quote:Originally posted by Thorn Davis: So when her 2005 birthday rolled around, I wanted to make it special. We'd set a cap on spending at £40 to stop things getting ridiculous. For the past year Octavia had been complaining about chucking otu her vinyl and turntable. Anyway, basically I dug my parents old broken record player out of the loft, got it running again, and then gave her that, plus a bunch of old albums that she'd moaned about throwing out. A bunch of other stuff happened as well, but giving her that was the really exciting part.
Lots of lovely and evocative things have been written on TMO over the years, but there's something about Thorn's discovery of love that is so poignant and touching that it doesn't just make me want to cry, it actually did just make me cry. I mean, don't flatter yourself - it doesn't take much to make me cry right now, I'm in a fucking shit place, making me cry is about as difficult as making a 16-year-old boy ejaculate, and takes about as long (though the results are less sticky and easier to clean up, as long as I'm not wearing too much eye-makeup) - but still. What's the internet acronym for 'Cry Out Loud' - col? I colled reading that bit of Thorn's post, above, about the birthday. I remember him writing some time last year about how, now he was in love, everything but everything was exactly the same, nothing had really changed, same job, same flat - but now, he was happy, everything was tolerable, indeed, enjoyable, just because he'd met this girl. To me that's about the most perfect summation of what it's all about that I have ever read. (I think the previous two years of reading Thorn's bitching and whining may have helped prepare me). This slippage from desolate to happy, aw, it melts my heart.
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I've never really got the Keira Knightley thing, though. She seems to be the most airbrushed woman on the planet. Without a brush and a photoshopped chest she looks like an exotic indie boy to me.
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Same here. She's not for me. I tell you who I liked - the girl off the game show 'who's the gay', with the men and she had to guess who was gay. She was nice. Girlfriend material.
the way she used to get all upset, with the quivering lips and faltering voice. And her face at the end, when the dude went all weird and pretended to be gay after she'd picked him out as being gay, and then was like "I'm not gay", and she was all cross and confused. Ahhh. In fact, can I have that as my show of the year? And Dragon's Den, and the American "Average Joe".
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Hey, remember when Rick fancied pumpkin-faced, Alan Shearer-calved pop pouter, Sophie Ellis Bexter? And how he would defend he honour like a Knight of old?
I always found that crush impossible to tally with Rick's persona.
quote:Originally posted by Dr. Benway: the way she used to get all upset, with the quivering lips and faltering voice. And her face at the end, when the dude went all weird and pretended to be gay after she'd picked him out as being gay, and then was like "I'm not gay", and she was all cross and confused. Ahhh. In fact, can I have that as my show of the year?
Playing it Straight. How could I forget that. You know, the guy Zoe finally chose I'd pegged as a sodomite from about episode 2 - he was so obviously overcompensating.
I used to like how it went all soft focus and dreamy-musicked when one of the guys 'won' a one-to-one date with her.
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I am not sure about this picture. I was looking for a picture of Barbie's sex mound, because I suspect Kira Knightly has a perfectly smooth, totally sealed, air-brushed pubic mound, like the famous doll. I found this instead. It doesn't look like Barbie's does it? Why it should live in Google behind a door marked 'Barbie's Sex' I've no idea.
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Sorry. I was trying to delete it when my machine crashed.
Also, can you imagine Low Level actually getting his hairy ham-sized mitts on tiny, brittle and breakable Keira Knightly? It's almost as frightening as the image of Rick posting on Seethru while forcing his Scharführer Bratwurst into a pulpy, orange Halloween fruit and moaning "You better not steal the gnrrrrrrrgh groooooove!"
quote:Originally posted by jonesy999: Rick posting on Seethru while forcing his Scharführer Bratwurst into a pulpy, orange Halloween fruit and moaning "You better not steal the gnrrrrrrrgh groooooove!"
lolol, nice.
And - have we now established that Waynster is gay for fancying "Britain's Sexiest Woman"?
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Meh. Anyone else want to do the survey, or shall we just start posting up pictures of girls we fancy, and talking about their 'wicked minges'. Oh no - too late!
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We all prisoners, chickee-baby. We all locked in.
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quote:Originally posted by Roy: Keira Knightly looks completely sexless to me. Like one of those Thai ladyboys - pretty, but lacking the necessary.
Surely a Thai ladyboy would have more than necessary?
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1. What did you do in 2005 that you'd never done before?
I went to a private members' club. It was just a normal house, with a little door I'd have to stoop to get through. No sign, or bell, or letterbox, or number. Classic Alice in Wonderland style shut-out. I had to wait for some dames to come along and do a secret knock, then sneak in on their tail.
The club was in Chelsea. The lady I'd come to meet was called Chelsey. The corridors opened out to a drawing-room. The barmaids had that clean, cool, Oxbridge confidence: better than you even when they're pulling your pint. I had London Pride. A sign pointed out that as a non-member, I didn't have the right to order a drink.
The tablecloths looked more expensive than my suit. I pulled out my best accent. Every chick in the room looked like a Chelsey. I kept drinking. I was lackadaisical, merry, when I made enough eye contact to identify my agent. That's it, she was a literary agent. I forgot. The whole private club bit was too exciting.
My accent and manner were slipping and sliding as we talked. Probably trying to figure out what worked best. Well-bred young gent. Cocky charmer. Falling between two stools. Almost falling off the chair. Should have turned down the third beer: she was on sparkly water.
Anyway, while I tried to work out the most polite way to eat salad nicoise. She'd rejected me by email in August, and I'd somehow managed to parlay that into this meeting. I'd lost interest in the whole project meanwhile, but her enthusiasm and the London Pride was getting me warmed up again. "££££". "TV deals". etc. I don't remember. I was concentrating on not talking drunk. Agreed to some crazy time-frame whereby I'd research the book by May and write it by September, to have it in shops for the Christmas rush. It sounded a fun idea.
I went out of the secret door into the rain and forgot about her again. When you write proposals and send them out, you soon get into the routine of not caring, of preparing for the worst. Three times before, some agent's given me the come-on and gush, got my hopes up then dumped me like a bad boyfriend. That was with fiction, but it's all the same if you send stuff on-spec. If you try to turn your hobby into money.
Months passed with no word. Then she sent me a Christmas card. You don't do that if you've dumped someone, surely. I wrote to her to ask if I'd missed some correspondence. Very humble. Seeking closure.
Today, received some messy email sent in a rush: yes we want to represent you, message must have got lost, look forward to working with you, contracts in post by end of week.
So: it seems that I'll be living here, for ten days, with ten Star Wars fans who don't know each other or me.
quote:Originally posted by Roy: Darryn, is this Laura:
If so, one of her favorite films is The Shining , so me and her would get on like a house on fire. That, and her undoubtedly wicked minge.
Yup, she rocked yesterday, all these mad cutie pie wanna be princess girls and a Tazzie stripper.
During deportmant class it was commented on that she had a 'wiggle' in her walk to which she responded - "Of course I do, I have booty".
Comment of the show though went to one true Aussie girl who when shown the prize, a 42,000 dollar tiara (sp?) said "I could trade that in for a pretty sweet Ute".
Class.
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I don't know if it's actually great news -- it is daunting and could lead to disaster -- but it's interesting at least. Thanks to Thorn in particular for your kind words upthread Now I broke the big 9k, I might even do London's questionnaire.
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