I’ve been horrific with my baby blogstiklez. I’m back. LET’S DO THIS. There’s a few things that need to be addressed:
1. Michael Jackson.
I still cannot get over this. At all. I don’t care how much of a sad-act this makes me. I’ve not found any of the post-death jokes funny either. Let the guy be, geeze.
Nobody can deny how phenomenal he was. You all had a favourite MJ song, and I bet all of you have a memory involving some of his music.
What made his death all the more poignant and weird for me though, is how much it reflects all that is bad about modern-day media. I found out about the King of Pop’s death over Twitter. To me it just felt a bit wrong. It’s just too easy to know everything about everyone, everywhere.
And what happens when he dies? Does the person leaking the story dial BBC news? CNN? Nope. The first thing he thinks is ‘how can I make some money here? Somebody famous is dead, and I can make some money out of it’. So he calls TMZ. A notorious and intrusive celebrity gossip website. Nice. Really. No thought for the dead man, or his family, or anyone else.
Sometimes I think we do just know too much. I can be a sucker for celeb gossip as much as the next person, but this is crossing a line.
Imagine when Elvis died. People simply had to wait. You can imagine families huddled around the TV set, and suddenly, there’s that headline: ‘Elvis is Dead’. To me that seems a little more respectful. A little less intrusive.
ANYWAY. Keep on slidin’ MJ.
2. Childhood Crushes.
I always knew that I was a childhood pervert, and had the hots for a variety of unusual men/fictional characters (by that I mean most fully grown women wouldn’t like them, let alone a small child). It wasn’t until the other day that I ran through the list and realised what a serious little creep I really was. I’ll entertain you with a list:
Jerry Lewis.
Literally I was in love. Particularly as his role playing Buddy Love in The Nutty Professor. Oh my good God. I think it was a combination of the utter sleeziness, the greasiness and the mind-blowing suits he wears throughout the film. If you haven’t watched this, please do. It pisses all over the remake. Jerry Lewis is a genius.
Rik Mayall.
Particularly in Drop Dead Fred. I love that film. Hunk.
Tim Curry (aka The Devil)
Now, this is where I start to fear myself a little bit. It is a Legend-specific crush. In everything else he’s not my kind of thing. Maybe it has something to do with my secret love for Lucifer (I have reoccurring dreams that I am in love with him). I don’t know. Maybe I’m just a little psychotic. I used to be horribly jealous of the girl when she turns bad and has a fabulous black outfit on, and he wants her. Ech. Whaddaslag.
Alan Rickman.
It’s that voice. Beauteous. The love stemmed from Truly Madly Deeply. It was my favourite film when I was about 6 (yes I was far too old for my years – poor freak). I was won over by the Bach duet. If you haven’t seen this film…GO!
Christopher Reeve.
Specifically as Clark Kent. I don’t actually remember watching him in anything else. I would dream that he’d fly through my window (in Clark Kent form) and fly me through space. Yep. (Starts downloading all the Superman films..)
That will do for now. Yikes.
3. British Weather.
Oh my actual God. Could the weather get any worse? I am a total sun baby, so it’s really killing me. I was in Portugal a few weeks ago, and the weather was epic. Wall to wall sunshine until about 9pm. In the 30s. Nice pool to dip in if you get too hot (and boy did I). I wish I was back there. I’m sick of rain.
Why can’t the UK just have proper seasons? Balmy sunny Summers. Fresh Springs. Crisp Autumns. Snowy Winters. Nah. We have drizzly grey. All year round. Grey. How inspiring.
Go ahead and Google ‘British weather’. We’re the laughing stock of the world. Boo.
4. An amazing cover song.
I think this is a phenomenal cover. Beats the original. I love you Antony.
