Having had an enjoyable chin-wag with TheRealLinda the other day about our mutual appreciation of two capacious gentlemen, who would have thought my idle chit-chat would present itself in the flesh?

If wasn't The Johnny Vegas in the actual flesh, but the lad was the spitting image - right down to a substantial girth that required a seat-and-a-half on the 43 bus home tonight.

Not surprisingly, at 5.40pm on a Thursday night, the half-seat he left was the only seat available, but was conspicuously empty.

Now having just written a dissertation on media obsession and size zero I have been more than vocal on the individual's right to be any size they damned well please. So I promptly climbed up on my high horse and we cantered over to the half-seat where I plonk down my backside.

Now, of course, my holier-than-thouness gets a kicking.

Firstly, there's a bar behind me digging into my arse and it's not in the slightest bit comfortable. Secondly my Mr Vegas look-a-like is getting pinker (possibly because I radiate heat like a thermo-nuclear reactor myself) and is trying to pretend he's asleep.

However, I am now stuffed because there is no way in hell I am moving as that would a) insult Mr V - or he might welcome it, I can't decide - but also (b) indicate to a bus packed to the gills that it is acceptable to move away from someone just because they are big - even though your arse is now killing you because that bar isn't getting any softer.

Mr V had the tiniest hands I've ever seen, dainty little eight-year-old's snowy-white hands, and the longest eye lashes... not that I wasn't looking for things to distract me. I saw him him sneaking a look at me a couple of times - probably wondering who the wierdo was staring intently at his hands while Crosby, Stills & Nash crooned hippy-harmonies about Our House and Helplessly Hoping on her ipod.

And just to serve me right for being such a self-righteous madam, he stayed on the bus and was still on it as I limped off and it trundled on through Northenden - 45 minutes later.

I may be walking a bit funny for a couple of days.