And Chandler Bing in sweater vests;
Russell Howard and his lazy eye;
Prince Harry and his posh ginger ways
And most politicians with their awkward arms
You just can’t help feeling slightly fuzzy
Each time you see a weird celebrity crush
Looking pained on red carpets
Or saying wrong things at all the wrong times.
The girls in my tutor group are only twelve, but they are all so interested in who their thirty something teacher might have a crush on. They all love blonde haired boys in the newest Netflix dramas whereas I have these weird celebrity crushes and they look at me like I’m crazy.
But me – I can’t get enough of the slightly geeky older man and they all look like they’ve stumbled out of Oxford University and don’t quite know how to function in the real world.
I do wonder what it is that draws me to these types. There must be something about that slight disconnect with the rest of the world that I find endearing. I do know that I’m not alone and there are a lot of people out there who think that bedroom walls should be plastered with pictures of Louis Theroux.