I have
just seen a piece about the actor Brad Pitt on the TV. He was
described as a 'heart throb' and the female presenter blushed at the
mention of his name. Either that, or she had run out of hormone
tablets!
Now I'm
sure that he's a nice guy and could have his pick of women to play
'hide the sausage 'with, but is he really any better looking than most
Hollywood actors? This also goes for Tom Cruise and Johnny Depp. I
know someone who really has the hots for the latter, and she should know
better! But who said that that these guys are the hottest men around?
Did they have to sit a test to get the position? I might apply if
you do. I, like them, am not in the first flush of youth. I do
resemble something you would flush, though. I was once told that I was
cute by a girl back in 1979! I remember the night well, it cost me
£20 and a course of antibiotics! Could I use this on my CV, to become
Yorkshire's heart throb?
What
does the job entail? Is it just appearing in crap films and looking
gorgeous? I could easily appear in crap films. Who are the judges
that I would have to bribe, sorry, please, to get the position? When
I became the poet Laureate for Calderdale, a title I've not had
chance to abuse yet. I received a lovely glass trophy: would I get
something like this to say that I'm an official heart throb?
Have
you noticed that when the title 'heart throb' is mentioned, girls no
longer are said to 'swoon' - they now get the 'hots'. Most women of my age
get the 'hots', but there are patches they can wear to cure this. This
is my check list to see if I'm eligible for the post.
All my
own hair, just about, tick.
All my
own teeth, except one, tick.
Six Pack, chilling nicely in the fridge, tick
Not yet
incontinent, tick.
Don't
wear jeans with elasticated waists, tick.
Know
more than two words with more than two syllables, tick.
Doesn't
get drunk and make a fool of himself, X. Fail!
I
wonder what score you need to pass?
If you
are serious about your profession, I'm sure no matter what sex you are,
it must be quite annoying if people just go on about how you look all
the time. People do this with me, but for all the wrong reasons! But
when you see young women going on about being taken seriously, when
they have two bouncy castles implanted in their chest, and enough
Botox to paralyse a hippo in their face, you don't immediately feel
much sympathy. They have to remember that looks do fade in time. I
can testify to that! You have to have more if you are to survive in
such a shark-infested industry as the films and TV.
I have
to admit that I don't think that I have ever watched a film featuring any of
the above actors. I'm not being a smartarse about them or their work,
it's just that I don't watch films. The last film I went to the movies
to watch was Men in Black 1. I only went to watch that because I was
working (not one of my harder jobs admittedly).
I had a
chat with a friend recently about heroes and villains and we both
agreed that it's quite boring just having the good looking peeps as
the lead in films and literature (although she's got the 'hots' for
Johnny Depp!)
Take
Quasimodo from The Hunchback of Notre Dame. Victor Hugo could have
easily had him as the romantic lead, which he was, in effect. But they
wouldn't let him get the girl. Why? Imperfections can be sexy - I tell
myself this each day. If Quasi had a slight hump, a muscular body and
a scarred face, he could have been seen as a heart throb. Remember the phantom in The
Phantom of the Opera was supposed to be a villain, but now he's
regarded as sexy (he's not my type, though!)
So I
would like to put myself forward as a heart throb. It will make a
change from my heart throbbing due to over-indulgence. I'm willing to
appear in crap films and have women have hot flushes over me. I'm
more Quasimodo than Tom Cruise though, but I can ring quite a mean
bell! So, can you send me the registration form so that I can sign up
for the post? And don't worry, I wont be the aloof type of heart throb
that gives the impression that you can look but not touch, I'm far too
needy for all that!
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