I know I’ve said this before, like, a million times, but My Darling YOU! are one of my most favourite bands. Ever. They’re these two Swedish guys who make the most amazing, catchy two minute-ish pop songs that you’ve ever heard. And don’t let the word pop discourage you. I’m just using it here, because their music is so bloody catchy. They’re more in the ‘ohmygod amazing indie-ish Swedes’ genre, y’know?
Here’s Please Don’t Talk To Me I Fall In Love So Easily live. The video is shit, but the audio is amazing.
And here are some of my favourite songs. Take them, listen to them, and love them.
I don’t know what it is about them, they’re just so mightily desirable. I think its probably the way they speak and their winning smiles..
11 of my favourite talented black men are (in alphabetical order):
Musician, Lead Singer from TV On The Radio.
Actor, plays ‘Moss’ in The IT Crowd, also in Darkplace.
Actor, plays ‘Saffie’s’ husband in Absolutely Fabulous, also in East-Enders.
Musician, aka Andre 3000 from Outkast.
Musician, aka Lightspeed Champion.
Musicians, aka The Mitchell Brothers.
Musician, lead singer from Bloc Party.
Actor, was in that ‘A Patch of Blue‘ movie that I was trying to get Chiara and Caitlin to buy the novelisation of from my bookshop.
Actor, played ‘Milky’ in This Is England.
Which is your favourite from these? Is there anyone I missed?
By the way, is it OK to objectify black men? Am I being racist if i objectify a black man? Am I being racist calling them ‘black’ rather than ‘coloured’ or ‘Negro’ or ‘of African decendency’ or that word, that-if-you-say-it-around-a-black-person-you-should-most-definitely-get-shot? Am I being racist not including a Caucasian, Asian or otherwise? Am I being sexist and racist not including a black woman? Am I paranoid? Like hell I am.
I think we might have gone off the topic of attractive men, but.. aww!
Is it just me or does he look a tad like Clyde?
What tea should I try? I am over chai, peppermint & dandelion. Sadly weed tea is not an option.
Is anyone actually going to draw a picture of a human partaking in oral sex with a bear or do I have to start the trend?
Their feathers stuck out from their purple/green skin and their toe nails had grown over, shaping themselves into claws. I never really understood what the mutation consisted of exactly. Only that by the end of the transformation, they became mutated, with no normal physical appearance of a human life form. Their bodies were still recognisable as being human, but the rest of their physical appearances were anything but normal. And everything odd and queer had taken hold of them. The disease was constantly stressing at their ligaments and flesh, turning them into something out of the ordinary.
They lived in tree houses. Isolated from the normal world which they were born into. Living instead in a world that had no structured society. No rules. No laws. They were able to do as they pleased in those tree houses. All day long they spent preening themselves and reading books. Each day they altered slightly in appearance. Each day more feathers sprouted forth from their skin. Each weekend they would fly to the coast to play beach volly ball.
Oh my! That is bad. When I thought Mrs. Mills’ Let’s Have Another Party was bad…
Nothing could have prepared me for this one, not even a light-hearted discussion over the giving and/or receiving of human to bear fellatio could have made me ready to witness a naked man holding a pig in the mud. I mean, as if it wasn’t enough to take in, I am now led to believe that this, obscenity, represents and provides preface to, MUSIC of all blessed things …Wait, there’s more!:
Four, elderly men requesting to “touch Him” (a bit far don’t you think?);
Oh wait, never mind that comment on the ‘crossing of the line’, this proves that there is no line to cross, or at least, the album is so far over it that it knowest not where the line was initially and manages to transcend all lines ever created and offend everyone. “NEXT!”;
*distainfully* “Herbie Mann, are you trying to be, um …Sexy?”
My, oh my! Maybe if you weren’t, y’know, holding a SHOTGUN-like-flute and covered in hair thats quantity is only attractive to a BEAR, you’d be getting there. Also, refrain from instructing the person you are wooing to “Push, Push” and maybe keep your face well lit so as to avoid confusion with a SERIAL KILLER.
The first thing I ever saw John Simm in was Life On Mars. Since then I’ve gone on to hunt down watch more of his stuff, like Human Traffic, State Of Play, and even his appearance on Doctor Who as The Master (which I later went out and brought on DVD. Just those two episodes. Fan-girling to the max). And he gets bonus points for playing Bernard Sumner in 24 Hour Party People!
So, why do I love him? Well, to tell the truth, I’m not really sure. There’s the fact that he’s a great actor, but I reckon the fact that he’s drop-dead-gorgeous has a lot to do with it. I’m shallow like that.
He’s in a band, y’know. He plays guitar and does backing vocals. The bastard is MULTI-TALENTED. Mmm. And he wears horiffic clothes, like that AC-DC t-shirt. If I ever got my hands on him when he was wearing it, I’d shoot him help him get it off.
He also has the most soothing voice ever. Fuck taking lemsip when we’re sick, we should just listen to John Simm reading childrens books…
Ok, one more picture and I’m done. I know I haven’t made a very convincing argument. But… fuck. THE PICTURES. Ok. Maybe three more pictures then.