There's a moment in every geek's life when one goes for the 'communal hug' on a pet-subject and finds oneself unexpectedly out in the cold. The piano player stops playing. The landlord shakes his head as his eyes head heavenward, and he slinks away to rearrange the crisps. The lonely sound of a misdirected dart is all that haunts the otherwise silent pub. And it's definitely time to get your anorak. "You like what...?"
Corridors in science-fiction movies. This guy loves them.
overyourhead - some irreverent musings by a gay London guy - crawling though technology, love and life... so you don't have to.
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