Tomorrow
I'm going bridal shopping with Liron, a friend from work. The bride
to be is very clear about what kind of dress she doesn't want but
she's rightly wary of the over zealous wedding dress peddler. I'm
therefore tasked with casting a critical eye on proceedings. Call me
Gok.
Incidentally
that's exactly what literally hundreds of people, most often complete
strangers, have done for a tediously long time. Various derivations
of “Fuck me, it's Gok” have been ringing in my ears wherever I've
turned ever since 'How to Look Good Naked' hit our screens in 2006.
At times it's felt like the the scene from 'Being John Malkovich'
when John Malkovich goes inside John Malkovich's head and the only
word spoken is “Malkovich”. Except I don't exist just inside my
own head. Gok is all around. I dearly hope Gok himself have to
contend with people coming up to him asking “Do you know who you
look like?”. Going abroad on holiday hasn't been a reprieve either.
Damn you globalisation.
The
first person to gleefully make me aware of Gok's presence and our
perceived likeness was my then house mate Vieira (not Patrick), with
whom I share a proud history of getting absolutely wankered. In fact
on any given night we were the most likely candidates to end up in a
right state, Vieira the worst and me not far behind. He once mopped
my face after I'd passed out with the same mop I'd used earlier to
clean up his vomit. On another occasion after a night out on the
tiles we shared a bottle of Absinthe that I'd procured from my part
time job in an off-licence, as you do, and suffice to say it quickly
went downhill from there. A tumble from the top to the bottom of the
stairs, a chair put through a door and a barricade involving all my
furniture all occurred but not necessarily in that order.
Vieira
is particularly handy at the astute observation, his most common
reference to me is “Swedish is some boy” which is probably fairly
apt, so it comes as no surprise that it was him who heralded the
start of my Gok years.
It's
a definite mark of Gok's ubiquity that the Gok remarks have known no boundary, spanning all ages, genders, ethnicities, socio-demographics
and so on, though thankfully I'm yet to have an older lady come up
and ask me to make her look good naked. Encounters ranging from the
banal to the surreal have ensued: posing for photographs, having
drinks bought for me, people phoning friends and family to say
they've met someone who looks like Gok (it sounds even more
ridiculous written down), you name it. One time a woman followed me
and a friend round Debenhams and when I went off to the fitting room
she approached my friend and asked him if he was Gok's manager.
“Errm...”
I
find the whole thing rather inexplicable. I fully appreciate that
most people won't have carefully studied our features to determine
key likenesses (rather disturbing thought) but even on face value I
don't quite see what the fuss is all about. Our ethnic origins are in
the same vicinity, though Hong Kong and South Korea are many miles
apart, and we both wear glasses. That's about it for me, and
considering most oriental people wear specs that's a fairly tenuous
link. To use a famous Twain-ism: the reports of our similarities have
been greatly exaggerated.
Having
said all that, we do share a keen interest in the high street, though
I suspect he rarely forages in the bargain bin end in which I
operate. I shall be channelling my inner Gok in this little number
from River Island:
In
the sale, of course, and at £10 it was just too good to resist,
despite the upcoming, financially challenging festive season . I'm
thinking black tuxedo jacket, or blue blazer and polka dot bow tie,
or blue blazer and royal blue polka dot tie, or the fabled waistcoat.
The polka dot provides endless opportunities. I shall thoroughly
enjoy getting smashed whilst dressed to the hilt in polka dots. Despite Gok's assertions, it's totally all about looking good fully
clothed.
All the LOLS!!! Bloody love it! And very glad to read you are in agreement on the subject of clothes ON.
ReplyDeleteCan i be the token older woman who wants Nik/gok to make her look good naked.....or clothed please?
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