Monday, November 10, 2008

The Superhunks.

I know what 5X would tell me to do.

"I'm in a bind, I want to blog but I can't get the words."

"It's easy," he'd say. "Just rate the superhunks."

But I'm thinking no. In this time, in this moment, I'm just thinking that I've only ever referred to the man as 5X in this blog. In the outside, to his face, he's been called Sire, Melwith Lippe Swillager, Del and a cunt by many, many of the ladies of Naas. But foremost he's been called an awful man.

Only in Ireland could you be called an 'awful man' and take it as a compliment, because it's meant as such.

And I'm thinking that the rain outside is reflecting the current mood perfectly. It's all a bit drab, but that's how life seems after a wedding, a wedding where everything's heightened. You like people you normally decry, you toast with those that would usually make you swear. You take fancies at women because of the situation and too much champagne.

Meet them the next day and they're not a bit special, and neither are you because you're wearing that old t-shirt from two days ago. That same t-shirt caked in sweat from the mad rush to collect the suit and buy the card you almost forgot. That same suit you've worn eight or ten times. That illusion-giving suit that's now a crumpled mess on the bedroom floor with a stain that will never be identified.

And I'm thinking I'm going to be told to cheer the fuck up, but I'm thinking I really don't give a bollocks and, what's more, I'll start sentences with conjunctions if I want to.

But I probably will cheer the fuck up tomorrow.

Oh, and it's George Clooney for me.

6 comments:

Kath Lockett said...

Sorry Radge, it's always gonna be John Cusack. And yes, cheer the fuck up! At least you OWN a suit.

Susan said...

You're entitled to cheerlessness on a Monday, and a rainy Monday at that.

I'm intrigued about the stain, now. And suits are meant to be worn over and over, no worries...along as it's not Bertie-yellow.

I'll stay out of the Superhunk question, as my tastes in men seem very odd compared to other women's, and I don't see any attraction in Clooney et al at all.

Radge said...

Kath - this is a good point. And I'm a fan of High Fidelity. And with regard to your comment on my previous post, I'm noting that one down for the next wedding, dated January 31st 2009.

Susan - Not even just a little bit? He's very suave in Out Of Sight. I'd better stop now before the Gods of Gay take me as one of their own.

Terence McDanger said...

Was that Smiley Kev, yeah?

Radge said...

More of a Squirmy Kev on this occasion.

hope said...

Hmmm, I agree on the older, grayer version of George Clooney. kath, I'd also have John Cusack on a top 10 list. Never been a Brad Pitt kinda fan...like character actors better.

Radge, I'll call your misery and raise you one. It's sunny here but not internally. Root canal Thursday. Sunday filling in same tooth falls off, taking 1/3 of tooth with it. Back to dentist today. Sigh. Reminds me of an old t.v. show my Dad watched, which I hated called "Hee Haw". [Yep, country music and dumb blondes in short shorts, a teenage girl's nightmare]. There was a song that went, "Doom, despair and agony on me. Deep dark depression, excessive misery. If it weren't for bad luck, I'd have no luck at all. Doom, despair, and agony on me."

Feel free to sing it today...to your own tune. I shall tune in tomorrow to see if you survived Monday. ;)