Iffy crushes
Who would you like to have sex with who isn't probably top of everyone's list and why?
( , Thu 6 Oct 2011, 14:54)
Who would you like to have sex with who isn't probably top of everyone's list and why?
( , Thu 6 Oct 2011, 14:54)
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In no particular order...
Kristen Schaal from Flight of the Conchords.
Laura Linney.
Serena Williams.
Maggie Gyllenhaal.
Ted Danson.
( , Mon 10 Oct 2011, 2:56, 2 replies)
Kristen Schaal from Flight of the Conchords.
Laura Linney.
Serena Williams.
Maggie Gyllenhaal.
Ted Danson.
( , Mon 10 Oct 2011, 2:56, 2 replies)
Graham Linehan
I have dreams about him. He knows who he is, he's funny as shit... I only like director commentaries on his show because I imagine he is here talking to me. It's a nice little fantasy.
( , Mon 10 Oct 2011, 2:25, Reply)
I have dreams about him. He knows who he is, he's funny as shit... I only like director commentaries on his show because I imagine he is here talking to me. It's a nice little fantasy.
( , Mon 10 Oct 2011, 2:25, Reply)
Captain Barbossa.
Now, I'm not one of those girls to stare. I have only ever seen two arses in my life that made me do a double and have to have a good stare. One is my man's, the other...
Geoffrey Rush, playing De Sade in Quills. What an arse on that man! Yes, he looked like a mad, old, man with an odd wig but I'm an odd girl sometimes and there was something about him (and there's that arse...). I admitted this during a "top ten" at work recently and someone suggested it could have been a bum double. I felt very suddenly gutted and now I have to go watch the film (and the arse) again.
( , Mon 10 Oct 2011, 1:14, Reply)
Now, I'm not one of those girls to stare. I have only ever seen two arses in my life that made me do a double and have to have a good stare. One is my man's, the other...
Geoffrey Rush, playing De Sade in Quills. What an arse on that man! Yes, he looked like a mad, old, man with an odd wig but I'm an odd girl sometimes and there was something about him (and there's that arse...). I admitted this during a "top ten" at work recently and someone suggested it could have been a bum double. I felt very suddenly gutted and now I have to go watch the film (and the arse) again.
( , Mon 10 Oct 2011, 1:14, Reply)
Kate Allen (now Kinsella) from the London morning news...
...seems very nice. She's not been on for a while, since she's (presumably) on maternity leave again, but I still feel a little disappointed in the morning when she's not on.
And Velma Dinkley, obviously.
( , Sun 9 Oct 2011, 22:45, Reply)
...seems very nice. She's not been on for a while, since she's (presumably) on maternity leave again, but I still feel a little disappointed in the morning when she's not on.
And Velma Dinkley, obviously.
( , Sun 9 Oct 2011, 22:45, Reply)
Any woman with big tits.....
....no matter what size the rest of her is. Or if she looks like a box of frogs. I just like talking to tits.
But I'm not shallow...............
( , Sun 9 Oct 2011, 22:08, Reply)
....no matter what size the rest of her is. Or if she looks like a box of frogs. I just like talking to tits.
But I'm not shallow...............
( , Sun 9 Oct 2011, 22:08, Reply)
Hmm, there's quite a few..
Lulu.
Liz McDonald off Coronation Street.
All of em out of that Calendar Girls film.
Susan Kennedy from Neighbours.
The slutty one from Birds of a feather.
Cindy Beale.
That old slapper off Loose Women who's married to him off Auf Wiedersehen Pet.
Cheryl Baker.
Marge's sisters on The Simpsons.
Rodney Trotter's missus.
Marcia on Married With Children.
Bet Gilroy.
( , Sun 9 Oct 2011, 20:39, 3 replies)
Lulu.
Liz McDonald off Coronation Street.
All of em out of that Calendar Girls film.
Susan Kennedy from Neighbours.
The slutty one from Birds of a feather.
Cindy Beale.
That old slapper off Loose Women who's married to him off Auf Wiedersehen Pet.
Cheryl Baker.
Marge's sisters on The Simpsons.
Rodney Trotter's missus.
Marcia on Married With Children.
Bet Gilroy.
( , Sun 9 Oct 2011, 20:39, 3 replies)
talking of BBC weather
laura tobin she may well be out of reach and her forecasts often wrong but by god she is something of a girl next door hottie
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( , Sun 9 Oct 2011, 19:11, 9 replies)
laura tobin she may well be out of reach and her forecasts often wrong but by god she is something of a girl next door hottie
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( , Sun 9 Oct 2011, 19:11, 9 replies)
iffy crushes - I've had a few
I've fancied anne robinson for years...the freckles, the red hair. the schoolteacherish manner. I definitely would. someone mentioned caroline quentin - good call. funny, intelligent, and incredibly attractive. edwina currie definitely has that certain glint in her eye that you know means she'd be a demon in the sack.
but...my number one iffy crush (not to me, but to everyone else it seems) is Arabella Weir from the fast show. I think she's one of the most beautiful women I've ever seen. it's her eyes. and again - intelligent and funny. I'd be up it like a ferret. in the unlikely event I ever got to have my wicked way with her, if I could still walk the next day I'd consider it a missed opportunity. if you're reading this ms. weir, give me a call - I scrub up half decent and I cook a nice dinner. ;)
( , Sun 9 Oct 2011, 19:11, 2 replies)
I've fancied anne robinson for years...the freckles, the red hair. the schoolteacherish manner. I definitely would. someone mentioned caroline quentin - good call. funny, intelligent, and incredibly attractive. edwina currie definitely has that certain glint in her eye that you know means she'd be a demon in the sack.
but...my number one iffy crush (not to me, but to everyone else it seems) is Arabella Weir from the fast show. I think she's one of the most beautiful women I've ever seen. it's her eyes. and again - intelligent and funny. I'd be up it like a ferret. in the unlikely event I ever got to have my wicked way with her, if I could still walk the next day I'd consider it a missed opportunity. if you're reading this ms. weir, give me a call - I scrub up half decent and I cook a nice dinner. ;)
( , Sun 9 Oct 2011, 19:11, 2 replies)
Sensible anorak and an umbrella - PHOOOWAR!
Carol, off BBC Breakfast weather - something about her cheery Scottish optimistic appraisal of the coming day's drizzle and gales.
( , Sun 9 Oct 2011, 18:55, 1 reply)
Carol, off BBC Breakfast weather - something about her cheery Scottish optimistic appraisal of the coming day's drizzle and gales.
( , Sun 9 Oct 2011, 18:55, 1 reply)
Mel C
back when she wore track suits
back when she went slightly chubby
and even now.
why ? because of her smile ...well that
and the fact it would be a guaranteed
no holds barred dirt fest
( , Sun 9 Oct 2011, 14:17, 4 replies)
back when she wore track suits
back when she went slightly chubby
and even now.
why ? because of her smile ...well that
and the fact it would be a guaranteed
no holds barred dirt fest
( , Sun 9 Oct 2011, 14:17, 4 replies)
Ann Hathaway
is a woman i would do again and again
she is so much like Audrey Hepburn
quality totty with out even trying
( , Sun 9 Oct 2011, 12:17, 2 replies)
is a woman i would do again and again
she is so much like Audrey Hepburn
quality totty with out even trying
( , Sun 9 Oct 2011, 12:17, 2 replies)
Baroness Sayeeda Warsi
There, I said it (even if I didn't spell it). Don't think she's anywhere else on the list = less competition. Great.
( , Sun 9 Oct 2011, 10:43, 1 reply)
There, I said it (even if I didn't spell it). Don't think she's anywhere else on the list = less competition. Great.
( , Sun 9 Oct 2011, 10:43, 1 reply)
Olive from On the buses
I always thought she'd be quite pretty if she wasnt made up to look 'ugly' in the show
( , Sun 9 Oct 2011, 9:54, 4 replies)
I always thought she'd be quite pretty if she wasnt made up to look 'ugly' in the show
( , Sun 9 Oct 2011, 9:54, 4 replies)
Hanson...
...until I realised they were blokes...well I said realised, I got told by the girl to whom I was commenting on how fit they were.
( , Sun 9 Oct 2011, 9:52, 4 replies)
...until I realised they were blokes...well I said realised, I got told by the girl to whom I was commenting on how fit they were.
( , Sun 9 Oct 2011, 9:52, 4 replies)
I like gingers, and I'm proud of the fact.
They're ALWAYS easy to pull, because they appreciate the attention.
Has anyone mentioned Anne Robinson yet......preferably in a headmistress' outfit?
Grrrrrrrr...................
( , Sun 9 Oct 2011, 9:26, Reply)
They're ALWAYS easy to pull, because they appreciate the attention.
Has anyone mentioned Anne Robinson yet......preferably in a headmistress' outfit?
Grrrrrrrr...................
( , Sun 9 Oct 2011, 9:26, Reply)
The golden girls
All of them,Dorothy 1st,Blanche 2nd,Rose 3rd,Sophia 4th..
Old ladies do it for me especially ones over 60's..
Any younger and it would be bordering paedophillia...
I am 91 yrs young you know..
( , Sun 9 Oct 2011, 9:03, Reply)
All of them,Dorothy 1st,Blanche 2nd,Rose 3rd,Sophia 4th..
Old ladies do it for me especially ones over 60's..
Any younger and it would be bordering paedophillia...
I am 91 yrs young you know..
( , Sun 9 Oct 2011, 9:03, Reply)
Velma frim scooby doo
Not the cartoon though, oh no. The one in the fillum. Linda Cardinelli
In the extras on one of the films there's an unused scene where she sings out of tune (deliberately) and in a garish sexy manner. That is better than any pornhub I may or may not have seen.
Oh, and Carol Kirkwood
( , Sun 9 Oct 2011, 8:51, 5 replies)
Not the cartoon though, oh no. The one in the fillum. Linda Cardinelli
In the extras on one of the films there's an unused scene where she sings out of tune (deliberately) and in a garish sexy manner. That is better than any pornhub I may or may not have seen.
Oh, and Carol Kirkwood
( , Sun 9 Oct 2011, 8:51, 5 replies)
Helen Geake from Time Team
She wears very short shorts and manages to carry it off. Also very healthy-looking and toned from all that digging.
www.channel4.com/history/microsites/T/timeteam/biog_helen.html
( , Sun 9 Oct 2011, 8:05, Reply)
She wears very short shorts and manages to carry it off. Also very healthy-looking and toned from all that digging.
www.channel4.com/history/microsites/T/timeteam/biog_helen.html
( , Sun 9 Oct 2011, 8:05, Reply)
I had this story
relayed to me by a gentleman I will refer to only as The Spy. I'd heard it before, in garbled, retold versions from others, as you often hear the anecdotes of friends of friends, but last year I heard the tale from his own lips and in his own words, in an all-you-can-eat brazilian restaurant, where I sat with my old chum The Doob, who is said mutual friend, and The-Spy's-sister-who-is-the-doob's-current-girlfriend.
At the time of our tale, it was the mid 90s, and The Doob and I had both quit our first university in mild disgrace. While I had drifted back towards my family, the Doob had moved to the city in the west country where his then-girlfriend attended university. While they squeezed into a single bed in one room of their shared house, The Spy lived in another.
One of the defining characteristics of the mid 90's, at least as far as a lot of people I knew were concerned, was being into stuff other people weren't, primarily musically. Life in a provincial city such as the one in which they all lived didn't lend itself well to this, as most bands skip town for London or Manchester or wherever. The Spy had a way around this, involving relatives in the smoke and his own car.
The Spy had planned a trip to London to go to a gig, and was taking with him his friend The Prop. The Prop had then asked if they could bring along a guy he knew, The Subject. The Spy had shrugged and agreed, so long as he threw in his cut of the petrol money. It was early in the morning, and they threw their stuff in the boot of the car. The Prop had a hangover and opted for the back seat, where he promptly fell asleep, and effectively plays no further part in this narrative. The Subject sat in the front passenger seat while The Spy drove. The countryside blurred past in faint autumn sunlight. Although they had met each other before, they had never had a prolonged conversation. They had stilted exchanges, then periods of silence.
Eventually they turned to the concert they were attending that evening. The Spy asked The Subject what he thought of the headline act. The Subject replied that they were ok, but they weren't really his bag. What he was going for, he stated, was the main support act, or rather one member of said band.
"Have you been to this venue before?" asked The Subject
"Yeah" replied The Spy
"You know the support acts often have stands and stuff where they sell merchandise?"
"Yeah, I suppose". The Spy had noticed them but not paid much attention to them.
"After they've got off stage, I'm going to find the singer of that support band, and I'm going to try and fuck her" The Subject had an unrealistic belief that he was something of a ladies' man.
"She nice then, is she?"
"She's well fit, mate, well fit. Been banging them out over her for weeks"
"Which band is this again?"
The Subject told The Spy the band's name. The Spy had heard of them, and raised his eyebrows slightly. They were on the up, but certainly not household names. Having confessed his intentions this became a watershed for The Subject, and he revisited the topic every half an hour or so. He was, he said, definitely going to fuck her.
They completed the journey, dropped their gear off at the house they were staying at, headed out and went to the concert. They got there midway through the openers, as everyone always seems to do, then watched the main support perform the slightly-truncated-ends-on-best-song set that support acts always perform. The Subject watched lustily as the singer of said band bade the crowd farewell and departed the stage. As The Subject had predicted, the singer re-appeared by a display of tshirts and cds that anyone impressed enough with their performance could purchase.
"Here we go" said The Subject, and made a b-line for the singer. The Spy sauntered after him, wanting to see how it panned out. The Subject began to get the jitters. The Spy offered to introduce them, and The Subject, at a loss for what else to do, accepted.
The Spy bowled up to the merchandise stand and leaned on it with his elbow. The Subject stood next to him while his jaw gaped and he caught flies.
"Anyway", said The Spy, "Brian, this is my friend The Subject, The Subject, this is Brian". He patted The Subject on the shoulder, wished him luck and strolled away while staying in earshot.
Brian Molko, lead singer of the not-yet-very-famous Placebo wondered what the hell just happened.
The Subject stammered and said something about wanting to know the price of a tshirt. He didn't say much else for the rest of the evening.
This is the second qotw answer I've got out of Placebo. Fancy.
( , Sun 9 Oct 2011, 0:44, 8 replies)
relayed to me by a gentleman I will refer to only as The Spy. I'd heard it before, in garbled, retold versions from others, as you often hear the anecdotes of friends of friends, but last year I heard the tale from his own lips and in his own words, in an all-you-can-eat brazilian restaurant, where I sat with my old chum The Doob, who is said mutual friend, and The-Spy's-sister-who-is-the-doob's-current-girlfriend.
At the time of our tale, it was the mid 90s, and The Doob and I had both quit our first university in mild disgrace. While I had drifted back towards my family, the Doob had moved to the city in the west country where his then-girlfriend attended university. While they squeezed into a single bed in one room of their shared house, The Spy lived in another.
One of the defining characteristics of the mid 90's, at least as far as a lot of people I knew were concerned, was being into stuff other people weren't, primarily musically. Life in a provincial city such as the one in which they all lived didn't lend itself well to this, as most bands skip town for London or Manchester or wherever. The Spy had a way around this, involving relatives in the smoke and his own car.
The Spy had planned a trip to London to go to a gig, and was taking with him his friend The Prop. The Prop had then asked if they could bring along a guy he knew, The Subject. The Spy had shrugged and agreed, so long as he threw in his cut of the petrol money. It was early in the morning, and they threw their stuff in the boot of the car. The Prop had a hangover and opted for the back seat, where he promptly fell asleep, and effectively plays no further part in this narrative. The Subject sat in the front passenger seat while The Spy drove. The countryside blurred past in faint autumn sunlight. Although they had met each other before, they had never had a prolonged conversation. They had stilted exchanges, then periods of silence.
Eventually they turned to the concert they were attending that evening. The Spy asked The Subject what he thought of the headline act. The Subject replied that they were ok, but they weren't really his bag. What he was going for, he stated, was the main support act, or rather one member of said band.
"Have you been to this venue before?" asked The Subject
"Yeah" replied The Spy
"You know the support acts often have stands and stuff where they sell merchandise?"
"Yeah, I suppose". The Spy had noticed them but not paid much attention to them.
"After they've got off stage, I'm going to find the singer of that support band, and I'm going to try and fuck her" The Subject had an unrealistic belief that he was something of a ladies' man.
"She nice then, is she?"
"She's well fit, mate, well fit. Been banging them out over her for weeks"
"Which band is this again?"
The Subject told The Spy the band's name. The Spy had heard of them, and raised his eyebrows slightly. They were on the up, but certainly not household names. Having confessed his intentions this became a watershed for The Subject, and he revisited the topic every half an hour or so. He was, he said, definitely going to fuck her.
They completed the journey, dropped their gear off at the house they were staying at, headed out and went to the concert. They got there midway through the openers, as everyone always seems to do, then watched the main support perform the slightly-truncated-ends-on-best-song set that support acts always perform. The Subject watched lustily as the singer of said band bade the crowd farewell and departed the stage. As The Subject had predicted, the singer re-appeared by a display of tshirts and cds that anyone impressed enough with their performance could purchase.
"Here we go" said The Subject, and made a b-line for the singer. The Spy sauntered after him, wanting to see how it panned out. The Subject began to get the jitters. The Spy offered to introduce them, and The Subject, at a loss for what else to do, accepted.
The Spy bowled up to the merchandise stand and leaned on it with his elbow. The Subject stood next to him while his jaw gaped and he caught flies.
"Anyway", said The Spy, "Brian, this is my friend The Subject, The Subject, this is Brian". He patted The Subject on the shoulder, wished him luck and strolled away while staying in earshot.
Brian Molko, lead singer of the not-yet-very-famous Placebo wondered what the hell just happened.
The Subject stammered and said something about wanting to know the price of a tshirt. He didn't say much else for the rest of the evening.
This is the second qotw answer I've got out of Placebo. Fancy.
( , Sun 9 Oct 2011, 0:44, 8 replies)
Nice QOTW this 1. Not a lot of Hondas here really.
We've had a couple of closet monsters, ladies who like it on the nose and loads of men reverting to teenager-hood & going back to their teen fap folders/wank banks. Loads of "Search Google for..." and some guys leik teh funny/cartoon/political ladies. Apparently.
Haven't really seen a lot of furries or ladies nominating their secret lezz fantasy crushes yet. C'mon girls.
( , Sat 8 Oct 2011, 23:34, 4 replies)
We've had a couple of closet monsters, ladies who like it on the nose and loads of men reverting to teenager-hood & going back to their teen fap folders/wank banks. Loads of "Search Google for..." and some guys leik teh funny/cartoon/political ladies. Apparently.
Haven't really seen a lot of furries or ladies nominating their secret lezz fantasy crushes yet. C'mon girls.
( , Sat 8 Oct 2011, 23:34, 4 replies)
Rebekah Brooks
That evil look and ginger wild hair also she does/did carry a lot of clout so naturally that's a bit of a turn on, obviously i run the risk of her killing and cannibalising me post sex.
( , Sat 8 Oct 2011, 23:28, 1 reply)
That evil look and ginger wild hair also she does/did carry a lot of clout so naturally that's a bit of a turn on, obviously i run the risk of her killing and cannibalising me post sex.
( , Sat 8 Oct 2011, 23:28, 1 reply)
I love horses.
Like 99% of you I'm too lazy to provide a link so google it yourself.
( , Sat 8 Oct 2011, 20:44, Reply)
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