Separated at Birth

You don’t get many Clives these days do you?

There’s good old Clive James and then there’s …deep breaths … Clive Owen. Me and Clive (Owen) go back years. He was Chancer on TV. There was a wonderful movie called ‘Close my Eyes’ about Incest (all in the best possible taste). I have it on Video and watch it often.

I also lusted after him in ‘Closer’ and ‘Croupier’.

Recently he seems to have been looking at me from the side of every double decker bus that crawls along Oxford Road. He looks even more mean and macho than usual in the ads for that film ‘Children of Men’. Must go and see it.

When you start a blog and fill in your profile, it takes a few minutes and then you just forget it. I still like Sean Penn, though he’s gone a bit quiet recently. But what about Richard Gere? I think I must have been pre-menstrual when I saw ‘Officer and a Gentleman’ because (untypically) I cried buckets. I loved him in ‘Yanks’, he was sexy in ‘Breathless’ and a good baddie in ‘Internal Affairs'.

But recently - NO. So he goes and Clive takes his place.

But, here’s the interesting bit. Look at the photos I found on Google.
Separated at birth or what?

Does this confirm the theory that we all have a ‘type’. They both have small eyes, big nose, full mouth and manly jaw.


Not unlike my other great love - Thierry.

Oh and there’s ‘Clive’ Anderson as well.
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