Melly’s challenge

Five Shameful Shags

Try as I may, I have only been able to come up with four, and to be honest, there’s only one I feel even faintly embarrassed about admitting to, the others just need some explanation. So, here goes, in no particular order.

Judi Dench.
Yep, I bet everyone who happens to read this will immediately picture her as Queen Elizabeth. The thing is, that’s not how I see her. I still see the elfin-faced, trim figured, young actress with the distinctive voice and the amazing presence who was the leading lady with the Royal Shakespeare Company way back when I was 17. I instantly found myself with a teenage crush that has not diminished over the years. I met her once – and I use the word met very lightly indeed – a decade or more later, in London. I was walking up Hampstead High Street, and a small, rather stout lady bustled out of a shop and banged straight into me. It was her, and exhibiting every symptom of that teenage crush, I blushed, stammered, muttered something utterly incoherent, and hurried off, totally blowing the opportunity of actually talking to her.

Stephen Fry
He’s very tall, and I don’t go for tall men. He’s also not thin, and I like my men on the lean side. So why? Wit, intelligence and talent.

Jon Bon Jovi
Whoa, hold on, where are we going here? Judy Dench and Stephen Fry to Jon Bon Jovi? OK, this one is purely physical. It takes a bit to get past the hair, a lot to get past the hair, but he’s got a good face, a twinkle in the eyes, nice body (great chest) and the particular combination of light brown to fair hair and hairy chest that gets me every time. But still – Jon Bon Jovi ! My grown-up niece is embarrassed to admit she had his poster on her wall when she was seven !

Ian Wright
You know, the little pommie guy on “Lonely Planet” with the bad teeth and the appalling accent who keeps dropping his dacks and cracking bad jokes and gets plastered in almost every episode he’s on. He tells a good story though, and he knows he’s cracking bad jokes which kinda makes you laugh with him.


My week
More like my fortnight,it’s been a while since I blogged last.
It’s been pretty normal, hating work (except for the two days Mel sits next to me of course) wishing I was rich and dreaming of lazing on a beach in Thailand.
Mel lent me Season One of “The Sopranos” which I hadn’t seen, and that has been my viewing all week. I can’t wait to get hold of the next season, but I think I should take a bit of a break. I am in awe of James Gandolfini’s performance as Tony Soprano.
Have to admit to finding the whole business with his mother in some ways was a bit close to the bone. Not that I am suggesting my mother ever showed signs of trying to have me bumped off, but the whole thing about putting her into the home was just so accurate. I watched the last three episodes in one go today, definitely need a little time to absorb it all properly.