Well, what about Mel Gibson, huh? Someone's got issues.
It's funny how we all love a spectacularly public breakdown of a successful person; Britney Spears, Michael Jackson, David Hasselhoff at Heathrow Airport with a moist crotch, and now Mel - it's the ultimate car-crash moment, and we, the normal people, love it. And don't deny you're not willing Mel's downfall upon him, or hoping it's going to get EVEN WORSE - we all hate people who are successful. There's nothing like pointing and laughing at the famous people whizzing past us mere mortals on their way to hell.
Seems like that lovable crazy-man act he put on in the Lethal Weapon movies wasn't so much of an 'act,' and certainly wasn't 'lovable.'
I say, if you're going to have the most amazing breakdown in history, doing it in public is certainly the way to go; it's certainly no worse than writing a blog where you just write about stupid things like almost making an incredibly inappropriate comment to someone you're trying to establish a business relationship with.
Right - let's take bets on who's next for the one-way ticket to looneyville.
I've been meaning to mention this for a while - what is this thing where teenage boys walk around in public with their hands down their undercrackers? Really? What the hell is that all about?!
Staines High Street is the last place I want to see someone having a quick fiddle; although to be honest, they're not being quick about it - it's more like their treating it like a marsupial pouch or an extra pocket, and warming their hands down there. Whatever, it's not something I want to see, especially not outside WHSmiths. That's just wrong.
Maybe I AM getting old(er), but it was just never the done thing to be manhandling your Gentleman's Assets in public when I were a lad, unless something got snagged and you were ABSOLUTELY SURE no one would see you. And even then it was just a quick tug (in a non-sexual manner), a little bend of the knees, and everything was right as rain again.
Kids today are walking along hanging onto 'it' like they're worried 'it's' going to drop off. And I'm pretty damn sure if anything of mine 'down there' was going to drop off, I'd know about it. There should be a law that teenage boys should walk around with their hands permanently up as if they're being held at gunpoint. That's the only way to stop society's decaying morals from... erm, decaying!
(Is this nasty habit confined to the UK? Please leave a comment if you've seen a filthy crotch-monkey anywhere else in the world!)
I've FINALLY worn my Superman t-shirt out in public today...
(OK, that makes it sound like I've been wearing it around the house with a towel round my neck and some red undercrackers on - WHICH I HAVEN'T)
Let's start again...
I've finally gotten round to digging my Superman t-shirt OUT OF THE WARDROBE and wearing it while there's still a bit of hoop-la about Superman Returns. And the response has been pretty good, although that's probably due to the fact that I'm buff-ness incarnate now and fill it out a bit better than I did before. Even IT Dave, who ridiculed me for wearing it a few years ago (seriously - I ran home crying that day and it's been in mothballs since), said that he wanted one now.
Just wait 'till the Wonder Woman movie comes out!