So I kind of love the World Cup, partly because it’s guaranteed to make a nation of men cry baby tears when England inevitably fail to reach the semi-finals despite the News of the World crowing on about the fact that they’re definitely going to win this time and they have to return to the [...]
Courtesy of Jean-Pierre Leaud, his cigarettes and his shifty-eyed beaky-nosed visage.
Never indulge any curiosity you might have about what he looks like now. Believe me, it’s better this way. Much, much better.
I see your cheeky bow tie, Paul.
I have been attempting a lyrical paean to Andrew Garfield’s hair for months now, but I’m afraid that my verse is not as lustrous as his healthy strands, and without achieving true mimesis I don’t feel that I can do justice to such an abundant barnet. I can’t quite explain why it makes me come [...]
Friday Night Lights is unbelievably earnest, the team have group prayers before games, Coach Taylor (using the power of his hair/sunglasses) gives cheesy locker room pep talks and they all chant ‘Clear eyes, full hearts, can’t lose’ at some point every game to motivate themselves to victory. Matt Saracen (oh number 7 you’re the prince [...]
Then
And now…
Look, basically I can’t find a suitable picture on google. Stupid google. So close your eyes for a second or two and just remember what everyone looked like last time you got yourself down to a British beach. Fat, pale and far too naked. Right? Right? Yep ok.
SO I absolutely adore the British Library. [...]
PC has stolen my heart
I’m so sorry CB! Take solace in the knowledge that once you were loved.
DC Comics you are staring into my SOUL.
But look! Sneaky lady tricks to snare the well-manicured 40-year-old of my dreams (check out the print detailing on his collar and cuffs). Or maybe not.
‘The Revealing Secrets of Girls’ Romances’: apparently, girls have always been a bit mental and boys have always worn rolled up jeans and plimsolls.
That’s what my thoughts sound like. Or should that be thought?
Cute boys are probably my longest-running interest, apart from books. Sometimes I like to combine the two by going to the bookshop on Charing Cross Road where the cute boy works, or by reading about cute boys. Just now I pretended to read an article [...]