Ian with no top on (as we are lucky enough to see him regularly)
WHEN I MET IAN THORPE (HOWEVER BRIEFLY) It was a wonderful, sunny day in Sydney. I was on a holiday, visting my sister, who (at the point that our story starts) was at work. I lay sluggishly in bed, listening to the radio, when I heard the most amazing announcement: Ian Thorpe (plus many, many others) was going to be in a Commonwealth Games parade THAT DAY! I jumped up, as excited as humanly possible, raced to get dressed, and hurried off to Circular Quay, where the parade was to finish, and the athletes were to sign autographs and then attend some dumb lunch. (I was not invited, therefore it was dumb!) Unfortunately, and much to my horror, the parade was long finished, and some of the athletes were going inside to get away from the autograph hungry fans. I desperately searched around for Ian, but could not find him. I spotted Michael Klim, and got a good photo. I almost wet myself when I found I was standing directly in front of Grant Hackett. More photos. I was then distracted in my search for Ian by the sight of Matt Shirvington, he of the hypnotic nether regions! (Females will understand. Guys never ever get it!) Finally, I hit on a fantastic idea - to find Ian, all I had to do was find the legions of teenage females! Hooray, my plan worked. There, standing not a metre away from me was the Demi Sex God From Hell, IAN THORPE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Unfortunately for all I was much much much too nervous to actually talk to the man, our meeting never got past hi and how are you from both parties. I think it would have been pretty obvious to him that I was in danger of drowning in my own drool, and so he let me be. Oh well. Not to worry. I wanted to get an autograph very desperately, but I am not a 'pusher' so people kept coming and going before me, and I never actually got the chance. Still, I am as stubborn as a rock, and so I waited outside for him for, like, an hour and a half, but he did not come out. Why? BECAUSE THE FREAK-FACE SNUCK OUT THE BACK WAY leaving me and about three other dedicated fans hanging around for nothing. Actually I lie. I got a great photo of Matt Shirvington's butt. So all was not lost. But then I had to resign myself to going home and trying to catch a glimpse of him on the evening news, after talking myself out of trying to find his house and camping out on his front lawn. That night, I dreamt about Ian, his gorgeous face, that taught, toned, smooth body, that... Oh, ok, if I don't stop now, this is going to get pornographic!!!
Ian looking gorgeous as always...
When I can be bothered tracking some down, I will post a list of all Ian's swimming achievements to date.
Someone Get Me A Cold Shower, Baby!!!