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Jul. 24th, 2006 01:25 pmOverheard in my garden:
t'8: David Beckham is the most famous player! He's as famous as Coca Cola!
t'8's mate: As Coca-Cola???!!!
t'8: Yes, and that's because he's in a famous club and he's rich.
t'8's mate: Is he really rich?
t'8: Yes, he gets like a thousand pounds a week! And in a year that is... I don't even know how many weeks there are in a year!!
I caved in. Using t'8 as an alibi, I bought the official Arsenal magazine (for him) and then, er, the magazine WSC (with the dreadfully embarrassing sub-title The Half Decent Football Magazine -- incorrectly punctuated, what's more, because 'half decent' should surely be hyphenated) for myself.
What's more: while making pancakes, I stood at the stove with my eyes glued to the thing!
It's quite a novelty for me. It's the first time I'm involved in a slashy fandom where the thing that is being fanned is actually of intrinsic interest to me. I mean, even at the height of Orli/Dom lust, I was never so deluded as to think that a) these men could actually act, b) that screen-acting is a terribly fantastic and skill-involving profession instead of the mouthing of other, marginally more interesting people's scripts), c) that their lives and vocations at all mattered to anyone beyond OK magazine (even the slashers care not for the real lives, only for the slash potential, and will happily edit out any real-life tedium, such as, lor' cover up my eyes, proof of heterosexuality<).
But football? Billions care! And care so much that politics get involved and big money and global issues! Plus these people actually have a skill I love to watch. And the whole game thing interests me beyond the slash potential (I know! liek wtf 1111 @-@) bizarre as it may sound but, those who've known me for a few years, remember that I get molto excited about teh Fussball, *g*). Also, it's so international, I love that! And not the elitist rich-countries-of-the-world Anglophone affair of third-rate actors or TV shows. This is what sucked me into football to begin with in a big way, back in 1990, Cameroon et cetera (you've heard me hold forth about this). Today, for example, I sat in Caffé Nero and perused the Gazzetta Sportiva in Italian; so not only do I keep up with the global fandom but I also get to hone my foreign-language skills!
Hoho, I'm gonna learn me Portuguese yet. And this, circularly, will come in useful for (hah, guess what) my HP opus! Because some of that is set in São Paulo!!!).
It doesn't look as if the obsession is going to wear off anytime soon, does it? This is the combo, I think, of pre-existing football lust + t'sons coming on-stream + The Power of Slash (I know the players more on an individual level than ever before...)
t'8: David Beckham is the most famous player! He's as famous as Coca Cola!
t'8's mate: As Coca-Cola???!!!
t'8: Yes, and that's because he's in a famous club and he's rich.
t'8's mate: Is he really rich?
t'8: Yes, he gets like a thousand pounds a week! And in a year that is... I don't even know how many weeks there are in a year!!
I caved in. Using t'8 as an alibi, I bought the official Arsenal magazine (for him) and then, er, the magazine WSC (with the dreadfully embarrassing sub-title The Half Decent Football Magazine -- incorrectly punctuated, what's more, because 'half decent' should surely be hyphenated) for myself.
What's more: while making pancakes, I stood at the stove with my eyes glued to the thing!
It's quite a novelty for me. It's the first time I'm involved in a slashy fandom where the thing that is being fanned is actually of intrinsic interest to me. I mean, even at the height of Orli/Dom lust, I was never so deluded as to think that a) these men could actually act, b) that screen-acting is a terribly fantastic and skill-involving profession instead of the mouthing of other, marginally more interesting people's scripts), c) that their lives and vocations at all mattered to anyone beyond OK magazine (even the slashers care not for the real lives, only for the slash potential, and will happily edit out any real-life tedium, such as, lor' cover up my eyes, proof of heterosexuality<).
But football? Billions care! And care so much that politics get involved and big money and global issues! Plus these people actually have a skill I love to watch. And the whole game thing interests me beyond the slash potential (I know! liek wtf 1111 @-@) bizarre as it may sound but, those who've known me for a few years, remember that I get molto excited about teh Fussball, *g*). Also, it's so international, I love that! And not the elitist rich-countries-of-the-world Anglophone affair of third-rate actors or TV shows. This is what sucked me into football to begin with in a big way, back in 1990, Cameroon et cetera (you've heard me hold forth about this). Today, for example, I sat in Caffé Nero and perused the Gazzetta Sportiva in Italian; so not only do I keep up with the global fandom but I also get to hone my foreign-language skills!
Hoho, I'm gonna learn me Portuguese yet. And this, circularly, will come in useful for (hah, guess what) my HP opus! Because some of that is set in São Paulo!!!).
It doesn't look as if the obsession is going to wear off anytime soon, does it? This is the combo, I think, of pre-existing football lust + t'sons coming on-stream + The Power of Slash (I know the players more on an individual level than ever before...)