It’s rare now for me to start the weekend rolling around on the bed, squealing and gasping in complete ecstatic abandon, but today [swipes back of hand across wet mouth] started out just like that.
Since the first series of The Great Pottery Throwdown reenergised and supercharged my lifelong love of ceramics last year, I have also been tending another fire outside the kiln…
Three words: Keith Brymer Jones
A new addition to my elite roster of secret man-crushes. Some people say I have a type…
I love a man of contrast and contradiction. Hard looking with piercing eyes, tough yet tender, creative and a little crazed around the edges… sort of council-estate-got-culture.
I don’t do philistine. I like a gentle god, a thinker and maker, semi-hidden tenderness, emotions that overspill and definitely, definitely, a difficult creative type.
Most of all, I love a man built like a proper man – weathered, preferably hirsute (but stopping pre-gorilla), and with a big Dad bod.
None of those hipster beards on baby faces for me. Skinny jeans on chicken legs and pre-pubescent coat hanger shoulders? Yuck. Shudder.
I want grunt and I want gut. Fat neck, furrowed brow = ravish me now.
Turning a slight blind-eye to the hairdo, as well as being on type, Keith ticks even more boxes for me. Lives in Whitstable, one of my favourite places; makes and loves ceramics, one of my favourite pastimes and passions… dreamy.
Don’t go channelling those sloppy bullshit scenes from Ghost though, that’s not the vibe; watch him slap a fresh lump of clay into shape and imagine it’s your arse. Now you get me?
Three more words: spoof music videos. Insanely amazing. I proper squawked with joy.
My fervour possibly means that I am a little biased but I think they should have more views. Watch them, starting here: