I’ve been belatedly catching up on the latest series of Rake and I find myself gazing at Cleaver Greene and thinking: I’d go there.
I mean, hello? He’s an alcoholic loser. What’s THAT weird crush all about?
The line that had me swooning during the latest episode was when a young chickie-babe came onto him in a bar and he wistfully asked: “I don’t suppose you brought your mum along.”
And I thought – that’s not really what you expect to hear a 50-year-old bachelor say … mind you, it’s what they bloody well should be saying, instead of chasing twenty-year-old tail like so often happens.
Still, that can’t just be it. I think it has to be his brain. Well, what’s left of it after all those drugs. I’m definitely a brains girl. Not a worthy, earnest brains girl. I like my smarts delivered with wit and humour.
Mind you, Richard Roxborough is in pretty good nick for a 50-year-old. Actually, as I’ve previously mentioned in a blog called 50-Year-Old Men Are Really Hot: “50-year-old men don’t look like 50-year-old men any more. Remember being twentysomething and thinking 50-year-olds looked like grandpas? You wouldn’t have shagged one in a pink fit.”
Yep, 50-year-old men are definitely my speed these days.
So I think I quite fancy a Richard Roxborough/Cleaver Greene type … without the alcoholic loser bit …
Know anyone who fits the description?