Actually, and I must go to bed because I've had far to much to drink and am feeling way to schmoozy. The most romantic TV scene I've
ever seen is that one in Phenomenon where she shaves John Travlota near the kitchen sink when he thinks he's lost the plot and he's let himself go. No sex, no overt sexuality, just this lovely, tender, caring scene where she's concerned that he's not the man he should be and slowly slivers away the layers of neglect. Or maybe she's just sick of pash rash. Just Lovely. What's you're fave romantic scene . . . moment?
Drunken blogging is a bit of a bad idea ...
ReplyDeleteYou'd know . . .
ReplyDeleteAs do we!
ReplyDeleteNo worries mate, is what I think you Aussies say. :)
I'm glad to hear you don't have a bit of a headache....chuckle, yuk, yuk, snorkle, guffaw, tee hee, guffaw
:)
Big Kiss!!
:)
We certainly do. And thanks for the feigned sympathy! No headache, I choose my poison carefully. Had the fearful alcoholic thirsts though . . thank God for Apple and Raspberry cordial, rehydrates the brain! (You're in a good mood!)
ReplyDeleteI'm a chick (well an old boiler), I'm allowed to get schmoozy sometimes
:)
Of course I'd know - but I don't need drink to be a crazy fucker ....
ReplyDeleteI've noticed . . .or are you insinuating that I'm a crazy fucker when I drink . . .? I think I killed some brain cells or maybe it's just a Monday thing.
ReplyDeleteAnd Brian what's with the Big kiss biz . . are you trying to give me virtual pash rash?
ReplyDeleteNope, just saying that I am a crazy fucker - 80% crazy according to the irish Crazy Council.
ReplyDeleteAnd Brian hits on every womanhe's never met before - must be a midlife crisis thing.
Awww . . and I thought I was spesh.
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