I love Tim Lovejoy. Not only because he used to be the intellectual lynchpin of Sky discussion-fest ‘Soccer AM‘ or even because he shares his last name with the legendary fictional antiques dealer-cum-crime fighter. No, I love him because he’s so unlovable. He has that undeniable look in his eye of a man who’s been told one too many times that he’s an incredible talent and should be doing acting. It’s very much the same situation as we found with Danny Dyer when he used to present on CBeebies.
Of course Lovejoy can’t just jump straight to the silver-screen. He’s going to have to build up his acting capital by doing a series of less prestigious jobs where he dupes beautiful women into cooking for him.
That’s the way to really get into a girl’s pants isn’t it boys? Trick her into cooking for you and then serve it up to her like you’ve been slaving away at it for weeks in advance. He might as well have drizzled his balls in olive oil and had her lick it off because that’s how “in” Tim is. He didn’t even need the facade. Look at what a cheeky wee chappy he is! Not a massive, preening cock-boy at all. Oh no.
