In case you have never heard of him, here is a clip of his show 'Clive James on Television'. It's worth watching just to hear his voice and I'm sure you'll know what I mean by 'slightly sleazy'
Sunday, 14 February 2010
Australian Daddy hits the spot
Growing up, one of the men I was most fascinated by (read 'masturbating about') was Clive James. There was just something about this guy that had me excusing myself to go to the bathroom for a quick spot of 'gentleman's relief'. Obviously, the deep, intelligent Australian accent was a big factor as well as his chubby frame. But I think what got me most of all was the combination of the ill-fitting blue polyester suits (he had enough money to get a better look than that) and the incredibly sexy smile. Despite being a brilliant TV critic, author, poet etc etc, all that really came across was that he appeared slightly filthy - sleazy. He exuded a sort of sleazy charm and confidence that just made me melt and would have you believe he would have bedded anyone that came on his chat show. Now I do have to say, this is all the imaginings of my furtive mind because he is probably a very nice and respectable man. He just doesn't come across that way. Anyway, I prefer the kinky, sordid version. He is getting on in years and a little past his best but I'd still do him in a heartbeat. But back in the 80's and 90's he was gorgeous - the tight light blue shirts with the tight cheap trousers and jacket that in no way would ever have buttoned up. I remember being so disappointed when he did one of his 'Postcards from...' travelogue shows (it may have been Japan) and he had to get into a hot spring naked. The camera panned so far back that you could see the whole of the country. I bet he had a really nice round ass as well, and nice low hangers - stop fucking judging me - I'm in the zone now. Excuse me while I nip to the toilet.