Belle De Nos Jours

I know I’m leering, but my god Billie Piper is sexy as Belle De Jour. And I know I’ve mentioned this before, but as my post below suggests, I’m notably lacking in women in my life. So I’m stealing cheap thrills from attractive women on the flickering screen, and Billie is the most gorgeous there is. She’s superb in the role too, all knowing sexuality and earthiness, combined with absolutely breathtaking sexiness and a certain vulnerability. I saw her on the stage once, acting alongside her new husband (the lucky swine), and her understated performance was’nt sufficiently stagey – She’s a TV girl, and wow, she’s good. 

Women

I’m single right now. I’ve slept alone for 62 nights and felt every last one. I have no significant other, I touch no-one and no-one touches me (apart from the woman I met at Vauxhall Station in last Friday’s strange episode – check it out below).

Despite this, women still warm my days. I feel a visceral pleasure when I meet an attractive woman. I feel it when watching TV. I’ve been transfixed by Billie Piper as Belle Du Jour. I look at her gorgeous exaggerated features and absurdly sexy body and just luxuriate in this virtual and vicarious pleasure. I’m like a cat squirming in a shaft of sunlight and for a moment, I’m blissfully happy.