Character Profile: Robin
Age: Early 30s. Yes, really. I've had it tough.
Marital Status: I'm not married. But please don't describe me as a "bachelor". People might read into it. I just haven't met the right, you know … human … type… person.
Hobbies: Watching telly and … watching telly, really. I watch a lot of telly.
I really loved The Pelican Brief. Does that make me a bad person?
Favourite Colour: I'm reasonably partial to yellow - which is lucky, because most things in the smoking room take on a yellowish tinge. I haven't!! Yet.
Ideal Holiday Destination: San Francisco.
Person You Most Admire: There's a chap who works here, in the post room, Ben. He has many admirable qualities. Many. I wouldn't say he's flawless - he's deluding himself about certain sexual matters. Making himself look ridiculous. I mean, everyone else can see it but, you know… It's not an easy process. Could take him years. I just hope he doesn't throw away the best part of his life running scared. And it's not just him he's hurting by burying his head in the sand. What about… the person who just wants to make him happy? Anyway, that's life, isn't it? No one said it would be easy. Sorry, what was the question? Oh, yes! You want to know who I most admire. Well, that's Ben. No competition. Huh! If only there were…
Earliest Memory: Being at the shops with my Dad when I was little and some hairy-faced old biddy dribbling, "How old is your daughter?" I had very curly hair. That's all it was. I did not look, act or sound like a girl. The senile old boot probably had cataracts.
Moulin Rouge. What am I saying? Of course it isn't that! It's, um… Goodfellas. But not for the male bonding. In fact, it's probably not Goodfellas at all. It's something with lots of guns and tanks in it. The Guns Of Navarone, perhaps. Yeah - The Guns Of Navarone.
Greatest Achievement: I gave up smoking once. For three days. But I wasn't really ready.
Favourite Song: Last Night I Dreamt Somebody Loved Me - The Smiths. And I love Ben. I'm very much talking about the song there. By Michael Jackson. Or even the Marti Webb version.
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