This Life...

Where the hell does the time go, eh? It has been a crazy few weeks, filled with a last week of school that nearly killed me with the unexpected workload, a holiday in hong kong that nearly killed me with the weight of all the delicious food that i consumed, and a new year that... well... wasn't actually eventful enough to inspire feelings of even mild discomfort let alone fear of impending death. I guess i have a lot of catching up to do in terms of these last few weeks of 2006, but really, fuck it. for now anyway. because all i can think of right now is Miles.

And it's not even a real life Miles. I am referring to the stuffy, now scruffy, member of the cast of This Life (that 90s show where all the lawyers lived in a house together and managed to drink, shag and argue their way round London) played by a real life Jack Davenport. Most of you probably didn't know me back in the days when This Life did its debut run on telly, but i was hooked on it from the beginning. I watched both series and couldn't wait for the next installment of gratuitous swearing and sex on the BBC, especially because i got to imagine that just maybe, one day, i too would meet a group of arseholes like the characters, and live with them in a big flat where we would cook dinner, smoke like chimneys, screw each other and drink too much wine. Beautiful... So you can imagine how utterly devastated i was when the last episode of the second (and last) series ended when millie found out about rachel coming on to egg and took a swing for her at miles's wedding to THE WRONG WOMAN, while warren walked in the door from his series-long travels wondering what all the fuss was about. What way is that to end a series anyway??? No resolution of ANY KIND WHATSOEVER!!! i have been living with this for 10 years. until tonight.

tonight, thanks to the genius of UkNova, i got to watch the 10-years-on-reunion-christmas-special of This Life from the comfort of my wee house in Numazu, Japan. And from the moment i heard that theme tune, i was right back in my house in northern ireland, sitting upstairs sneakily watching something that i know my da would go mad about if he caught me (incidentally, by the second series, i became somewhat emboldened by adoescent outrage and rebellion and actually deliberately watched it in front of him, gay sex in the jacks and all, just to piss him off. so it goes.) Everything was just the same, the same dynamic, the same snappy dialogue, the same sanse of voyeuristic thrill watching these people fuck everything up and bitch about each other. but one thing was different, and that was Miles. still an asshole, but jaysus jack davenport has got hot in his old age. now don't get me wrong, i still think he looks like a fucking public schoolboy, but what can i say, there's just something about slightly ugly men with scruffy hair that does it for me :)

you're probably wondering what i'm going on about, and in fairness after unsuccessfully trawling the net for a picture that gets across exactly what i mean, i see your point. i couldn't find a picture of him actually looking the way he did in the show, and normally he's a wee bit upper class twat around the face. lets just say he was somewhere in between posh english boy...

...and homeless boy.

but you have to trust me on this one, he looked hot!

okay, horny rant over. i promise i will never desecrate the pages of this blog again by lusting over a random actor.

well...