Crush A G-D

I have a girly crush. It’s not love, or even lust exactly but a 15 year old’s crush.

It must be his crisp intelligence and his love of a subject I am passionate about myself; art.

His rich voice commands me to listen. He is the anti-Sewell.

7 Responses to “Crush A G-D”

  1. menace Says:

    I don’t know this whelp of whom you speak, but I like my art critics condescending, ridiculous and iconoclastic. As far as I’m concerned you can’t improve on Sewell!

  2. Gamba Says:

    I love crushes! I keep having them on my tutors at university. I love it! Crushes make me feel young! (Sorry, too many exclamation marks.)

  3. pog Says:

    Quite right, menace – Sewell is the dog’s. And how much he would appreciate me putting it like that, don’t you think?

  4. Snag Says:

    Knocking Sewell? Tcha! At this rate you’ll be having at Sister Wendy next, and then where will we all be? Eh? Eh?

  5. bobble Says:

    Who knew there were so many Sewell lovers?

    Don’t get me wrong the Sewell is a national bonkers treasure, but I wouldn’t want to ‘do him’. That’s what Andrew’s for… as well as the Art Criticism.

    *ahem to Pog*

  6. KE Says:

    I’ve been missing Sewell something awful myself. Sorry, Bobs. Your crush is quite crumpety though in a corruptible lecturer sort of way.

  7. bobble Says:

    That made me laugh a lot Kate. Crumpety, hah.

    There a new series on Five I think called Sewells Grand Tour, lots of Italy so I’m happy. And lots of Sewell, Menace would be pleased.