I'm a Page 3 Stunner
I picked up a copy of Redbrick, (the university newspaper, not a Marxist tract as my mum thought) a couple of weeks ago and was surprised to find this on page three.
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Yes, that's me in the background, losing a chapatti race, to a girl. (I think it's my arm in the side pictures too.) Fortunately, the picture is too small for you to see the strained expression on my face as I struggled to catch up after dropping my chapatti for the second time.
posted by Rowland @ 3:00 pm
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7 Comments:
Oh my!!! You are a stunner indeed! And to think that I never knew. I've been missing out.
You never knew? I imagine you've never met me, otherwise you'd have been aware of my stunning potential.
Oh, I have met you all right. I just never knew. Call me "budallaqe" if you like. But, I never knew. Not until yesterday, that is. Now I know. I won't forget. I'll never look at you in the same way again. But, then again, maybe I'll never look at you again...hmmm...
Not so much a page 3 stunner, one might argue, as a man with a frying pan chasing very desperately after a page 3 stunner. But no less stunning for all that.
There's no additional shame in losing to a girl, is there? That was just an extra detail you put in, right?
budallaqe,
I've never met anyone of that name. And I'm not very comfortable with the idea of you looking at me in new ways, (though I appreciate your effort in reading and commenting on my blog) please refrain from staring should we meet (again).
Pete,
That's a very amusing way of looking at it, sounds like something Benny Hill would have done, chasing a woman with a frying pan. (It's convenient to forget that the girl - we'll call her Anna, for that is her name - is also holding a frying pan)
You're right, in these enlightened times, there is no shame in losing a race with a girl. If I were really ashamed, I wouldn't have put the picture up for you all to see. I might also say that a third person was involved in the race but he was so far behind that he didn't appear in the picture.
If the third person is so far behind that "he" (why didn't you say a girl? is there little to brag about in beating a girl? do you think the girl won because she was more experienced in kitchen things?) isn't in the picture, then who is the person who is in the picture, standing below the arches like an evil genius or the grim spectre of something-or-other, watching, as if to say,
"Look at them. Look at them run with their silly frying pans. If only they knew..."?
On other matters, I think that anyone who knows what 'budallaqe' means, on top of the english language, surely mustn't be it. A 'grua me edukatë', more likely.
I didn't say a girl because, as far as I'm aware, Philip is not a girl, he's certainly not very feminine. Maybe I should challenge him to come clean when I see him/her next. And he really isn't in the picture, we had to run around the arch so he's probably out of sight behind the arch somewhere.
Anna was more experienced than us because she'd run the race several times before, she was prepared for the strong wind that blew away my chipatti when I tried to toss it.
As for the shadowy figure, it's interesting that you refer to him as an 'evil genius'. It's Nicolas Lo Polito, our Italian chaplain - that is, our Anglican chaplain who happens to be Italian, not the leader of a secret Italian sect, though he may be that too.
If the photo were clearer, you would also see Captain Chair and Bridge Boy his assistant in their super hero outfits behind the 'evil genius'. If only they'd known he was right under their noses. (Captain Chair was running for the Guil Council, I think he got 185 votes in the end, not enough to win.)
Do you think Budallaqe's friends are having a bit of a joke by giving him/her a ridiculous name in their exotic language?
If we're going to start randomly writing in other languages, Geef mijn rubberen kip terug!
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