Best Looking Reader 2007 update: There are some really good entries so far, but please send your pictures in still. One week left now. Get your friends to enter or sumfink, I dunno. Details HERE.
On Thursday evening after work I go to the gym with Scott and we do shoulders and abs and the following characters are there: a) the Eastern European guy, who I’m starting to get bored of, mainly because of his tired old vest that he tucks in and his small teeth and his nose which isn’t that great either, b) my new favourite guy who is completely ginger and has no body hair and glowing white skin and moderate muscle tone and fair, almost transparent eyelashes (and is straight) and c) my other favourite guy, the tall South African personal trainer, with the amazing calves, which I make a note to wank over later in the evening (also straight). However, I don’t have any time for this, I have to finish my workout and rush home to catch my favourite Greek sitcom, which starts at 1900.
You may remember I wrote about this sitcom recently, because this guy’s in it who blatantly can’t act (it’s mildly offensive, really) but is pretty hot. His name is Dimitris Vlahos. So this sitcom is new, we’ve only seen 4 episodes so far, and in every single episode they’ve found new ways to get him naked. Which is admirable. This time Dimitris loses his shirt twice. First, he’s boxing in the gym and it just gets too hot, too claustrophobic maybe, and he just has to take his top off. The second time the storyline is even more implausible; actually there isn’t one. He’s just in his bedroom with his 10-year old brother who’s playing a video game and our guy is just wearing his underwear. Why he needs to be sitting in his room wearing just his pants right next to his little brother, that I don’t know. I do know that he then gets a visitor (a friend from college) and rushes to put on his clothes – cue fast paced muscle flexing whilst getting dressed.
Incidentally, the little brother is pasty and fat and I can’t be 100% sure of this, but I predict combined eating disorders / steroid abuse / sunbed-induced skin cancer by the time he’s 13 if he continues to have shirtless scenes with his TV brother (unless he’s completely unaffected and has immensely strong will power, which, judging by his waistline, he doesn’t). Here are some new pictures (from last week’s shirtless scenes), which reveal to us that maybe eating disorders / steroid abuse / sunbed-induced skin cancer aren’t so bad after all.
(Click for large even though I'm warning you, he is suffereing from Greek nose syndrome).
On Friday morning for work, I’m wearing a pair of Energie jeans, Timberland loafers (no socks), two polo shirts in layers (green Abercrombie & Fitch over pink American Apparel one) with collars up and a Gucci watch. When I email Matty and it turns out he’s also wearing loafers and a polo shirt (blue), we decide that we should have dinner together. More specifically the following email exchange occurs:
Matty: So what can we do?
Me: I don’t know but I’m wearing pink and green (two polo shirts on top of each other) and loafers, so I’m ready for anything.
Matty: I’ve got loafers too and have plumped for the single blue polo shirt as it’s still quite mild I think. Where would appreciate our 3 polo shirts and 4 loafers?
Me: I think at some post-lacrosse game drinks on campus just outside Boston, New England, but we might have to find somewhere closer. How about we go and get something to eat. I see a river in there somewhere too.
Matty: Tis where we belong. Somewhere near a river. Let’s start by narrowing it down to the Thames.
Me: OK, let’s do that. Would you be able to go online and find and choose a particular restaurant where you’d like to go? Don’t forget The River of course. I would also like some foliage if possible (i.e. somewhere with trees).
Matty: I KNOW WHAT FOLIAGE IS!!!!
I will have to finish this story later, because the rest hasn’t happened yet. Maybe tomorrow.
Anyway, before we go, here’s some more visual stimulation. First, here is a mock coat of arms that a very kind reader designed for me. This reader goes under the name trybaby. Obviously he put a lot of effort into this, so I wanted to thank him very much. I think the idea is that the coat of arms encompasses my Athenian heritage, my current British nationality and my life philosophy, which I submitted myself (NUSQUAM EST VERE MAXIMUM). If you can call “life philosophy” the idea that everything is insignificant and nothing really matters; that’s the best I could come up with so shut up. At least I stuck it in a Latin translator and now nobody knows what it means at first sight, so that makes it instantly more credible. Here is the final result:
Finally, this is something that I hadn’t mentioned before, but my family back in Greece actually has an official coat of arms. Well that’s what the family history book tells us anyway, it will probably turn out that it’s a stupid drawing that my Dad made with his crayons when he was in nursery school. Not that they had nursery schools in rural Greece in the 1940s where my Dad grew up, but anyway. The history book says that this was awarded to some ancestor of mine back in the 12th century by the country of England actually. Where I now live – what a great coincidence. Once again, I am just writing what I remember reading my family history book, and the last time I laid hands on that was probably 12 years ago so I’m making up the details as I’m going along.
Anyway, here’s a picture of this – I had to block out part of it because it shows my Greek family name. Hmm…which reminds me that I’ve now changed that and have a new surname, so does that mean that I’ve given up claim to my coat of arms? I will NOT like that. Anyway, if anyone has any coat of arms info and what is all means please forward it to me – I know I could look it up on Wikipedia, but I like to give out tasks for people to do.
PS. The picture is crap because I took a photo of the actual frame I have in my living room and you can see the reflection on the glass.
I have 13 songs by Dubstar and I've played them 163 times
I have 14 songs by Duran Duran and I've played them 55 times
I have 3 songs by Dusty Springfield and I've played them 9 times