Movie Models know how to use AK47s!
Feb. 24th, 2003 09:17 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
lady_t_220OK, I seem to have got away with removing all the scary softwear that leaps out at you and goes Raargh! whenever you turn the computer on... *shakes fist at Imesh*
Everyone else is at work this morning and that's also unfortunately where I'll be heading tomorrow. Still feel a little bit ropey but I can't afford to sap any more days off. Anyway, I need to go in and collect last week's money.
And apologise to Rachel for leaving her in the drink on a Friday.
Fridays are always hellacious busy... all 14 rooms to strip and change as well as bottom. It takes fucking long enough when there's 2 of us... -_-;
Still running a temperature. Woke up in a big puddle of sweat, and when I say puddle I mean that in a literal sense. Undersheet was wet through in a patch exactly the shape of my back. It was still damned early though, so ended up flinging a towel over it and going back to sleep for a while. Ended up with toweling imprints all over my butt, but that's preferable to sleeping on the wet bit. It's a good job I don't sleep with anyone. I can imagine that nightsweats are not the most appealing of things you can do in bed. :p
Ohh, saw a really REALLY bad movie the other day. Well, the last 20 minutes of it anyway. I don't know what it was, but it was on C5 and had a big boat being taken over by some loony sea-captain and a bunch of hostage supermodel/miss world types and one viggo-a-like to help rescue them all with the assisitance of the butch/moody model. They have UST. It was most amusing. It was also very funny how a bunch of supermodels all instinctively knew how to weild semi-automatic weapons. I guess shopping at Prada must be a bloodthirsty business.
So anyway, proof if proof were neccesary that I've been reading too much, the point where I surfed onto this movie Viggo-a-like was handcuffed to a bulkhead and Macho!Model (the one with whom they have the blazingly obvious UST) comes down to rescue him. She crouches down, shakes him about a bit to wake him up and withdraws the cuff key from her bra with a slightly strange look on her face.
The first through that crossed my mind was "she's gonna' make him WORK for that key..." *nudge nudge, wink wink, say no more*
I mean, this is channel 5 after all, home of the poorly-constructed erotic drama, and this certainly counted under the poorly constructed part...
But sadly it was not to be. Well not directly anyway. It cut to the grizzled seacaptain who just had a bunch of models shot and then goes back to our UST couple as they bound up the stairs from the bowels of the ship.
Trust me, anything could have happened in that cut sequence.
So anyway, blah de blah, on it goes. Turns out Macho!Model is also handily an expert in many things including computers. They rig something or other that the grizzled seacaptain wants to steal so that it'll explode if he takes it off the ship.
Grizzled seacaptain manages to get hold of a model with no shirt on (white padded bra... fashion statement?) and takes her in the little escape boat with him along with exploding computer thing.
Other models gather on the sides of the ship to watch without compassion as one of their own gets turned into minced sharkbait along with grizzled seacaptain.
So anyway, the end, they all sit upon the docks, viggo-a-like and the models, and viggo-a-like gives macho!model that big sloppy kiss we've been expecting since this whole sorry affair started, issued with some kind of non-verbal "come and find me if you want the rest" type of air.
Which duly she does, handily knowing EXACTLY which brothel he'll decide to go into and getting the madame to switch her with the usual hooker (where the hell is this? Amsterdam...?)
Not that Viggo-a-like seems to notice much. I don't even think his facial features managed to register surprise he was so quick to leap and start shagging like bunnies while the credits ran.
So anyway, I still say she made him work for the keys to those cuffs. It also planted a very bad PWP idea in my head but I'll try to get over it. I should also go find the Radio Times and try to figure out what the hell I was watching.
Everyone else is at work this morning and that's also unfortunately where I'll be heading tomorrow. Still feel a little bit ropey but I can't afford to sap any more days off. Anyway, I need to go in and collect last week's money.
And apologise to Rachel for leaving her in the drink on a Friday.
Fridays are always hellacious busy... all 14 rooms to strip and change as well as bottom. It takes fucking long enough when there's 2 of us... -_-;
Still running a temperature. Woke up in a big puddle of sweat, and when I say puddle I mean that in a literal sense. Undersheet was wet through in a patch exactly the shape of my back. It was still damned early though, so ended up flinging a towel over it and going back to sleep for a while. Ended up with toweling imprints all over my butt, but that's preferable to sleeping on the wet bit. It's a good job I don't sleep with anyone. I can imagine that nightsweats are not the most appealing of things you can do in bed. :p
Ohh, saw a really REALLY bad movie the other day. Well, the last 20 minutes of it anyway. I don't know what it was, but it was on C5 and had a big boat being taken over by some loony sea-captain and a bunch of hostage supermodel/miss world types and one viggo-a-like to help rescue them all with the assisitance of the butch/moody model. They have UST. It was most amusing. It was also very funny how a bunch of supermodels all instinctively knew how to weild semi-automatic weapons. I guess shopping at Prada must be a bloodthirsty business.
So anyway, proof if proof were neccesary that I've been reading too much, the point where I surfed onto this movie Viggo-a-like was handcuffed to a bulkhead and Macho!Model (the one with whom they have the blazingly obvious UST) comes down to rescue him. She crouches down, shakes him about a bit to wake him up and withdraws the cuff key from her bra with a slightly strange look on her face.
The first through that crossed my mind was "she's gonna' make him WORK for that key..." *nudge nudge, wink wink, say no more*
I mean, this is channel 5 after all, home of the poorly-constructed erotic drama, and this certainly counted under the poorly constructed part...
But sadly it was not to be. Well not directly anyway. It cut to the grizzled seacaptain who just had a bunch of models shot and then goes back to our UST couple as they bound up the stairs from the bowels of the ship.
Trust me, anything could have happened in that cut sequence.
So anyway, blah de blah, on it goes. Turns out Macho!Model is also handily an expert in many things including computers. They rig something or other that the grizzled seacaptain wants to steal so that it'll explode if he takes it off the ship.
Grizzled seacaptain manages to get hold of a model with no shirt on (white padded bra... fashion statement?) and takes her in the little escape boat with him along with exploding computer thing.
Other models gather on the sides of the ship to watch without compassion as one of their own gets turned into minced sharkbait along with grizzled seacaptain.
So anyway, the end, they all sit upon the docks, viggo-a-like and the models, and viggo-a-like gives macho!model that big sloppy kiss we've been expecting since this whole sorry affair started, issued with some kind of non-verbal "come and find me if you want the rest" type of air.
Which duly she does, handily knowing EXACTLY which brothel he'll decide to go into and getting the madame to switch her with the usual hooker (where the hell is this? Amsterdam...?)
Not that Viggo-a-like seems to notice much. I don't even think his facial features managed to register surprise he was so quick to leap and start shagging like bunnies while the credits ran.
So anyway, I still say she made him work for the keys to those cuffs. It also planted a very bad PWP idea in my head but I'll try to get over it. I should also go find the Radio Times and try to figure out what the hell I was watching.
