Rávo's World

With love

An exciting exciting post should be happening rather soon. But right now, I only have one thing to say:

To the love of my life,

Today is the day to celebrate love, romance and affection, and I just want to dedicate an entry to proclaiming just how much I love and adore you.

You have picked me up so many times when I have fallen down, and I will never forget even one of those times. You are everything I could ever ask for and you are the most gorgeous thing alive.

I know this is a very difficult time for you, but this time it is my turn to offer the hand to pick you up, and I promise not to let you down.

Happy Valentine's Day

With all my love,
Rávo

Better

I'm aware that I'm running the risk of turning this blog into some kind of pseudo-political soapbox, for which I apologise greatly. Normal service of drooling, slurping and chattering on about Francisco Bosch's peachy backside will be resumed shortly. However, I just had to say something about Boyzone's new video!

Day-ummmm.

But also...what took you so long? Statistically, I'm sure a randomly chosen singer in a boyband is far more likely to prefer the sight of naked men than, say, a male investment banker, mechanic or chef is. Rather like randomly chosen people from other careers such as dancers and tailors, in fact...

And yet prior to now, boybands have been universally featured in heterosexual relationships in their music videos, smooching with the laydees. Which is fine, if they like that. But if they don't...who are we kidding here?

Boyzone, having a gay singer and much less to lose than your average starting-out boyband, were pretty much ideally placed to break the public into this idea that when you line five pretty boys up in pinstripe suits and have them croon about sweet love and roses and kisses, they're probably not all imagining Keira Knightley whilst they're doing it. I wholeheartedly applaud them! It was hot. The male model was lovely, Stephen looked adorable, and although I'm not convinced about the actual song, I'm sure I can watch it with the sound off whilst playing something more to my personal tastes. I'm sure if you like that kind of thing, the lady bits were hot too! I'm also glad that the female actresses were age-appropriate - it would have been just creepy had they all been early-twenties types, but they were beautiful, mature ladies and it was much classier.

Should you wish to see the video, the BBC have put it on their site. Enjoy.

Congratulations Boyzone! May your single go triple-platinum! And may your future videos be even gayer and even steamer!

Hugs and adoring smoochies,
Rávo

Liverpool

It never would even have occurred to me to go to Liverpool before now.

Except that the most lovely Francisco Bosch has been cast in a lead role in the ENB's performance of The Sleeping Beauty on the afternoon of 27th November!

Funny what urges crushes can give you. Like the urge to be in Liverpool on the afternoon of 27th November.

Can I go? Please please please please please can I go?

No?

Pretty please?

*sulk* Fine, then. We'll just have to hope that he wows the audience so spectacularly that he's cast into a performance in London that I can go to then, won't we?

Until casting information is published, I am sulking. Yes, even though I am still the happiest boi in the world. I can be the happiest sulking boi in the world.

Hugs and kisses (as long as you get me tickets to see Fran),
Rávo

Happy day

Today, Ladies and Gentlemen, has been one of the happiest days in my life, ever.

There is very little that beats the feeling of trusting someone completely and utterly, and knowing they do the same to you, and seeing solid, tangible proof of that dedication right there in your hand.

Love you, Brannon.

Hugs and kisses,
Rávo

Soho Hummus Bros

Happily married though I may be, I am most certainly not blind, so although I feel guilty for allowing it to happen, occasionally there are beautiful people who catch my eye and there is little I can do about it.

And at present, I have to admit that one of the waiters at the Soho branch of Hummus Bros gives me the warm tinglies whenever I go in there and find him on duty. Something about that cheeky smile, eagerness to please, and come-to-bed eyes. What a darling.

I think I do a reasonably good job of not staring...

But when he wears a belt with "Hi baby!" on the buckle, one's gaze inevitably keeps gravitating back to the crotch area.

I think there will always be a little adolescent lurking within me. I am a bad Rávo sometimes...

Hugs and kisses,
Rávo

I think I should be ashamed of myself

I think I may just have crossed into the category normally reserved for Trekkies and stamp collectors. I'm not normally the type to be regarded as a "sad geek" - after all, I do not, thankfully, live with my mother, and my grooming routine typically takes an hour in the morning and at least another hour each night. Not stereotypically geeky, I am told.

However...I have recently done something that marks me out as a true geek. Or perhaps just a true fanboi...

I spent £12 on a DVD, purely because it contained around 1 second of footage of Francisco Bosch.

And then I played back the relevant clips at one-sixteenth speed to make sure I did not miss a single frame with him in.

Am I sad, or am I sad?

Incidentally, Kenneth Branagh's The Magic Flute is a very cute DVD. The CGI is a bit...flaky...but the overall product is sweet. For various reasons I find most opera lyrics completely incomprehensible (especially sopranos), so Wikipedia came in handy, but as long as I knew what was going on, I thoroughly enjoyed it.

Hugs and kisses and Francisco-related squeeing,
Rávo

Bollywood and Vine

After I saw The Curse of King Tut's Tomb I wondered if it was even possible for a movie worse than that to actually exist.

Then I rented Bollywood and Vine.

And ohhhhhh, it is.

Never before have I found the experience of watching a movie to be genuinely physically painful. Never have I had the urge to down several glassfuls of Jägermeister (NB: I didn't. I just wanted to. Rávo's World blog promotes responsible drinking).

The plot was so shaky it must have measured at least a 6.2. The acting was non-existent. The dialogue was wobbly.

On the plus side, Bhuvan and Devin (who had the idea of giving both lead boys two-syllable names with a v in the middle and an n at the end anyway?) are raaather cute. It's just a pity they didn't spend more time...um...wrestling on the floor like the horny beasties they clearly were.

I spent most of it in fits of giggles, though much of the time it was only 10% amusement at the film, and 90% incredulity that something could hurt sooooo much.

Would I see it again? Of course, with the right company. And some comfort food.

Hugs and kisses,
Rávo

Test post

Test post.

This blog has been developing a bad attitude recently. I am hoping that either it will fix itself, or else I will work out what is wrong. Bah.

Hugs and kisses,
Rávo

SQUEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!

Nina's Heavenly Delights DVD ordered.

Yes, I know that waiting a mere week will bring the price down by another £2, and waiting two months will bring the price down to a fiver, but I couldn't wait!!!!

I'm so excited!

Hugs and kisses,
Rávo

The Curse of King Tut's Tomb

Ordering it from America was clearly the way to go. It arrived within a sensible amount of time. We spent a few weeks gazing longingly at it before deciding that since the computer won't last forever, and there is no point having 4 changes of DVD region code if we never use them, we might as well flip to Region 1 and watch it.

So we did. And what an experience! Officially, it is the worse movie I have ever seen. Including Sky High.

I am not sure what was worse - the bit where they wanted to use a canary to test the air in a tomb, and someone appeared with a budgerigar, or the fact that the archaeologists did not even cotton on to the fact that the insignia in the back of King Tut's death mask had been scratched in twenty four hours before with a penknife.

However, King Tut himself made it all worth it. Oh yes! I think I love the Ancient Egyptians, if nothing else for their penchant for wearing extraordnarily little but kohl. Those eyes... Oh, those eyes! I could happily have become a Rávo-puddle in the bottom of them. As for the fight scenes - I could tell why they cast a dancer (even if he turned his back on Seth at least once). Twirling and leaping, very elegant, worked for a sort of celestial thing. The wings were cute, but at one point looked like they were attached to his wrists with invisible thread, which was a bit bizarre.

Spoken Ancient Egptian highly entertaining.

I think I need to see this a few more times, just to boggle!

There is possibility of ice-skating tomorrow. If this happens, I will write a full report on the spectacle!

Hugs and kisses,
Rávo

Nina's Heavenly Delights

Best movie of 2006. Without a doubt.

What more could I want? Food, dancing, pretty boys, adorable lesbians, cute boys in drag (and/or pink trousers)... Mmmm!

Bobbi, how I love thee.

Fran, I loved you even before this. Now, I love you more.

I want the DVD.
And Bobbi's underpants.

Hugs and kisses,
Rávo

PS I am making a new category for "movies". Will amend earlier entries accordingly.

Good news in terms of books. And cravings.

The Persian Boy has finally put in an appearance, somewhat rather late. Am not impressed, but it is here now, and makes for rather good reading.

Also, I have a great urge to tour wedding shops after getting to ogle some truly divine wedding dresses whilst in Basel. They were absolutely gorgeous and made the whole experience endlessly exciting. I do love weddings!!

Anyone wishing to tour wedding shops with me, please e-mail on ravo at fluffydragon.co.uk. Please? I will be your friend and brush your hair and hold your hand!

Hugs and kisses,
Rávo

The Persian Boy was ordered today, I am reliably told.

In other news, I am going to make cryptic comments.
Namely: Beautiful divas should be seen and not heard. And preferably kept on a collar and leash and house-trained properly.

I have heard that making cryptic comments on one's blog is drama-queenish. But that is just fine, as I demonstrably am a drama-queen, and rather proud of it.

*smirk*

Hugs and kisses,
Rávo