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15 minutes of fame 2004-03-30 | 7:40 p.m. One thing that never fails to shock me to the core is a group of 15 muscular, gorgeous and fit men. That's right, jealous darlings! I dined with the Scotland Rugby 7's Team last night!. Ok, not quite dined. But definitely pervvved (on them). There's something about burly, handsome rugby players that gets my heart (read: knickers) in a twist. I'll respect any guy who can go into a scrum and show me his tackle...especially one with a stunning Scottish accent. I have a theory that all professional sport playing men exude more testosterone which attracts me - the Testosterone Bitch - to them like the desperate girl I am. Anyway, we went across to Lamma and lo and behold - there they were, in all their glory. It was like a man buffet - you're my starter, you'll be my main and hell yeah - I'll have you for desert! In the usual Laura style I had thought of several opening lines to start conversation with said SexGods. The allure of famous people is something that mystifies me. Maybe I am really in love with airbrushing, a prime example of how technology can convert even the most fugly of people into Pammy looky-likes (this has saved many a Lauraphoto from being chucked in the bin). But famous people emit some kind of radiant glow. Narcissistic of me to want to bask in it? (Will it rub off on me?). Very much so. But who can ever say no to such fine specemins of male virility? |
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