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Oct. 5th, 2009 @ 10:22 pm Sometimes I actually remember to do follow-up
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It was gay bowling night again tonight; now I know it was a month ago and I've babbled a lot since then, but maybe you remember this post? It concerned a rather attractive young man who turned up to last month's event. I said he'd not think the regulars would be quite up to his usual standard, and we wouldn't see him again. [info]triomakesmehot and [info]aka_kelly thought we might be more his type than we realised, and that he'd be back this month. I'm not saying I like being right in this instance, but ladies I'm afraid the fact is I was right, you were wrong. He didn't show.

Obviously it goes without saying that those of us who did turn up have much better personalities and had a lovely time. We are beautiful, no matter what they say.¹

¹actual beauty may differ from that advertised, please see Terms and Conditions.
Sep. 22nd, 2009 @ 02:22 pm Gratuitous Gregg Lowe post
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So on my way out of the theatre after Lolita last night, who did I walk right past?

Why, it's big favourite Round These Parts, the actor Gregg Lowe! He was there with his Wolfboy co-star Paul Holowaty, and was wearing far too many clothes. Admittedly where young Mr Lowe's concerned any clothes at all are too many, but in this case there was even a woolly hat, which is overegging things a bit in September. Anyway don't worry, I managed not to hyperventilate or anything.
Sep. 20th, 2009 @ 06:36 pm I feel like Goth Chicken tonight
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Hey, Merlin's back for a second series. Last year we had to wait all 13 episodes for Arthur (Bradley James) to take his top off. This year we had to wait for Scene Two. I'm taking a wild guess the producers know their fanbase by now.


Spoilers for 'The Curse of Cornelius Sigan' )
Sep. 13th, 2009 @ 02:22 pm Not so Horrible
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I think we can all agree we should always make time for Neil Patrick Harris - not only does he seem to get hotter as he gets older, he's set a good precedent for gay American actors by becoming more successful after he came out than he was before. Hey, a photo!



But! This isn't just a gratuitous photo post, oh no. Because Dr Horrible's Sing-Along Blog has won an Emmy. Admittedly this shouldn't come as a huge surprise since it was no big secret that the category of "Best Short-format Live-Action Special Class" was pretty much made up just so Dr Horrible could win it¹ but even so, big yay! And at last Joss Whedon's got that Emmy he should have got years ago ("The Body" wuz robbed.)

¹as it was never shown on TV there wasn't a pre-existing category it qualified for
Sep. 7th, 2009 @ 10:58 pm Lust in translation
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It was gay bowling night tonight - I'd been particularly looking forward to it because what with not going into the office any more I'm a bit more starved for human company than usual. Now, I'm not saying OUT isn't the trendiest of gay social networking sites, but if anyone under 30 turns up to an event everyone gets a bit confused and doesn't know where to look. If anyone a bit too attractive shows up, we pretty much can't concentrate on anything else.

Which brings us to tonight, and an actual young person who not only has a pleasing face, but also a white T-shirt under which there's yer actual pecs poking out. The fact that anyone managed to knock any pins over at all is nothing short of a miracle. Now you'd think a bit of eye-candy would be a plus, but oh no. This sort of thing puts us all into self-deprecating, or, to put it another way, honest mode. We normally eye up any cute boys on other lanes but then they're usually accompanied by a girlfriend so at the very least they're pretending to be straight. But this one turns up to yer actual gay event for gays. In other words he likes cock but he still wouldn't touch us with a ten-foot pole. *sigh*

Obviously, being mature adults we spent almost all our time not actually throwing a ball at some pins, unsubtly ogling the new guy (or the one-time-only guy, as we're unanimously sure now he's actually seen what everyone else looks like he won't be returning.) Not that he minded since he obviously knew he was good-looking¹ and could frequently be seen posing. Yeah, don't think we didn't notice. And I'm sure he must have been MORTIFIED that he forgot to wear a belt so his jeans kept slipping down a bit. At different points both George and Ian tried to defuse the sexual tension by saying anyone that goood-looking has to have an awful personality, which I fail to see the relevance of. I mean, it's not like my thoughts at the time were of anything other than one interesting night, and maybe some photos for later. Even less successfully, George suggested he hadn't seen new guy's nipples poking through his shirt so maybe they were inverted. Which, (a) was blatantly untrue as he might as well have been rubbing ice cubes on them and (b) IS HE SAYING THERE'S SOMETHING WRONG WITH SLIGHTLY OUT-OF-THE ORDINARY NIPPLES? Like, if someone had nipples that didn't exactly match each other? For instance, if a former shag had once said "did you used to have a piercing in that nipple that got ripped out?" NO THAT'S JUST WHAT MY NIPPLE LOOKS LIKE THANKYOUVERYMUCH² I mean I'm just throwing examples out here.

I think I may have hit on another stereotype of good-looking guys though, when new guy went to the loo (what do you mean was I watching?) and suddenly paused outside the gents for a few seconds before going in. I surmised that maybe he was having trouble reading the sign that said "boys" and as such fitted into the "fit-but-stupid" category. Sadly this once again wouldn't have been much of a problem for what we all had in mind. Still, before he went off into the night, unlikely to ever be seen again, I checked his bowling score and I'd done better than him. Ha, pwned, and so on.

Where is this post going? To be honest I think I'm only writing this 'cause I think I can weave bits of it into some future writing at some point and I'll have it here in black and white to reference. OMIGOD I'VE FIGURED OUT EXACTLY WHERE IT FITS INTO MY PLAY! Yay - the positive side of sexual frustration.

And it could have all been so much worse: Jim wasn't there tonight, and while I normally like having someone around who's as dirty-minded as I am, his incredibly specific descriptions of what he'd like to find in the new guy's pants might have been a bit too much under the circumstances.

¹I'm not sure why good-looking people knowing they're good-looking is always considered to be a bad thing. I mean, I'm assuming he's had access to a mirror at some point in his life. If he's good-looking and doesn't know it he's probably got some body dysmorphic issue and should seek psychiatric help.

²It could be worse. When I first slept with one of my exes, I spent some time telling myself "don't mention that zit on his chest, don't mention that zit on his chest" and later he said "thanks for not mentioning my third nipple."
Aug. 4th, 2009 @ 11:06 pm Theatre review: What's Wrong With Angry?
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Patrick Wilde's 1992 play (later filmed as Get Real) was pretty groundbreaking, mainly because of the lead character of Steven (Oliver Jack) who defies the stereotype of teenage gay characters by being more than just comfortable with his sexuality: He's perfectly happy with being gay and able to write off the bullying he receives at school as just a downside to something he otherwise embraces. In fact his only problem with being gay is that everyone around him, from his parents to his sort-of boyfriend, seem determined to make a big drama out of it when he'd much rather be getting on with his life.

This revival, directed by Wilde himself, has been mauled by the critics, which I only found partly justified. One criticism I don't get at all is that the play has dated badly. In fact it's been marketed as a period piece and is very clearly set in the early '90s, with the gay age of consent still at 21 and Section 28* very much in evidence. One thing that might have been best edited out are the preachy bits of narration by Steven's gay teacher Simon, as the play dies on its arse every time he gets up to speak. Although I may be judging the writing on Nic Gilder's astonishingly bad performance.


Fortunately Oliver Jack (in the middle) as Steven is much better - he takes a while to get going but builds into a powerhouse performance. Oh and he's very pretty in case you hadn't noticed. Charlotte Deans as his fat best friend Linda is also good (although as Deans herself isn't actually overweight, I was never clear whether there was a point being made about unrealistic expectations of women's figures, or whether it was just odd casting.) But they're not backed up too well by a very amateurish supporting cast - Gilder's the worst offender but Christopher Birks as John, not able to accept his sexuality in the same way as Steven, resorts to a lot of face-pulling and fist-clenching, while Ian Houghton as the headmaster is cringingly panto. Generally it's the older cast members who let the side down, as the supporting "students" get into the spirit of things a lot better. And Tom Millen (on the right in the photo) is also nice to look at so I was disappointed he didn't get more to do.

So it's a bit of a mixed bag; the play itself is still involving and an important record of how things were different even in such recent history, but the production doesn't live up to the play's potential. What's Wrong With Angry? by Patrick Wilde is booking until the 15th of August at the King's Head Theatre.

*Americans and other aliens would be better off Googling for more on Section 28 as they'll get a better description than I can give, but in essence it was a homophobic piece of legislation introduced in the '80s that forbade the "promotion" of homosexuality in schools. So vaguely worded was it that teachers felt in fear of losing their jobs if they even discussed the subject, meaning they were powerless to intervene if a student was having problems related to their sexuality.
Jul. 14th, 2009 @ 09:35 pm IT'S STRANGELY HYPNOTIC!
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Believe it or not I still haven't figured out when or where I'm going to see Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince. Apparently Vue cinemas are doing "adults-only" showings which would solve my problem of dreading the screaming kids, but there isn't actually a Vue near me (and they don't seem to have said when the screenings are anyway.) If I didn't have so much going on elsewhere I'm sure I'd have my ticket booked already - after all, as if I didn't have quite enough reasons for wanting to see the film already, now there's also...



Freddie Stroma, who plays Cormac. Cough, splutter. Now, everyone's probably seen this clip already but despite the fact that it's eight minutes of awkward dancing I... Just.. Can't... Seem to... Look away...
May. 10th, 2009 @ 05:29 pm Feared by the bad, loved by the good
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It's been ages since I did a post featuring rudery, so I'm probably safe to do another one without too many accusations that this blog is only about naked men. Besides, it's probably rude of me to mention all those naked men onstage that most readers won't get to see, if I don't at least share when the nakedness is in pictures what I found on FMF And That.

Anyway, I remember spotting Jonas Armstrong back when he was a recurring guest star on Teachers, as the student Penny was having an affair with. There was a frustratingly distant shot of him in a towel, as I recall. So I was a bit excited when he was announced as the lead in the BBC's Robin Hood¹. Three series later the attraction has waned a bit, largely due to the fact that the aforementioned Robin Hood is, well, shit. (And yet it's had three series already, and presumably a fourth is planned since there's a lot of talk about how they'll replace Armstrong when he leaves at the end of the current run.) Having said that, I still watch it most weeks, glutton for punishment that I am (and because when the competition's Primeval, it suddenly seems a more attractive prospect.) So what's Jonas done to get back into my affections? Well getting naked in a film version of Clive Barker's Books of Blood won't hurt.

In rather typical Clive Barker fashion, he seems to have spun an entire film out of the prologue to the books. As an aside, I once did an extract from the Books of Blood in the Forensics Tournament² at school. Having done it for a few years and working out we had no chance because the two big schools' judges gave each other all the points so they'd share the prizes at the end³, in my last year I decided to just have a laugh and fuck with them. So for my dramatic reading I did an extract from the short story "Dread" - the one about the insane clown who axe-murders a baddie with a phobia of WOULDN'TYAKNOWIT? axe-wielding clowns. Is it my fault the scary bits were delivered with me staring directly into the judges' eyes? We just so happened to have rehearsed it that way.

Where was I? Oh yes, the bit you all clicked on before reading the above paragraph (assuming you bothered to go back to it - hey, rare insight into my slightly odd adolescence there, don't complain) because I promised Jonas Armstrong-related NSFW rudery )

¹Americans and other aliens may know him from this series, if you get BBC America or whatever channel shows it where you are

²For a change, something the people on this side of the pond will need more of an explanation of than the Americans, since it's something that seemed to originate there. No, it doesn't involve schoolkids solving murders. It's an inter-school competition with categories like debate, improvisation, short drama scenes etc.

³We used to get the scoresheets back at the end, and in my first year one judge's entire commentary on my rehearsed reading was "mood story." Lazy fuckers.
Feb. 4th, 2009 @ 07:38 pm Gratuitous Matthew Mitcham post
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Oh well, at least I'm easy to cheer up: The Only Out Gay Man At The 2008 OlympicsTM, Matthew Mitcham, remains hawt and prone to having all his clothes fall off.

A couple more )

Sadly it seems a gold medal still isn't enough for him to get endorsements, which I'm sure has nothing to do with his sexuality etc etc.

On the plus side, by all accounts his boyfriend isn't much to look at. Which gives hope to us all...
Jan. 24th, 2009 @ 12:02 pm Eel meet again
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Well, as I predicted, Ben Adams was the first out in last night's Celebrity Big Brother final - but from then on, things got a bit... weird. If you ever needed proof that the producers had it in for the lovely Ben, try this: They only showed topless shots of him after he'd been evicted.




Yes, his nipples are a bit oddly-placed. According to [info]drunkendeadcat, Ben himself explained this as being a result of him losing all that weight, but I must have missed that bit.

After that though, things went a bit unpredictable: Next out was Verne Troyer, the hot favourite since Day 1, followed by Coolio (phew - I do hate to see this show won by someone who actually wants to.) Leaving Terry Christian to come second, and rather implausibly, Ulrika (even she screamed "it's a fix" after the announcement) to win. And there we have it: The whole series was so dull I didn't even have to struggle to fulfil my "song titles replaced by a fish" post title remit, because I posted about it so little I only needed the four ideas I'd come up with at the start. And then, right at the end, it became the most bizarre CBB not to feature comedy racism. It also meant - yay! - I won the lowculture sweepstake. Which was sadly more anticlimactic than it should have been, because when I was randomly allocated Ulrika I pretty much forgot about the sweepy, assuming she'd be out first and it would be a moot point.

We had the show's winner being roundly booed on the way out of the house, and then on Big Brother's Big Mouth afterwards things looked like they were actually going to get violent between the ex-housemates, host Jack Whitehall looking like he was about to shit himself. (When I was having dinner with Evil Alex before the theatre on Thursday, I saw Whitehall walk past outside the restaurant; I'm afraid I *would* but I'm not proud of it.) The best explanation I can come up with for Ulrika winning is that she was so hated before going in, the big homewrecking harlot, that even coming out of it as remotely likeable (which is about as much as I can say for her) was a gargantuan task worthy of votes. My sister, who actually spent money voting for Verne (some people never learn) responded with the following reasoned critique of my theory: "Bollocks."

Since he didn't actually get to say much during the show itself, let's give Ben the last word:
Jan. 11th, 2009 @ 06:34 pm Theatre review: Fucking Men
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I know, with a title like Fucking Men you can't begin to imagine why I went to see this eh? Schnitzler's La Ronde has been adapted before, most famously as The Blue Room which got all the critics frothing about Nicole Kidman getting her baps out. Here American playwright Joe DiPietro applies the structure to ten gay men sleeping around - an escort picks up a closeted soldier, who later sleeps with a Grad Student, who sleeps with a college kid etc. The final man, a closeted journalist, eventually hires the escort at the end, and it becomes a circle of casual sex.

DiPietro says he wanted to write this because so many gay plays, even if they reflect a promiscuous lifestyle, seem to ultimately say that the best option is a monogamous relationship like a straight marriage, and he wanted to put the case forward that less monogamous options aren't necessarily a bad thing. To some extent he does show alternative family setups working - the closeted movie star's marriage to a woman survives even after he publicly comes out (though his career suffers;) the escort ends up happily together with the soldier while still turning tricks. Elsewhere though it's not quite like that, as the porn star wishes for a nice domestic setup, and roughly halfway through we have a couple who've been together for 11 years but sleep with other people: One does so enthusiastically, and breaks the couple's rule that they never see the same person twice by setting up the porn star in a flat so he can regularly visit him; the other seems to be sleeping around just to even the score, and it's the latter who's the more sympathetic character. Ultimately I think it works that DiPietro balances out his play with the opposing argument, so it doesn't come across as him blindly arguing that sleeping around is the best option for everyone.

The main reason to see this though is that it's very funny - most of the characters are likeable, and it's well acted by a mostly British cast whose American accents are excellent (plus a couple of real Yanks.) I loved a running gag where the camp college student's (James Kristian) claims to be bisexual were met with just the tiniest snigger. Directors Phil Wilmott and Sam Miller keep the action moving quickly and fluidly, and it's an engaging 90 minutes. With that title you might expect a scrolling!nudity alert, but this is about the men's interactions before or after sex, with the "action" happening backstage. There's plenty of eye-candy though, often partially dressed, so it's not a disappointment on shallow grounds either. Matthew Clancy as the soldier, Adam Unze as the porn star, and Nicholas Keith as the Hollywood actor particularly caught my eye.


Keith drew an actual gasp from the audience when he walked onstage in just a towel, while Unze gives one of the best performances of the night - his delivery of the line "I did something to his balls with my tongue, and it won an award" was my favourite line of the play. Well worth seeing.

Fucking Men by Joe DiPietro is booking until the 25th of January at the King's Head, Islington.
Jan. 2nd, 2009 @ 11:00 pm Hake On Me
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It's been a couple of years since I last followed Big Brother. The few people reading who were around then may recall I like to give my post titles a random theme throughout the series, and this time around it's... *drum roll* Song titles with one word replaced by a type of fish. Yes, well spotted, I am going to run out of ideas on that front very quickly, but if past years are anything to go by it's not like I'm actually going to keep watching for very long, so I won't need that many.

It's two years since the last Celebrity Big Brother, a delay that may or may not have something to do with the fact that the last time this show was on it caused an international incident thanks to a load of old racism. Obviously learning their lesson, the producers have decided to put in a topless model with firmly-held right wing views. Oh.

Frankly, I only watched the launch show because it's traditional for me and [info]aka_kelly to chat online and slag them all off, and since the non-celebrity version now starts on a Thursday when I'm at the theatre, we can't do it then. I don't particularly want to watch the rest of the series but I may have to keep an eye on it after all.

You know, I never really saw the appeal of Ben Adams in his A1 days, but since he's cut the silly curtain hair off and started going to the gym he's, shall we say, improved. It's a bit early for screencaps of the show to have surfaced but you'll have to take my word for it that I was slightly entranced by his cheekbones. Yes, A1 did do a cover of "Take On Me" which is where I got the idea for the title from, and now I'm stuck with it for any other posts I might do. And I know they were hardly Take That, but I'm not ashamed to say I think "Caught In The Middle" is fab.

I'm not going to run through everyone else who's in there because, frankly, it's not like I'll be looking at them while there's a prettier distraction, but I'm also interested in the presence of Tina Malone, aka Mimi from Shameless. It's a shame most of the people in the house probably won't have seen the show, because if I was in there and Mimi walked in I'd spend the rest of the time cowering under a bed. For Americans and other aliens unfamiliar with Shameless, Malone describes her character as "Tony Soprano in a dress," which is to downplay how fucking scary (while simultaneously awesome) she is. Evidently the Jackson family don't talk to each other, because LaToya's in there - Jermaine obviously didn't warn her against it after appearing in the last series. There's a Scottish politician nobody South of the Border's heard of, but from the sounds of it everyone North of the Border thinks he's a homophobic cuntbiscuit, so it's a bit weird there isn't A Gay in there to clash with him (unless Ben would like to surprise us - please?) Verne Troyer's in there and already massively popular with the audience; if the stuff I've heard about Mini-Me's other reality TV appearances is true, that won't last. And there's Coolio, who's gone straight onto my hate pile, not just for the "I'm definitely going to win" bollocks but mainly for the creepy little grunt he made when he hugged Mutya Buena, which made me sick in my mouth a bit. Weirdest participant has to be Ulrika Johnson - weird only because, like the rest of the world, I thought surely she'd already done this show? She's done everything else. And everyone else. When she walked into the house, those men who knew who she was wilted with terror at the prospect of waking up in the morning with her sitting on their face. Probably.

Er. There's some other people in there as well, and I've probably missed out whoever will end up being the big controversial whosit, but hey ho. All you really need to know is some semi-famous people done gone into a big TV studio, and one of them really should remove all his clothing post haste. That's what we care about round here, right?
Jan. 1st, 2009 @ 03:55 pm Tumbleweed
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Happy New Year, three people! Actually three may be a bit optimistic because at the moment "The Internet" seems to be like pretty much everywhere else, i.e. a ghost town. Is it always like this on New Year's Day, and the only reason I noticed this time is that I'm not drinking any more? I had to do my weekly shop and I've never seen Sainsbury's so empty. It's a shame I've had one of those headaches all day that you get when you've slept a bit too long and too heavily, because if I'd been feeling all sprightly and shiny I'd have probably quite enjoyed being the only person there not to have a hangover. As it is, I probably looked as dishevelled and grumpy as everyone else.

I'd have quite liked to just stay indoors all day but the fresh air probably did me good, and besides I was all out of food. At the moment the main thing that remains of the cold I had over Christmas is that I'm constantly hungry. [info]dave_rc informs me that "feed a cold, starve a fever" is a myth, but the message obviously hasn't got through to my stomach, which is insisting on constant refuelling. Once I finally shift the dregs of this bug I'll have to worry about getting rid of that weight I lost a couple of months ago, and have probably put right back on now.

Back at work tomorrow, but at least it's only one day before the weekend. Then the long stretch ahead of January that always looks like a bit of a wasteland after XmasTM and New Year. It's not looking too terrifying this year though because I've taken advantage of Get Into London Theatre to such a ridiculous degree that some weeks in January and February have 3 (three!) trips in them. My first of 2009 will be with [info]vanessaw to see Wig Out! on Monday.

I've never been one for the January sales, but sitting in front of "The Internet" on some of the quieter days between the holidays at work meant I've gone a bit nuts in the Amazon DVD sale. Some of the offers were great though - 5 seasons of Peep Show for £16? The whole of Bagpuss for under 3 quid? Seriously, the latter is going to be my sole viewing next time I'm ill, can you imagine anything more soothing? Mainly though I think I'll be stockpiling the disks for when there's nothing on TV. So far Peep Show has arrived, along with Russell Howard's standup show. I watched the latter last night, and am still not sure about the big question, namely is he actually funny or do I just fancy him? I mean, I think he's very funny but readers of this blog will probably be aware that the chances of someone's looks clouding my judgement are rather high.



Actually I'm a bit surprised how many people are crazy about him - I mean, "traditionally good-looking but with a few obvious physical flaws" is so my thing, but I figured most other people would be put off by him being cross-eyed with dodgy teeth. I obviously figured wrong though, I mean he recently played Wembley - if in the 1990s comedy was the new rock'n'roll, in the noughties it's the new boybands. A fact which the DVD filmmakers might have done a better job of concealing, since constant cuts into the audience where young girls are clearly moist around the gusset and a bit hysterical don't entirely convince you it's all about the talent. It does make for a slightly different feel to yer standup comedy though, because although a lot of comedians do routines of the "my poor girlfriend walked in and I was naked on the bed with an erection, covered in yoghurt" variety, not everyone gets that wistful pause from the audience as they happily picture the scene. I wonder what his brother looks like? This is in no way related to a routine about the unfortunate circumstances in which Russell discovered his brother's got a bigger cock than him.

Well this has been a long and meandering post hasn't it? Probably a sign of things to come. I do feel like I should give good value in the first post of the year, despite the fact that the net is clearly devoid of anyone to actually read it, so this time around I just chucked a bit of everything in. Last year I did some weird stuff about numbers. If anyone's interested, I'm slightly trepidatious about 2009 - where 2008 felt kind of solid and dependable, we're back in the odd numbers (which I do prefer, but 9 isn't a particular favourite) so this year feels like it could be a bit more exciting, although I'm nervous about whether that'll be in a good or bad way. No, rational reactions to life aren't my strongest point, are they?
Dec. 31st, 2008 @ 05:31 pm 2008: The year in nipples
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Only a few hours left in 2008 and I still haven't done a totty review of the year. Although this won't take too long, most of the eye candy we've been gazing upon in 2008 was already popular Round These Parts so they've not left much room for newbies. People like Prince Harry, who we haven't seen round here for a while, but who's been on the beach this week, so any excuse. At the moment he's wearing his post-Christmas tummy well, but the signs are there sadly that the curse of his family's looks will catch up with him sooner or later.

And he'll probably be the last ever attractive Royal, because yes, he might pass the cute genes on to his kids but by the same token if he breeds with Chelsy they could inherit her snout nose, in which case it's probably just as well they're unlikely to ever end up on money.

Some more people who haven't exactly been ugly in 2008 )
Dec. 16th, 2008 @ 08:18 pm Hollybloke
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Hmmm. I did say, didn't I, that once Junade Khan (Ash) had done the obligatory kit-off scene my days of Hollyoaks-watching and -recording¹ would be over. So:


Oh.


Er...


Yes, well, maybe I'll keep watching just a little bit longer...

¹how are you getting on with watching the old episodes anyway, [info]triomakesmehot? Have you got to That Thing That'll Really Upset You And Which I'm Going To Stop Being Cautious About Mentioning Soon 'Cause It Was Bloody Months Ago yet?
Nov. 26th, 2008 @ 01:45 pm Damn you, Hollyoaks!
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Oh so that's how it's going to be, is it? Since Lovely Lovely James Sutton left, Hollyoaks has been going out of its way to actually be as rubbish as everyone expects it to be. So I figured after this week's late-night specials (detailed review so far: A bit shit) I'd just give up on it. And then they have Ravi's brother Ash (Junade Khan) turn up. This is the only photo I could find when I googled, you just have to imagine him with better hair.



Dammit! Now I have to wait at least until he gets his shirt off, and that could be ages. Bastards.
Sep. 23rd, 2008 @ 08:28 pm A little bit of what Hugh Dancy does you good
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I don't do a blog post about every bloke I fancy, or I'd never be off the computer. As a result I may never have mentioned Hugh Dancy on here before. His cover shoot for the new Vogue Hommes magazine, however, leaves me with no choice:



*cough* *splutter* It's the teasy hand sliding his boxers off that does all sorts of things to me, none of them PG rated. And remember, this is the photo on the cover - I predict a number of people having a little accident in the newsagent's. He's kinda channelling Will Young in some of these, non? I hadn't noticed the resemblance before.

A couple more pics )
Aug. 29th, 2008 @ 09:57 pm Elephant in the room
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The three people reading this regularly probably noticed that I never mentioned the Olympics this year; well I reckon I'll get all the Olympics I could want in four years' time when they're down the road from me. This doesn't mean I haven't been aware of the major stories, like the fact that Team GB had its best results for 100 years. Or that all news sources around the world have medal ranking tables that go by the amount of gold medals, then how many silver and bronze. Except for the US ones, which went by the total medal tally. By nothing more than freakish coincidence, the latter method put the US at the top of the board.

And of course, being of a bit of a gay persuasion, I was aware of Matthew Mitcham, the Australian diver. There were, shall we say, "quite a few" people taking part in this event, yet there was only one openly gay man, and only a couple of out lesbians. Mitcham had previously left the sport due to problems with depression, but came back and - hurrah! - won gold. And plus also too he's hot and all kinds of adorable.



So he's a real role model for gay sportsmen, but this... this is a bit weird: NBC apologises for not mentioning Mitcham's sexuality on-air. Now even if I had been watching, obviously it wouldn't have been NBC's coverage, so maybe the American aliens round here who did can explain this. Because let's face it, normally you'd say that no, sexuality isn't a factor that makes a difference to sporting ability so there's no need to mention it. But the impression I get elsewhere on "the Internet" is that NBC's coverage focused a lot on the athletes' backgrounds and families, and providing a "human interest" angle. So in their coverage of Mitcham his sexuality became the elephant in the room that they avoided talking about at all costs. Again, I'm interested to hear if anyone actually saw this on NBC, because the way I hear it they even cut away from him celebrating his win by hugging his mother and his boyfriend. In which case the network is quite right to apologise, as it's not just a case of not mentioning something there was no need to mention. Besides which Mitcham is obviously making a bold move in being so open in what is clearly still a homophobic environment - again, out of all those male athletes, just one is out. FFS he's a diver, not exactly a sport famed for its rampant heterosexuality, but again, just the one guy. Brushing it under the carpet is to deprive sporty, gay American teenagers of someone who's actually willing to be that risky thing, a role model.

On the other hand, what does NBC's apology mean for the future? Will all gay sportsmen be introduced as such in all commentaries? My kneejerk reaction is to say that's wrong, but maybe it's how it should be, for now: After all, I'm sure when black sportsmen first played on the same teams as white sportsmen, it must have been remarked on all the time, until it became such an established thing it wasn't worth mentioning. So I guess if, at the risk of alienating those wealthy corporate sponsors, someone decides to be himself, then yes that's something people should know about. Especially when he demonstrates you can be gay and still be the best in the world at what you do.
Jul. 4th, 2008 @ 12:00 am Historic moment
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If [info]onigokko still frequented these parts, I'm sure he'd tell you that "History Boy" is, with perhaps one exception1 a synonym for "The Sex." While waiting outside the National tonight, I saw Alfred Molina walk in, which I thought would be a hard sleb spot to top. As it turns out, even if he'd been wearing his Doc Ock arms at the time2 he wouldn't have been the coolest sighting of the night: I done a wee next to a History Boy. No, not Russell Tovey (I don't think my blood pressure could have handled that.) It was Jamie Parker aka Scripps, aka the one with the really deep voice who does a lot of the narration, aka this one here:


He was sitting a couple of rows behind us to see Never So Good, in a white T-shirt, and was frankly Fit As. At the interval he walked out directly in front of me so I was able to ascertain he's roughly as tall as me, i.e. not very, and fairly stocky (in the good way, not the "I'm too polite to say 'fat'" way.) Now, you know me, I'll hold my hands up if I'm being a perv, but in this case I'll categorically say I did not deliberately follow him to the gents' (ask anyone who's been to the theatre with me, as soon as the lights go up I'm headed to the loo like a shot.) I'm not saying my choice of where to stand once I got there was entirely uninfluenced, mind. What? How dare you ask me that! How would I know what it looks like? I certainly did not Have A Look. Much.

Aaaanyway, afterwards when I was waiting for Christopher in the bar, he passed by me and I even got some eye contact. Which I'd like to think was us Having A Moment, but is more likely to have been him horribly nervous that I'd stalked him into the loo. Which I, like, totally didn't. Suffice it to say Jamie Parker's shot straight to #2 in the official list of History Boys I Would3.

(In case you were wondering: No, I can't believe some of the stuff I write up here and happily post in public either. And still I go on posting it.)

1apologies to James Corden but since half the country seems to be in love with him at the moment he can probably live with the fact that I'm not

2for the benefit of any readers who may currently be on drugs: No, he wasn't.

3well it'd take a lot more for him to displace The Tovey from #1. Of course, if Parker would like to do a lot more, I'm open to suggestions.
May. 20th, 2008 @ 11:09 pm Just checking, is all
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A couple of weeks ago I posted about some upcoming shows asking if anyone wanted to go along with me. One of them was Marguerite, the new not-quite-a-Boublil/Shönberg-musical, for which I didn't have any takers. I mean, I guess there's not really any particular reason anyone would want to go see this, right?



Nah, no reason at all.