Michael Phelps was in London yesterday at the official Olympic handover as part of a promotional tour. He appeared on stage in front of a reported 40,000 strong to answer the same questions he’s been asked now for over a week.
I hear that before heading to England, Phelps spent 3 days in Vilamoura, Portugal relaxing with friends. He checked out a local club one night, stayed at the hotel (Hilton) for most of the day, and tried to move under the radar. Supposedly told a few people he was intending to go straight back there once his London commitments were complete.
Am still embarrassingly obsessed. But recovering rapidly thanks to David Beckham. There really is no equal. Besides, Debbie Phelps scares me. Debbie Phelps is much more formidable than Posh Spice, non?
Having said that, Michael is still in the system. Especially since I like the way he wears his pants. And his beautiful hands offset those ears. Something about a man’s hands. Something about the way he looks in that side shot waving to his fans. Something about the way he’s holding on to this gorgeous girl purported to be “the girlfriend” in a photo ostensibly taken well before the Games.
Now I feel badly about crushing on her man. Can you imagine what it must be like for her? Poor thing.
Strangely enough, I never feel badly about crushing on Victoria Beckham’s man. Why is that?
Photos from Wenn.com and Splashnewsonline.com