tadorna | Blurred photos of actors

*extremely loud wibble*
ohhhhh my billy looks, looks...ahgdjfdklajgh
*fzzt* ~pop~

Have I mentioned how ~~incendiary, shaggable, and downright delicious~~ distinguished I think he looks with facial hair?!

THANK YOU SHELDRAKE!! Hilarious commentary by the way...I cannot believe the potted palms of Milton Keynes are still on the rampage!!!

Heh. Oh, those potted palms! Ya can't trust 'em.

Oh yes. Billy's beard. It should win an award.

They were brilliant! And the captions, ha ha!

You got some great candids, mine are better resolution but more posed so I think I prefer yours :)

Oh, well that's very kind of you. All credit to the Secret Paparazzo. ;) He also took one of Andy hugging Billy, but tragically the potted palms got in the way. Curses!

Naw, the palms didn't get in the way. That was a New Line PR man in a costume, just squashing any new rumours before they start..

Oh, those naughty PR devils! Always with the rumour-squashing.

Warning: you will find better elsewhere.
Well, I haven't. But then I don't get out much.

I love:
a) the blur (aesthetically)
b) the blur (for reasons of spontaneity -- am so sick of Orli-poses and adore candid shots)
c) the courier font!!! (ah, so rare in these times of Arial and sans-serif)

You like the blur? You, know, I hadn't thought of it like that. I spend so much time at work trying to make blurred photographs look not-blurred. But I suppose there is something rather nice about it. I didn't put in the one where he moved his head though, because frankly it was disturbing, like something out of a David Lynch film.

the courier font!!!

Oh yes! I like Courier. :)

I think once we start discussing the blur and the courier font over and above the hotness of Billy's arse or the deliciousness of Andy's curls, we're on the way to... well, I don't know where we're on the way to. Cromer??

Cromer, exactly. Cromer and Sheringham. Help us, somebody!

Sheringham? I don't even know where that is!!! I thought that was a footballer??

Don't tell me there's a Beckham as well. Perhaps in Surrey??

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Sheringham? I don't even know where that is!!! I thought that was a footballer??

Don't tell me there's a Beckham as well. Perhaps in Surrey??

<font="courier"> Testing if LJ can cope with this.</font>

Another test.

Hahah!!

I've done it!

Courier courier everywhere.

Note: these comments may look somewhat less than exciting if received as emails.

*g*

Well done! I don't get these in emails, so that's ok. And Sheringham is near Cromer. I went camping somewhere in between the two once. Actually, come to think of it, I got my first kiss in Cromer. I remember thinking it wasn't quite what I'd been expecting. Er... yeah. *shuts up*

Cromer! First kiss! Am dying with curiosity here.

Were you perchance thinking of font faces all the while as t'kissing went on?

Who was the kisser? Age? What was ergh about it? Was there wind in your hair? Or just televisual radiation???

But hang on: you don't get any of this per email?? How do you keep track of all your posts and comments, especially those in other people's LJs??

You need to turn the email option on! Do you know where it is, dear?

You know - this is a very good point. It would be much easier, wouldn't it? Yes. Sometimes I do wonder how I actually manage to get through life at all. *sigh*

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Ah. Well. Shockingly enough I wasn't kissed until I was nineteen. Although at that point I was telling everyone my first kiss happened in a French youth hostel when I was fifteen, this was just a big LIE. The Cromer kissage occurred in a pub, on some red leatherette seating. It seemed to go on rather a long time, and was quite boring once the novelty had worn off. I can't remember much about the kisser, except that he wasn't enormously attractive, and he later threatened to throw himself off Cromer pier if I didn't phone him the next day. I didn't phone him, but I never heard of any fatal accidents in the area, so I'm assuming he got over it.

*gags with excitement at this snippetish glimpse of Shelly-babe's life*

Can you write an autobiographical fic revolving around *Cromer*?????

Nineteen! You know, when I read such things I just sigh with something. I believed myself to be world's worst teenager and for everyone else to be gallivanting around, partying, kissing, having sex, having boyfriends, doing drugs, being glamour pusses - and this seemed proven by my lamentable purity test results. Heh, but I *was* fourteen when I first kissed (and then stopped for another three years) -- 'highly overrated', I thought and escaped the drunken, nameless lout who had squashed me into a bean bag at some party or other.

In Sydney, this activity was not known as 'snogging' but as 'pashing off'. Isnt' teenspeak lovely?

Oh, am also mightily intrigued with male housemate who drools over Orlando (??!). Can he be included in the auto-fic (perhaps in form of a flashforward?).

My, I'm learning so much about the Shelster today! Soon we must meet. I can feel that urge coming on.

Heheh. I fear I am underwhelming in the flesh. But now, you are giving me ideas with the autobiographical snogging fic. Hmmm. Yes. I think this could be done, and also may be cathartic for one reason or another...

I *love* autobiographic (or even pseudo-autobiographic) stories of girlish pubescent probings and first-times.

In a way, the awkwarder, the better. And Cromer is so promising as a fic-location! All the things you could evoke! And if it is truly as awful as my never-having-been-to-Cromer prejudices tell me, then you could do a wonderful job of evoking awfulness. I will lap this up!

Haha. I've now written the Cromer bit, you evil woman, and now it's leading me into strange, dark places... I'll have you know I could be writing frivolous stories about pretty actors, and instead I'm wrestling with Cromer kissage! For this I'll expect to hear about all that pashing off in Sydney when you come back from your trip, all right?

Oh god, Sydney pashing off... Remind me when I've returned! And I will boldly delve where no woman has delved before...

Oh, and don't post the Cromer fic while I'm gone!! Wait until I'm back!!!!!

Ok.
*looks at fic*
*worries about posting it anywhere, at all*

Just post it to *me*, then! Or put a huge fat LOCK on it.

Billy Boyd, about to be attacked by hairstyles. Note the extreme beauty of the victims's eyes here.

LMAO!!! LOL, I love the pics and the captions are hilarious!! Billy's not really my cup of tea..if I were to choose between the two randy hobbits, I would be a Dom girl, but I will admit to the beauty of Billy's terrified eyes...lol..

LOL, now I'm imagining being asked to choose between two randy hobbits... you are certainly living up to your name,

shrinetolust!

I've been to two of these signing things now, and there is a particular 'rabbit in the headlights' look they seem to get after a few hours. Billy hid it very well though; he was still looking quite cheerful at this point. ;)

I discovered the word for the 'rabbit in headlights' phenomenon the other day: cataleptic.

heehee...just wait till I really get rolling...I might set my mind to some slash and then the lust will really hit the fan!! :P

Please excuse me while I mix metaphors. It's not an illness. I can control it.

I went to a signing for the American Queer as Folk with my friend Jason, and Scott Lowell who plays Ted was just the NICEST man I've met, never mind the whole celebrity thing. He'd been signing for 3 hours by the time we got to him and he still shook each person's hand, asked their name, and *introduced* himself, as if they were just two regular people meeting at a party. It was quite delightful. He gave my friend Jason a hug that Jason is still talking about a year later..lol.

So I give high praise to anyone who can handle all that so well; I know I would have the terrified victim look for sure!

You have to have stamina to be a celebrity. Eddie Izzard was cataleptic (thank you Lobelia) when I got my video signed by him last December. MW says he wasn't, but I think he was. I could virtually see him thinking 'nearly at the end now, nearly there...'

According to his PR chick, I made Eddie "uncomfortable"..but that's a whole 'nother story.

I want to become mildly famous so I can go on talk shows and have the amusing anecdote of "I was once standing next to a man in heels, a leather mini, and fake boobs, and I made *him* uncomfortable"...lol.

You made Eddie uncomfortable? How did you manage that? Enquiring minds...

Long story; I could send you the details via email if you wanted. It revolved around my minor stint as a journalist for an entertainment website and the mere fact that I dared to mention my attempts to get an interview with him after his NY show.

Apparently talking to him like any other human being was a total no-no...only my people could talk to his people. By phone. From remote unknown locations. Speaking in code and disguising our voices. Wearing masks, even though no one could see us.

The skinhead girl with the shirt that prominently displayed the words "SERIAL KILLER" was okay, but the silly sunburned girl with the cleavage saying "Hey, it would be nice to get an interview" was just too much to bear, I guess.

Not that I'm bitter. :P I've mostly gotten over it, as I did a few nice interviews with some really great people who each talked to me for an hour, so I knew I wasn't all that freakish and bad.

Ah, I remember you talking about this now. Feh. People are weird. Celebrity is weird. Ugh. How nice to be not famous, really, and not have to deal with all that crap. Although I wouldn't mind some of that nice celebrity money. ;)

Oh and write the slash, write the slash! I will corrupt you all one by one, mwahahahaha!

heehee..it doesn't take much to corrupt me. :P Maybe I should take the Wolverine/Cyclops ball (or balls as it were) and run with it...though the thought of a Legolas/Aragorn romp does my hormones good as well. And I don't even fancy Aragorn that much.

Good grief, you HAVE corrupted me! :P

*hangs head*

I'm sorry. Hahahahanoi'mnot.

I am completely addicted to the way Billy leans forward and looks up at people when he greets them.

*melts*

I was so impressed with his utter charm and sweetness to everybody. Very nice man indeed. :)

Blurred, but who cares. They're still lovely. :) And i love the captions!

I have some with you in too. ;) May have to pass them on...

Eeee! I want to see ~~and hopefully not feel ill when I see what I look like~~.

Kakapo!

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