HALLELUJAH

The Teddy Bear knows my NAME!

*swoon*

(Hottie McAussie is absent, hence overjoy at this occurence.)

On a separate note, much has yet to be blogged on the French Photog. Fotog?! And the "oh no he didn't" incident(s). More anon.

RIP Hair

I wonder how many women in the office are silently mourning the bad haircut.

Thanks a lot McAussie's barber, you just made this week a bit more unbearable. *sob*




ps. has bad haircut affected his trademark stride? and is it just a mean visual illusion that his crisp pink shirt suddenly looks a little...dorky?

Cuckoo

If I Twittered or Tweeted or whatever bird call one is meant to make these days, I'd have done so yesterday to say "It's just too short". Hottie McAussie has done the dirty - on his lovely, luscious locks.

I feel betrayed.

Realised...

I've literally just worked out part of the Hottie McAussie charm as he was walking in the direction of our desk (unfortunately he didn't make it all the way over) - he's quite short, but he has this incredibly manly walk. He STRIDES, in quite a Mr Darcy way, with purpose, with direction.

Mmmmm.

Seen

It's a public holiday, so even the higher-ups are dressed down. Hottie McAussie was just seen sporting a rather hip, youthful (but not mutton-as-lamb, or whatever the male equivalent is) get-up of jeans and top-button-undone shirt. Weely says it's lilac. I'd prefer a more manly description, but pastel is pastel is pastel. But it was all good.

My favourite dressed-down oldie isn't in. The cutie patootie leader of the (online) pack doesn't have to work public holidays, but I'm fairly sure his jeans/probably-black shirt combo will be worthy of note tomorrow, bless him. Something about shaved heads, too, that just... OOH.

Yeah, not so much with the inspiring work tasks today.

teddy bear

You know there’s hot man drought when you start crushing on old-man-personalities.

Take Graham. He’s (oh, how should America put it) big-boned. Chubby. Could probably eat me and Wee alive (plus a few ginger snaps). Apparently not very generous with his cookies but would probably eat Wee's fishy bits any day (wow, I'm shocking).

But lately I find myself obsessively thinking “aaaawww” at every bumbling thing he does and says. I mean, can’t you see him aged 5, hiding in the corner? Awww..

Or maybe my maternal clock's just ticking.

Lust is...

So I'm sitting at my desk, listening to Lionel Richie's All Night Long (possibly one of the greatest ever party tracks. Ever. Hmm, also by an older guy, there appears to be a theme ...), and Weely sends an urgent MSN: "Hottie McAussie - he sounds like that Paul Hogan".

I see what she means. Very strong Aussie accent. Which, on Paul Hogan, is quite gross and turn-offish.

Somehow it doesn't make Hottie McAussie - who, incidentally, is wearing a very hot black pinstripe suit today with a crisp white shirt and wide black tie, which really shouldn't work, but DOES - any less hot.

Saving grace

Stuck at work until late last night, the only thing that kept me going was the possibility of an Hot Old Man (HMO) sighting. Just as I was giving up all hope - and fending off attacks on the snack basket by the wannabe office stud (do your shirt up, I don't need to see your chest toupee), there he was: Hottie McAussie (who, Dolly has been told, has a stutter - even cuter), like a vision from a better place. Then he got closer, so his body was no longer hidden by stacks of paper on desks - and he was in a burnt orange V-neck sweater. Asian + orange, even of the burnt variety, is never a good mix.

Luckily he was wearing really, REALLY good jeans. Mmmm.

where did all the old men go?

11:45am and not a single old man crush sighting. They’re probably all at Wanchai attending some conference on being hot. Sigh. Friday or not, it has been a rather dull morning.