I should be the last person to quibble with this article, especially since I would say I am Piers' biggest fan, period. But he beat out my doppelganger, who has minky teddy bear hair, the prettiest smile in the whole wide world and big, beautiful, brown Bambi eyes; D. Becks, who is gorgeous and whose cologne line has helped me snare many attractive men; and Daniel freakin' Craig, who has the body of a Greek god come to life. I think he's smart, funny and sexy as hell but this is quite an honor to be bestowed. One of the biographies I've read in my recent bio kick was Cleopatra's. One thing I learned was that Mark Antony (oh, to have a time machine . . .) idolized the mythic Hercules and at times during his life would pattern himself after sculptures he'd seen of Hercules hoping that people would draw a comparison between the two of them. When you think of a body like that, you imagine Daniel Craig in the iconic scene where he pops forth from the water in Casino Royale, abs rippling, pecs looking enormous and bright blue eyes blazing. Or you think of James Purefoy's amazing naked body in HBO's Rome. Swoooooooooooon.
I guess I am shocked-- especially since people have hated unmercifully on Piers for so long-- but I'm not unhappy. (Although his girlfriend calls him "the chunk?" Rude, much?) But my tastes are not always conventional. I even like a good naked James May in a racecar, thank you very much.
