I have to share this with you. Go to the point 2.08 minutes into this clip of the Greek entry for Eurovision and tell me it isn’t INCREDIBLY SEXY.
Yes yes I know Eurovision is totally naff (that’s why I love it…), but when I saw Loucas Yorkas in the semi-finals last night it sparked an instant lust crush.
It’s the moment where he is so impassioned by what ever deep and meaningful Greeky words he is singing he has to REND HIS CLOTH in the most attractive manner. He doesn’t just undo his jacket, he ravishes it. Get this restricting cloth away from my pounding Greek heart!
I swooned and have watched it many times on YouTube since.
Later in the clip there is another marvellous bit where the chaps doing the thrilling macho Greek dancing around him tear off their jackets and just throw them in the air.
It’s as though they’re saying: get this mere garment away from me, I am a man in a fury of passion.
I’m also very impressed with the way Loucas stands, with his long legs in a wide-spaced manly stance, as though he has to hold himself firm, while being swept by the storms of fate. It’s all terribly Homeric.
There’s a grandeur to their gestures I find terrifically affecting. It feels like something that has been lost in a world where love affairs are conducted via text message and I’m hoping Loucas and his patriotii will help to bring it back.
Zorba lives! And Shirley Valentine knew what she was on to.