This was the sight that greeted me as I waited for la morning java jolt.
Gross. Does this dude really think we want to share his tootsie sweat? As if forcing us to look at him inside corporate walls in his cripes-I’m-middle-aged-I’ll-take-up-cycling-rather-than-buy-a-sportscar knicks wasn’t bad enough. No, we also have to look at (and sniff) his stockinged feet.
In La viewalista, this does little to burnish the already less-than-sparkly reputation of Wide Brown Land menfolk as beacons of class and discernment.
Last night, the Triv Media Control Console directed the bank of mulitscreens to flicker onto Channel 9’s new home-grown drama, House Husbands. Not bad.
However, what struck La most was who the hell Rhys Muldoon is looking scarily like these days. Los cogs of la brain spluttered and creaked — and then — pling.
Man, I’m good.
House Husbands also stars La old friend, Julia Morris. Julia and I went to school together at St Joseph’s, East Gosford, back in La day. I was in Year 7, she was in Year 10, and it was L-O-V-E love. I even tried to walk like her. The height of my girl crush was watching her play Frenchie in the joint production of Grease with the St Eddie’s boys.
Why did she do all those dire years in TV sketch comedy and wait so long to take on a dramatic role? She’s great on HH, where she plays the wife of dodgy old Gary Sweet. Bet he longs for his Bodyline days.
Ah well, old age happens to La best of us, non?
But to fight it, I’m headed out with some ladyfolk tonight. Look at my amazing Marc by Marc Jacobs clutch.
GOTCHA! It’s not a clutch, it’s a make-up bag! Can you believe the lining of something so stylish is destined to bear foundation and mascara streaks? It was a present from my friend Yankee Doodle. She gives great gift, that Miss Doodle.
Today I am wearing a dress that teeters dangerously close to nightie territory. In fact, after a sustained period of EWIW (eating whatever I want), there’s a lot of reaching for the stretchy and the waistless going on in La Closetta. This must stop.
Thus the return of la salad days and la walking. There’s nowt else for it, apparently.
MAMILs – Middle Aged Men in Lycra
It’s horrifying and there ought to be some sort of cull.
We’re firm fans of Rhysie around these parts. He’s a hard-core Christian and we don’t even hold that against him. In fact, there’s a yelp of excitement when he’s on Play School – actually I let out an even louder lady yelp if Matt Passmore is at the helm. When it’s the Matt-and-Justine combo, Lady #1 informs me from the TV room: “It’s the A Team!”
Is he? Didn’t know that. Did you interview him for that story? I think he’s likeably daggy x
Delightfully daggy. Around here he will be forever loved for his rendition of the little-known Play School favourite, “Everybody Loves Fruit and Vegetables”. And yes, he was an interview candidate for that story, but back then his star wasn’t twinkling so bright. So glad that Rhysie’s career is enjoying a rebirth.
By the way, would have killed to have seen you snapping that sneaky pic of the sweaty-socked cyclist.
Me too! How did you do it La? Super clever camera skills.
I just held up the iDevice and snapped. I decided I would be happy to tell him why if he asked.
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