i'm watching My 45s DVD for the 8th time since i got it today and you know, matt hales is very camp. with his poof hands and velvet suit and gyrating* hips and fondling of the phallic microphone stand.

hey, i'm not complaining. says the girl with the obsession with a certain crazy bald billionaire and his flannel-wearing alien boyfriend. let's not forget oscar wilde's pretty bastard lover. and bloomwood. and andrew (1/3 of evil troika andrew) who, although rightfully belongs with dawn, is, let's face it, so very, very gay (wow. canon homosexuality! trust joss). (lets play a game, kids! how many sets of parentheses can you fit into one sentence?)

*couldn't get the word "gyrating" off the tip of my tongue so i had to google '"ing hips" elvis'.

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matt hales just did a matt hales hand-puppet to himself when he sang "and a genie says open wide".

ETA: the DVD shows a clip of matt hales discovering that his trousers has lost its button. i am therefore forced to stare at his crotch for long moments as the DVD is playing in slo-mo. the colour of his underwear is grey. thought you'd like to know.

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th since 5th october 2001