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WHAT ABOUT THE HANDSOME PEOPLE?

Posted on March 21, 2012 by
Raymond
on the road at
Hay NSW

 

You know when you are alone and your mind goes into crazy places and you think "Thank God no one knows what I am thinking" Well. This is the first of the series of

THANK GOD NO ONE KNOWS WHAT I AM THINKING.

I have never really had the ability to NOT say what I am thinking, maybe it's a form of Terretes without the swearing. Yes that's it. I have a "condition" and all these years I just thought I was incredibly rude. Turns out I needed help.

 

 

Anyway, the cafe in the little country town of Hay where Tommie and I awaited for the flood waters to subside has a huge screen upon which music videos are played. Great stuff. The Best of the Beatles. Old episodes of Countdown. As I tucked into my eggs a 10 song Bee Gees video commenced.

There are two things that immediately strike you when you listen to the Bee Gees. That's if you can put the Hee Bee Gee Bees who did "Meaningless Songs in Very High Voices" out of your mind. [video below]

Firstly, how brilliant the songs are. We can admit it now. I mocked them like everyone else as I sat discussing spirituality or left wing politics but my feet were tapping.

Secondly, how incredibly unattractive they were. It was like dentures meets Homo Sapiens. I know that sounds awful but I warned you.

Suddenly another thought came out of nowhere like one of Maurice Gibb's high pitched screams. How lucky these guys really were. From the moment they leant how to crawl without using their teeth, they must have been aware of the family resemblance to a sabre-toothed tiger. I have never seen pictures of their parents but you could only imagine that they BOTH had buck teeth. No single gene could be THAT dominant.

At no stage then could the Bee Gees rely on their looks. I imagine family meetings where their buck-toothed mother explained the facts of life.

"Boys, if you want to "stay alive" you will need to become incredibly good at something."

"Yes mum" they would reply, the words whistling through their teeth like wind through a desert canyon.

I haven't used Photoshop on the photo above. I didn't need to. The Gibb's teeth were not embarrassingly airbrushed out. They were a SELLING POINT. Note how dejected the non-Gibbs are. Mouths shut tight as if ashamed of their modest molars. In this world size matters.

Not only did the Bee Gees become hugely successful despite their physical limitations [or excesses depending which way you look at it ], they became "sex symbols." Well sort of. In their case it's the attraction of success rather than aesthetics but you still get laid.

Stay with me. Remember this is the THANK GOD NO ONE KNOW WHAT YOU ARE REALLY THINKING section.

We know that everyone's looks fade over time except for the Bee Gees because theirs never existed. Ultimately we all end up looking like mashed zucchini.

Now how can I say this without sounding conceited. I used to be very handsome. I am talking really, really handsome. I pulled more chicks than a hyperactive poultry farmer on speed.

But I, like Blondie and Stevie Nicks, have had my day. My looks are now a vague echo of my past glory, like a faded sign that says "it went that way."

At the age of 59 I have to learn how to live like a plain or ugly person, relying on character and personality rather than a seductive look or a handsome faraway sigh. Quite frankly it's very hard.

From a cafe in Hay I make a plea. Lets have a little sympathy for the handsome people as their faces start to go through the grinder and they face unattractiveness with all the skill of a child on their first day at school.

I didn't ask to be born gorgeous.

No one gave me massive teeth as a life lesson or a voice higher than a swagman's armpit. Now I know what the Gibb's meant when they sang:

I started a joke, which started the whole world crying,
but I didn't see that the joke was on me, oh no.

I started to cry, which started the whole world laughing,
oh, if I'd only seen that the joke was on me.

 

HEEBEE GEEBEES

 
Comments
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Hedley
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Hi Raymomd. I have EXACTLY the same problem. It's tough. Hxx
Raymomd
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No one gives us a thought. You've got a few years left though. Raymond x
Annie Looby
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Oh Raymond... You poor bugger. I have a whole new level of sympathy for all you gorgeous folk. How awful to have to suffer dissolving beauty. I must share this with all my beautiful friends. It will help them to know they are not alone.
Raymond
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Thanks Annie. I think we can develop a support group where we can learn how to live without dazzling looks. Raymond
Hedley
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Thanks for your encouraging words in response to 'my' comment. I take it that the problem 'I' was referring to was my excessive good looks rather than suffering a set of oversized teeth?! Guess I've always got my camping skills to fall back on...
Raymond
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Hi Hedley. Yes .. you, like me, suffer from the condition of "gorgeousness" My condition is in remission while yours is still at its height. R
Margaret Olson
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Oh God... I wish I had inherited the witty gene and not the gorgeous gene. Thank you Raymond for a good belly laugh and think yourself lucky that you inherited both x
Raymond
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Hi Margaret. Thanks for that. It was definitely a blog where I thought I might have gone too far. But hey.. its my blog and I'll go far if I want to... c ya Raymond
julie slade
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OOHH hahahaha Raymond I watched the damn video & all "I could think of "was you singing!!!!!!!the tears are streaming down my face .... by the way I am laughing not crying x
Raymomd
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Hey Julie.. Its hysterical isn't it. I love the bit where they say " and a thousand violins" C ya Raymond
Denise
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Is it better to have been beautiful and lost than to never be beautiful at all? Dx
Raymond
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Beautifully put Denise.. and SO true. Rx
Susan
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Thanks for the laugh Raymond and telling us of your early great looks. I saw 'The best exotic Marigold Hotel' yesterday. It was wonderful to see people on the screen with wrinkles and more than 1 chin, I loved it! I think I actually prefer the old and droopy than the young and handsome.. growing old is kinda cool!
Raymond
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Hi Susan... its just that I haven't grown up very much and its all come as a bit of a shock... Glad you are enjoying the journey. Just back from Tasmania singing with Tony Backhouse and our freind Annie Looby. Raymond
Sandra Kanck
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I do welcome the news from the Heebeegeebees that the world is very very big.
Raymond
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Hi Sandra .. yes .. they are profound. Even more profound than the Bee Gees themselves I think. R
patricia lang
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Great sendup Raymond! LOL
Willyhunsaker
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You are such a hoot!  Yes, I did type hoot.  Really feel your pain!