So, since hitting puberty (and I'm not being overdramatic here- for those readers who can't quite remenice back that far, it really does feel like slamming into a brick wall with considerable force), I have been the victim of reccurrent and short-lived crushes. Guys at school, the apprentice mailman, colleagues, teachers- whomever my love-lorn eyes land on (provided, of course, the specimen is male, dark-haired, and acne-free) renders me temporarily speechless.
And before you start to typecast me as a twelve-year-old fan-girl who isn't quite sure who John Della Bosca is but laughs along uncertainly whenever the name is mentioned, allow me to correct you: I'm fully fifteen years of age, have never mobbed a Chaser member in the street, and I honestly do enjoy The Chaser's WOE, the online newspaper, CNNN, plus collected the Annuals, and absolutely LOVED The Election Chaser. Which is why I was extremely dissapointed in myself when I discovered my new ailment: I find Chas quite attractive.
Previous to this, I would immediately tell anyone who asked about my Chris preferance: Chris did journalism, like I want to, he writes incredible material (Exhibit A: The Eulogy Song), and he types like a demon. As a drama student, I also venerated Andrew...who, might I add, has gained a cult following at my school.
Look, I realise Chas is a full nineteen years older than me. And married. That's the beauty of youth, isn't it? Five hours a week practically set aside for daydreaming. The institution calls them Mathematics.
I'm sorry, I probably ruined your appertite after that mind-blowing confession. But please, don't comment and dampen my adolescent love. Don't you remember being you?
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Topic: Is my television broken, or is Chas getting hotter? (Read 2660 times)