Monday, 4 June 2007

The Laws files

I suppose the first sign of an unhealthy obsession may be seeing something everywhere. I fear that Michael Laws, therefore, may be my next morbid fixation. Consider: I spent the past several months diligently avoiding Dancing With The Stars. How convenient, I thought, that they grouped together all the crap people in one easy to avoid show.

Boy did I get my comeuppance last night; damn channel one and their stealth repeats. I was minding my own business while my flatmate channel surfed; and then he found the Dancing With The Stars grand final. Should that be Finale? To his eternal discredit he left it on that channel and so we were all subjected to desperate B grade celebrities tripping the light fantastic in a range of tit-bags, and otherwise unfortunate clothing. And then there was Michael Laws, wearing some ungodly polyester trousers that found his crevases and supped deep. All while that wizened gnome Jason Gunn leared his way through commentaries - he's turned into quite the lecherous uncle figure.

Actually, while on that subject, I heard a great story. I'm afraid it's one of those urban legend like friend of a friend tales, but I shall give the synopsis anyway.

Apparently the friend of a friend of mine came home from school one day and found Jason Gunn in bed with her mother. Oh the horror. While I was looking for that photo, with the unsavoury expression Rumpy Pumpy in mind, I was reminded of a few other gems, like McDonald's Young Entertainers, and our very own Ainslie Allen. She did a lovely spread in FHM didn't she?

5 comments:

Roger Nome said...

yes, you can just see Jason now … just catching his breath, flushed in the face – with a partly shocked/astonished, partly exasperated expression, gradually melting into a weasely self-satisfied smirk. That poor, poor girl. We will never know how she has suffered.

M said...

I don't feel at all sorry for her; she was on that appalling young entertainers show looking smug every week, possibly even out-smugging Jason.
I think it would be more likely that she would wind the old lecher up and then laugh at him - which would explain the exasperated expression. The self satisfied smirk, thats probably genetically ordained.

M said...

Or if we are talking about the girl who walked in on him, I am sure she is either a beautiful soul through suffering, or has lapsed into a life of degeneracy due to childhood trauma.

I feel degeneracy coming on just thinking about it.

ew.

Roger Nome said...

yeah, I really should appologise for taking that one at least a few steps too far. Actually, one could probably argue with some justification that it was more marathon past the mark of decency ... What can I say ... Jason tends to have that effect on me.

M said...

As indeed he has on us all