Celebrity sighting - kind of
Today I saw Hugh Jackman's secret older brother at the Supermarket.
I was at work and had just run in to get some more sandwich rolls and as usual the lines were endless. So I was just standing there in my own little daze, when my eye caught the shoulders right in my line of vision. "Oooh, those are very nice," my inner shoulder-fetichist thought to herself. "Wonder if he works out?" my inner muscle fetichist thought to herself. I then went investigating. I had made it down to his rear end and back up when he presented me with his profile and look! Hugh Jackman's nose! For a second I hallucinated and started calculating the odds of the Jackman himself doing his grocery shopping in Copenhagen on a Thursday afternoon. The hair made me think that he might - dark, shaggy, full and healthy and just like those pictures of him I like so much. But obviously - hello fangirl! - no. Also, his eyes were too dark.
It was ok though, because any question about his workout habits were duly squashed when he reached for his change and demonstrated an impressive set of biceps. And then, the coup de grace: He said "grazie" and I nearly fainted.
All in all, a very satisfying lunchtime ogle, wrapped up in the new knowledge that apparently Hugh has an Italian older brother he either doesn't know about or doesn't mention for whatever reason. The guesswork alone will keep me occupied for days.
I was at work and had just run in to get some more sandwich rolls and as usual the lines were endless. So I was just standing there in my own little daze, when my eye caught the shoulders right in my line of vision. "Oooh, those are very nice," my inner shoulder-fetichist thought to herself. "Wonder if he works out?" my inner muscle fetichist thought to herself. I then went investigating. I had made it down to his rear end and back up when he presented me with his profile and look! Hugh Jackman's nose! For a second I hallucinated and started calculating the odds of the Jackman himself doing his grocery shopping in Copenhagen on a Thursday afternoon. The hair made me think that he might - dark, shaggy, full and healthy and just like those pictures of him I like so much. But obviously - hello fangirl! - no. Also, his eyes were too dark.
It was ok though, because any question about his workout habits were duly squashed when he reached for his change and demonstrated an impressive set of biceps. And then, the coup de grace: He said "grazie" and I nearly fainted.
All in all, a very satisfying lunchtime ogle, wrapped up in the new knowledge that apparently Hugh has an Italian older brother he either doesn't know about or doesn't mention for whatever reason. The guesswork alone will keep me occupied for days.