Jun 04 2008
In Another Dimension With Voyeuristic Intentions
That young couple were sitting at the front of the bus again yesterday and I may need to correct my previous estimations of his age. I was reasonably confident that he was no more than 16 years of age as he fondled and fooled with his young future bridezilla, but I see that he has grown some facial hair since I last saw him. This patchwork of follicles make it very clear that he is far older and not a young teen at all. He’ll certainly have no problems getting served in the bars now. Twat!
Okay, I know I occasion a semi-beard and certainly went a year will a full grown bush on my face, but I’m confident I can pull it off. Why, oh why do people try to grow these things when all they are likely to achieve is something resembling Team America’s master of disguise, Gary. If you are going to look like your friends threw an open bottle of glue and a gerbil at you then this is not a look for you (although why someone might throw an open bottle of glue and a gerbil at you is beyond me. In fact, if you have friends who are likely to throw an open bottle of glue and a gerbil at you, then you may want to stop concentrating on growing a beard and focus on getting some new friends instead). Kids, bum fluff on your face does not make you look older, it does not make you look more mature, it does not give you an air of mystery. Kids, bum fluff on your face makes you look like you have bum fluff on your face. That’s it!
Anyway, on a different note, The Sugar Club are running the Rocky Horror Picture Show on Friday 13th and a friend of mine suggested we go. It’s a dressy-uppy thing, so Dublin City Centre may be invaded by suspender-wearing, fishnet-adorned, wig-wielding oddballs for a time(warp). It should be fun and I think a few of us will be going. Although, I suspect our group are more likely to be seen dressed as Brad or Janet rather than Frank or Magenta.
Never understood the whole rocky horror thing. Evil Dead now, that’s a different matter, I’d happily dress up as a character from that. I can see it now, sawn off shotgun in one hand, chainsaw stapped to my other arm, periodically saying “Groovy”, or possibly “Shop smart, shop S-mart!”
Almost everyone I know is prroposing to go to this! Darren, there’s no real fun unless you go as Frank….
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@ThriftC Right, I’ve put it off long enough – I’m going to have an Evil Dead marathon this weekend.
@Rick You’ll make a very fetching Rocky!!
I must say I’m with Thrifty, never quite saw the point except the cross-dressing bit which was still pretty startling when it was first put on in 1973 (I was around at the time). I saw it at the Grand Opera House in Belfast last year and there were plenty of ambiguous males having a whale of a time showing off their make-up and risque miniskirts (not me, I wasn’t quite that bold, darling). But the sci-fi horror stuff is all pretty formulaic.
As for beards, I had an enormous Lennon-style beard in the sixties but then decided clean-shaven was more hygienic/sexy/androgynous and I haven’t had a beard since. If you’ve ever tried kissing a man with a beard, it’s not very romantic. Like kissing a hairbrush.