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>Hot priest alert…

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I’m finding myself flitting from one book to another lately. It’s not like me. I tend to have two or three books on the go, but usually finish one off before getting immersed in the others. However, at the moment I am leaving a trail of unfinished books in my wake and it’s starting to bother me. Am hoping it’s a blip – I need to get my reading mojo back…

I’ve always been a retro reader – going back to old favourites again and again, but recently, I’ve been doing this more and more. Am not sure why – perhaps its comfort in the familiar or maybe I just need something simple. When I was in hospital with my fractured skull earlier in the year, there was a copy of Flowers in the Attic in the scabrous old patients’ lounge. This book was one which I read over and over again when I was 15. It was a craze – all the girls in my year were crazy for the titillating tale of Cathy and Chris and their doomy incestuous attic-based loving. How wholesome. As I mouldered in the orthopaedic ward, I took a break from helping the nurses out with the old ladies and speed-read my way through the book, marvelling at the sheer wrongness of the whole thing. It was strange going back to it 20 years later and realising how much I still knew off by heart and how overwhelmingly emo I must have been during the teenage years…

I think it must have sparked sort of yearning in me. Last week I ordered a copy of The Thorn Birds off Amazon and am about to delve once more into its depths. Does anyone remember The Thorn Birds? Catholic priest, Father Ralph and his relationship with Meggie? Inappropriate, forbidden, hot loving? Oh, how I adored it. I remember when I was a little girl and mum was gooey-eyed over the mini-series back in the 80s. I recall the cringing as she swooned over Richard Chamberlain and reminisced over his glory days as Dr Kildare back in the 60s. I eventually got over this horror and read the book during the same emo teen phase as when I read Flowers in the Attic. And, true to form, I was captured by the same obsessive devotion to the paper Father Ralph as my dear mother was by the small screen version.

I had a look on YouTube for some clips of the mini-series based on the book and came up with a number of  steamy scenes. Inspired by ShitMummy and her pervular blog, I bring you one of the best. It appears I am my mother’s daughter, as I now have a raging and disturbingly fierce crush on the gorgeous Richard Chamberlain and his smoky, sexy voice…

In celebration of this delightfully filthy video, I shall post my new badge, handed to me by ShitMummy..

Must go. Got a priest to seduce. I’ll be in the barn if you need me…

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