Beauty and The Geek

Years ago, when I exporting diamonds for a living and trying to find myself I suppose, I had a co worker I was very chummy with. He was like a 25 year old Peter Kay – chubby, dishevelled and very dry and funny. That place was as boring as hell to work at but we entertained eachother by laughing at other people there for many months. He was about as northern as you can get and had ended up in the Leicester after following his girlfriend there while she studied. The girlfriend was equally chubby and cheerful and they seemed happy and well suited. When she finsihed her course they headed back up north and bought a house together close to their families. That was 5 years ago.

About a year ago I got a friend request on facebook from a name I well remembered but a face……..Peter Kay had a makeover, lost several stone, discovered fake tan, topman and had taken up residence at Toni and Guy. I was quite stunned. not in a good way. Relationship status – single, but soon replaced by a conveyor belt of page 3 stunna type girlfriends with major hair extensions and plastic boobs.

I had a trawl through his pictures the other day, no family, friends, fun like most people but a plethora of wannabe male model pouting poses – the one with the Beckham style leather jacket with nothing underneath made me laugh the most. All I could think of was the film Zoolander – and blue steel!!

And then I read his status from a few weeks ago….’there must be more to life than being really really ridiculously good looking’. I nearly wee’d .And wondered about post ironic irony.