Jamie Bartlett, a beast... a problem though!!!

When I was a little girl (yes you heard right) I wanted to be Jamie Bartlett. Of course I didn’t know who the fuck Jamie Bartlett was until my mid-teens, but who cares, I wanted to be him.

And I do admit that even today I know very little about this man, but I still want to be him. The love that I bear for the actor that is Jamie Bartlett bears no other name than this… FOREVER! 

It's not what you think guys... But just for the record, what are you thinking?

Since his days as part of the illustrious Isidingo cast, right up to when I saw him bring a passionate history teacher to life in the Market Theatre production, Death of a Colonialist (where I literally drooled from my semi-front row seat). Besides his superb exhibition of his craft and everything else, he has forever oozed a raw kind of firm, sexy aura that seethes out of the TV screen and captures you wherever you are. There is no chance of escape once he enters a scene. On Rhythm City, he speaks a language that I’ve only ever heard once in my life, from him. It is fresh, naughty and wry around the edges. He can tell you that you are such a piece of shit and you’d honestly feel so charmed and probably even blush (I know I would).

You are probably reading this and thinking WTF?!? Just realize that I’m sitting here and wondering the very same. But then again, why start a blog if I can’t bombard you all with random outbursts from my suppressed sexual frustration?  

If at any point in my life you are to ask me what the 3 hottest things at the moment are, Jamie will always make the list. Guaranteed!!!

3 Hottest Things @ da Moment (for me) are:

1.       Jamie Bartlett

2.       Girls with Boy names e.g Jack, John, Stevie

3.       Beyonce (Oh sorry guys, she’s also a permanent on this list)

So Jamie Bartlett it is… May this legend of a man forever grace TV screens across the land and may we all grow to understand that HE IS THE ONE!!!

As an actor in my adult life, I’m studying in the school of Jamie Bartlett (in the privacy of my own mind and home of course) and would kill if I could capture and be influenced by any of this greats’ skill, discipline and range.

I really don’t know what you can say of me from this post, really. I’m that nutty, psycho fan who should be kept away from Jamie Bartlett for his own safety? YES. 

So say this of me:  “He was a nutty, psycho fan who should’ve been kept from Jamie Bartlett (at all costs) for his own safety. But alas, we failed. So here we are!”