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.
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.
RIP Godric. I got quite upset during the bit in Swedish, although I did become slightly distracted by his ugly sandals. I will miss his and Eric’s love connection, and his strangely calm demeanour.
When Sookie was disgusted at the thought of finding Eric sexually attractive, you know everyone with eyes was thinking “is something wrong [...]
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 [...]
This week I have been enjoying Martina Cole’s The Take (I like how her name is in the title to reassure us trash connoisseurs), a programme which includes the line “he’s taken everything, even the Flymo”. Part of its charm is that it involves senseless violence carried out in super eighties outfits (in honour of [...]