Sexed-up super power

To say I am excited would really be an understatement. I am almost wetting my pants as I write this article.

I am referring to the filming of the new Superman movie right here in Sydney.

Now I am not going to piss on your leg and tell you it’s raining. I am going to admit it straight off the cuff. I am a huge groupie/fan as I sport my Superman tattoo, partly with pride, partly hoping that someone from the movie will see me and cast me as a pretty Lois-esque character.

I remember fondly many years ago seeing the first ever Superman movie at the cinema with my family.

As you can imagine I was very young and I am not sure if it was a combination of candy bar snacks or Christopher Reeve in his tights but I fell hard.

But can you blame me? He was hot.

He had everything I wanted in a man, being able to leap tall buildings in a single bound, faster than a speeding bullet and don’t even get me started on the x-ray vision thing.

I wasn’t sure if I wanted to be him or sex him up -“ probably a little of both.

As a young boy I was dazzled with amazement when Superman flew across the screen (yes, I did try this, from the cubby house, and yes, I did almost kill myself) or lifted a car with just his finger (I didn’t try this because, let’s face it, I have always been this girly).

It wasn’t till re-watching the earlier movies that I saw the bluescreen lines all around the characters.

Special effects really don’t have the same impact when re-watched many years later.

God, isn’t it going to be good to see today’s special effects mixed with the new Superman?

With all these developments in technology, I think it is time to bring Superman into the new millennium.

And how would they do that, you may be asking. Well, it’s obvious, isn’t it. Cast a gorgeous showgirl like me in the movie.

Oh, I could be Clark’s little bit of fluff on the side, or how about a scene where Clark experiments in high school -“ we all did it.

I could be the cheer leader with the little surprise who seduces Clark Kent behind the sports equipment shed. I wouldn’t get pregnant though god knows I would try.

This is my personal crusade, to be in the Superman movie. May the force be with me! Oops, wrong movie.

EYESPY Happy second birthday to Manacle, the club du jour at the moment for many of my friends. Unfortunately I haven’t been able to experience the full Manacle experience yet but watch out, I have it in my sights.

Check yourselves, girls. Last Thursday I went to enter a club but was told by security I had to do my shirt up. Now I understand I don’t have the best body (two to three buttons undone is my limit) but, really, with security now doubling as fashion police, I’m fucked!