After many many weeks of proudly boasting that I’m finding it highly impossible to be sick, despite the opportunity presenting itself through really sick friends, colleagues and others who are closer [namely, The Blokey], I have finally given in and allowed my head to become fuzzy, my eyesight blurry, my nose runny, my wisdom tooth area inflamed [again, but heck, I can’t think of anything worse than having it removed], my voice husky [which is better than yesterday when I sounded like Lennie the Lamb (allegedly)] and my limbs weak.
Damn that Actimel.
I’d like to be curled up in bed, sleeping, dreaming odd dreams that make no sense and are never remembered, but sleep seems to make me feel worse. So instead I’m tippy-tappying away on here, trying to work out if it’s iTunes that is making my computer play silly beggars, and searching for things to cheer me up.
Speaking of things that cheer me up …. I have a terrible confession to make. It seems that the days of falling for the Bad Boys are well and truly behind me and I’m finally Officially Grow’d Up. I have fallen in
love lust with a man who I could take home to Mumsy.
Excuse me, I need a tissue.
So, obviously The Blokey is someone who I could take home, and indeed did. But The Blokey is ‘real’ and my lust for ‘real’ men has never disappointed anyone [not since I turned twenty-seven anyway]. My lust for Bad Boys [whether in existence, dead or just fictional] from the Hall of Bad Boy Fame though is something that has continued in a teenage-like way, ever since beginning with Sid Vicious when I was a mere sixteen years old.
A few weeks ago we were sitting watching Dragons’ Den and the camera panned across to Richard Farleigh. I’d never really taken a great interest in him before, partly because he was blond and I just don’t ‘do’ blond men. No, I tell a lie, I think I kissed a blond boy when I was fourteen, but since then, nope, never. Not blond blond anyways. Mousy maybe. But I digress. So, the camera panned to him and, with no warning, my heart skipped a beat and I could see him with no top on lying on top of me. Wow. I’m not sure that I’ve ever experienced something so visual.
WTF?! I was sitting with The Blokey for goodness sake!
Since then I haven’t been able to watch him on the tellybox without getting all flustered. It’s his chiseled cheekbones, his cute pointy nose, his Australian accent, the way he runs his hand through his hair … *swoon*.
The Blokey finds it hilarious. He does an amazing impression of Richard running his hand through his hair. And together we ‘boo’ Peter Jones, for he always goes against Richard. Grrr … It’s probably a good thing that this Wednesday sees the final Dragons’ Den of the series because I’m not sure how much longer The Blokey can put up with me moaning in happiness every single time Richard comes on screen.
Still, I have to put up with signed pictures of a semi-clad Kylie every day, so fair’s fair, eh?
please God bless Richard Farleigh xxx Elsabeth