Ron Jeremy
While I sat downstairs last night, sipping a cup of Lem-Sip before going to bed (bit of a sore throat), I happened to watch a programme on Ron Jeremy, the world's most famous porn star.
For those of you who don't know, Jeremy is a fat, hairy little bloke with a relaxed penis that measures nine and three quarter inches. What it is erect, I don't know.
He's starred in over 1000 porn films, making love with some of the sexiest women in the world.
Many men would be jealous. Many men ARE jealous. Both at the size of his penis and the fact that he shags so many gorgeous women.
But as I watched, and it was only for 15 minutes until I turned it off, I found myself becoming quite sad. This guy has no life. He has no family. He goes home to an empty house every night, admitting at one point that he just didn't want to go home because it scared him a little to be on his own.
It reminded me of the Fiesta girls.
When I lived in Portugal, twice a year the Fiesta girls would come down for a photo-shoot. They'd take pictures of them against a backdrop of Portuguese cliffs and rocks and the ocean, and a few months later we'd see them in the magazine, priding ourselves on the fact that we "knew them". In other words we'd probably bought them a drink one drunken night.
They always drank in my mate Val's bar. Val is a mischievous black guy from Tottenham who just can't leave the ladies alone. He's a good pal and we've known each other several years now. His bar, Valentine's (surprisingly), used to be THE happening place on the Algarve.
The Fiesta girls were wild! Most nights they'd end up completely wasted, dancing, stripping and even performing lesbian acts over the pool table. Val would go spare, rushing to shut down the blinds before the local GNR drove by. A holiday town gives birth to a relaxed atmosphere, and I'm sure you can imagine the scene.
However, one night I happened to notice one of the girls who'd earlier been "putting on a show" standing to the side. Nobody was paying any attention to her. And she just looked so lost. I honestly wanted to go up and give her a cuddle, but knew that would be misinterpreted.
It saddened me at the time, and watching Ron Jeremy saddened me last night.
Does that make sense?