Maybe Hell won't be so bad...
One day a guy dies and finds himself in hell. As he is wallowing in despair, he has his first meeting with a demon...
Demon: Why so glum?
Guy: What do you think? I'm in Hell!
Demon: Hell's not so bad. We actually have a lot of fun down here...you a drinking man?
Guy: Sure, I love to drink.
Demon: Well you're gonna love Mondays then. On Mondays that's all we do is drink. Whiskey, tequila, Guinness, wine coolers, pints of beer ...we drink till we throw up and then we drink some more!
Guy: Gee that sounds great.
Demon: You a smoker?
Guy: You better believe it!
Demon: All right! You're gonna love Tuesdays. We get the finest cigars from all over the world and smoke our lungs out. If you get cancer - no biggie-you're already dead, remember?
Guy: Wow...that's...awesome!
Demon: I bet you like to gamble.
Guy: Why yes, as a matter of fact I do.
Demon: Cause Wednesdays you can gamble all you want. Craps, Blackjack, Roulette, Poker, Slots, whatever... If you go Bankrupt...well, you're dead anyhow.
Demon: You into drugs?
Guy: Are you kidding? Love drugs! You don't mean...
Demon: That's right! Thursday is drug day. Help yourself to a great big bowl of crack, or smack. Smoke a doobie the size of a submarine. You can do all the drugs you want. You're dead who cares! O.D.!!
Guy: WOW !! I never realized Hell was such a cool place!!
Demon: You gay?
Guy: No....
Demon: "Ooooh," (grimaces) "You're gonna hate Fridays."
overyourhead - some irreverent musings by a gay London guy - crawling though technology, love and life... so you don't have to.
Wednesday, February 28, 2001
Fraaaaaank...
Frank Butcher may be gone from The Square but he is still in our heads. Part of the national psyche along with Daleks and the Shake-n-Vac woman. This site celebrates all that is Fraaaank. My particular favourites are a great take on Eminem's "My Name Is" and the cat fight between Peggy and Pat in the famous You Bitch! You Cow! scene back in 1998. Both can be heard here. This is a fabulous site and many thanks to David who knew it would be right up my street.
Frank Butcher may be gone from The Square but he is still in our heads. Part of the national psyche along with Daleks and the Shake-n-Vac woman. This site celebrates all that is Fraaaank. My particular favourites are a great take on Eminem's "My Name Is" and the cat fight between Peggy and Pat in the famous You Bitch! You Cow! scene back in 1998. Both can be heard here. This is a fabulous site and many thanks to David who knew it would be right up my street.
You like me, you really like me...
Check out Dienstag, Februar 20, 2001. Thanks to David for the link.
Check out Dienstag, Februar 20, 2001. Thanks to David for the link.
Don't do anything I might find out about...
"Look at this. 'Humon Resources'. I ask you. 'Humon'! How do they expect to get a job when they can't even address an envelope without making a spelling mistake?" So started a rather surreal conversation in Sainsbury's this morning. A rather cute in-a-military-kind-of-way security guard had been watching me since I first walked in on my way to work. He had waited for me to queue up with my chicken hickory Be Good To Yourself instant meal and then without warning just started talking at me. The envelope in his hand was apparently from a recent job applicant. Quite why he had it or indeed felt the need to show it to me was as yet a mystery.
"You take my sister. I got an e-mail from her yesterday. And you know what? It had sixteen spelling mistakes in it. She spelt wool W-U-L." I eyed him slowly. He was dressed in the typical gold trimmed brown trousers and jacket that is often the standard apparel of supermarket security personnel. His highly polished black shoes and crisply ironed shirt gave him the appearance of a door-to-door Mormon or a fresh young accountant bright-eyed ready for their first job interview. I smiled and nodded thinking that maybe he would leave it at that. Making no eye contact I shuffled forward one place in the queue that now seemed to have slowed to a snail's pace. I looked straight ahead and mused. Maybe he'd been driven mad by the inanity of his job? Perhaps banging on to complete strangers somehow was keeping him in touch with reality, I thought. Then he surprised me by talking almost directly in my ear.
"Did you have the strap and the cane at school?” he said. My eyes looked around nervously wondering whether I was part of some elaborate prank. No one else seemed to be looking at me or smiling in my direction so I just thought it was me who was overreacting. Maybe he was hitting on me and I'd got the signals wrong from the start? I turned and smiled. I'd chance it and with a nod said, "Yes." Big mistake. Huge.
Without pausing for breath, permission or further response he held me up, and the rest of the queue, with such wistful pronouncements as, "We had assembly every morning at school, didn't we?” and “We had to say the Lord's Prayer and behave while we said it, didn't we?” Not only was I getting late for work but also beginning to feel slightly uneasy. Why was this man talking to me? Didn’t he need any feedback when he spoke? I studied him for a while. He had steely blue eyes and almost perfect tanned skin. His short-cropped dark hair was slightly greying at the sides. His lips where slight but betrayed a permanent smirk. Still he was banging on, “We had to dress smart and look smart. They don't do that anymore, do they?"
Saved at last by Mohammed on check out number three I finally managed to turn away from my rabid talker and to quickly pay for my food, stuff it in a thin plastic bag and make for the door. Just as I was about to secure my escape he called after me, "Don't do anything I might find out about!”
Quite surreal.
"Look at this. 'Humon Resources'. I ask you. 'Humon'! How do they expect to get a job when they can't even address an envelope without making a spelling mistake?" So started a rather surreal conversation in Sainsbury's this morning. A rather cute in-a-military-kind-of-way security guard had been watching me since I first walked in on my way to work. He had waited for me to queue up with my chicken hickory Be Good To Yourself instant meal and then without warning just started talking at me. The envelope in his hand was apparently from a recent job applicant. Quite why he had it or indeed felt the need to show it to me was as yet a mystery.
"You take my sister. I got an e-mail from her yesterday. And you know what? It had sixteen spelling mistakes in it. She spelt wool W-U-L." I eyed him slowly. He was dressed in the typical gold trimmed brown trousers and jacket that is often the standard apparel of supermarket security personnel. His highly polished black shoes and crisply ironed shirt gave him the appearance of a door-to-door Mormon or a fresh young accountant bright-eyed ready for their first job interview. I smiled and nodded thinking that maybe he would leave it at that. Making no eye contact I shuffled forward one place in the queue that now seemed to have slowed to a snail's pace. I looked straight ahead and mused. Maybe he'd been driven mad by the inanity of his job? Perhaps banging on to complete strangers somehow was keeping him in touch with reality, I thought. Then he surprised me by talking almost directly in my ear.
"Did you have the strap and the cane at school?” he said. My eyes looked around nervously wondering whether I was part of some elaborate prank. No one else seemed to be looking at me or smiling in my direction so I just thought it was me who was overreacting. Maybe he was hitting on me and I'd got the signals wrong from the start? I turned and smiled. I'd chance it and with a nod said, "Yes." Big mistake. Huge.
Without pausing for breath, permission or further response he held me up, and the rest of the queue, with such wistful pronouncements as, "We had assembly every morning at school, didn't we?” and “We had to say the Lord's Prayer and behave while we said it, didn't we?” Not only was I getting late for work but also beginning to feel slightly uneasy. Why was this man talking to me? Didn’t he need any feedback when he spoke? I studied him for a while. He had steely blue eyes and almost perfect tanned skin. His short-cropped dark hair was slightly greying at the sides. His lips where slight but betrayed a permanent smirk. Still he was banging on, “We had to dress smart and look smart. They don't do that anymore, do they?"
Saved at last by Mohammed on check out number three I finally managed to turn away from my rabid talker and to quickly pay for my food, stuff it in a thin plastic bag and make for the door. Just as I was about to secure my escape he called after me, "Don't do anything I might find out about!”
Quite surreal.
Monday, February 26, 2001
Vive La France...
On Saturday I went to Calais with Daisy Moo for a short trip. The primary reason was to pick up some wine and beer at low, low French prices but we thought we'd make a day of it. We drove along the coast down to Boulogne. We had a fantastic thanks to Stena, the good weather and a rather sweet waitress in a little seaside town of Wiltreux.
Saturday night we went to Central Station North to help them celebrate their 4th birthday party and also to watch DE Experience. DE did an OK show but it was cut a little cut as she had a sore throat poor love. Just as DE finished her act it started to snow outside. Before long there was a full on snow ball fight in the bar.
Sunday I went with Roger down to Sailors. We had a wild time. Suffice to say it was a good result Cuba 1 - England 3
On Saturday I went to Calais with Daisy Moo for a short trip. The primary reason was to pick up some wine and beer at low, low French prices but we thought we'd make a day of it. We drove along the coast down to Boulogne. We had a fantastic thanks to Stena, the good weather and a rather sweet waitress in a little seaside town of Wiltreux.
Saturday night we went to Central Station North to help them celebrate their 4th birthday party and also to watch DE Experience. DE did an OK show but it was cut a little cut as she had a sore throat poor love. Just as DE finished her act it started to snow outside. Before long there was a full on snow ball fight in the bar.
Sunday I went with Roger down to Sailors. We had a wild time. Suffice to say it was a good result Cuba 1 - England 3
Friday, February 23, 2001
Mad as a mad thing...
They both love opera, Dante, fine wines and have strong English accents. Yet never seen in the same room together. Dr Hannibal Lector and Dr Fraiser Crane.
Friday night C4 is a real must tonight. Spaced, Frasier and then So Graham Norton.
And if you can't wait to hear than lovely voice try Ask Frasier.
They both love opera, Dante, fine wines and have strong English accents. Yet never seen in the same room together. Dr Hannibal Lector and Dr Fraiser Crane.
Friday night C4 is a real must tonight. Spaced, Frasier and then So Graham Norton.
And if you can't wait to hear than lovely voice try Ask Frasier.
Thursday, February 22, 2001
Oliver...
I spoke to the vet again today. He's at a bit of a loss as to what exactly is wrong with Oliver. FIP is a possibility. He's fairly sure it can't be FIV (aka cat AIDS) though which is a relief. Over the past four days Oliver has been looking a lot stronger which is entirely due to the short course of antibiotics and steroids that he's been prescribed. Nurse Michael and Nurse Mark have been very good in their duties in push pills down his throat - but each day he gets stronger there is a greater risk their fingers! The vet wants to extend that treatment until next week. Despite the improvement, Oliver's back legs are still very wobbly and it breaks my heart to see him struggle to walk. Stairs are especially challenging.
I spoke to the vet again today. He's at a bit of a loss as to what exactly is wrong with Oliver. FIP is a possibility. He's fairly sure it can't be FIV (aka cat AIDS) though which is a relief. Over the past four days Oliver has been looking a lot stronger which is entirely due to the short course of antibiotics and steroids that he's been prescribed. Nurse Michael and Nurse Mark have been very good in their duties in push pills down his throat - but each day he gets stronger there is a greater risk their fingers! The vet wants to extend that treatment until next week. Despite the improvement, Oliver's back legs are still very wobbly and it breaks my heart to see him struggle to walk. Stairs are especially challenging.
Queer As F**k...
Last night I went to Andy Ruffett's pad for a screening of the first three episodes of the American version of our beloved Queer As Folk. Andy hadn't been too forthcoming all the details of his address. I had the postcode, the street, a number and a few clues about a jeep but a red herring about curtains. So I donned my deerstalker, polished my largest magnifying glass and set off with large exaggerated strides. As is happens Tabernacle Street is a very long street; and I think I know every bloody inch of it now! I was just about to give up after thirty minutes of fruitless aearching when I bumped into a similarly lost soul (strangely also called Andy) who was also looking for Andy's so we pooled our resources and found the building we were looking for. (We then promptly got lost inside the building but that just shows us up are morons so I won't dwell.)
Andy's flat (I suppose I should call it an apartment really) is a beautiful loft conversion - one of those one big room affairs. Lovely. Andy had laid on a spread and there was more than enough bottled beer to satisfy the nine or ten people who were there. Guy had got the USQAF tapes for a friend in the States and gave us a bit of an introduction. By the time it started we were well disposed to welcome USQAF with open arms. Sadly we didn't embrace it quite as warmly as we had expected. Yes, it was a straight remake (no pun intended) so it hadn't been watered down as had been feared for the US audience. All the action, and there is quite a bit, takes place in Pittsburgh. The time seemed to slip by - three hours later we had watched the three episodes and we were all talking about what we thought. Yes, I thought it was watchable, but only in a same way that it's nice to hear a cover version of a favourite song but all it really does is remind you how good the original was. My main beef is that the men just weren't cute enough. It needed to be sexier - which isn't to say there wasn't sex in it. It's just that you somehow wanted something more. Where the UKQAF was sexy, the USQAF was merely titillating. The UKQAK was trying to be queer, the USQAF was never anything but gay. Fun it have seen it though. And of course I'd happily watch the other nine episodes :)
Last night I went to Andy Ruffett's pad for a screening of the first three episodes of the American version of our beloved Queer As Folk. Andy hadn't been too forthcoming all the details of his address. I had the postcode, the street, a number and a few clues about a jeep but a red herring about curtains. So I donned my deerstalker, polished my largest magnifying glass and set off with large exaggerated strides. As is happens Tabernacle Street is a very long street; and I think I know every bloody inch of it now! I was just about to give up after thirty minutes of fruitless aearching when I bumped into a similarly lost soul (strangely also called Andy) who was also looking for Andy's so we pooled our resources and found the building we were looking for. (We then promptly got lost inside the building but that just shows us up are morons so I won't dwell.)
Andy's flat (I suppose I should call it an apartment really) is a beautiful loft conversion - one of those one big room affairs. Lovely. Andy had laid on a spread and there was more than enough bottled beer to satisfy the nine or ten people who were there. Guy had got the USQAF tapes for a friend in the States and gave us a bit of an introduction. By the time it started we were well disposed to welcome USQAF with open arms. Sadly we didn't embrace it quite as warmly as we had expected. Yes, it was a straight remake (no pun intended) so it hadn't been watered down as had been feared for the US audience. All the action, and there is quite a bit, takes place in Pittsburgh. The time seemed to slip by - three hours later we had watched the three episodes and we were all talking about what we thought. Yes, I thought it was watchable, but only in a same way that it's nice to hear a cover version of a favourite song but all it really does is remind you how good the original was. My main beef is that the men just weren't cute enough. It needed to be sexier - which isn't to say there wasn't sex in it. It's just that you somehow wanted something more. Where the UKQAF was sexy, the USQAF was merely titillating. The UKQAK was trying to be queer, the USQAF was never anything but gay. Fun it have seen it though. And of course I'd happily watch the other nine episodes :)
Wednesday, February 21, 2001
Eh? What?...
The Guardian has done a great piece on how the English don't speak any foreign languages. It called up a few famous places and spoke to them in a foreign tongue. All very amusing. Especially funny is when they call the Guardian's own foreign desk!
The Guardian has done a great piece on how the English don't speak any foreign languages. It called up a few famous places and spoke to them in a foreign tongue. All very amusing. Especially funny is when they call the Guardian's own foreign desk!
Train, train go away come again another day...
Looks like the Channel Tunnel Rail Link (CTRL) is finally got the go ahead to build a station at Stratford. What's more (or worse) is that, "powers will also authorise a twin-track connection between the CTRL and the North London Line (NLL) near St Pancras, for the purposes of running regional services from the CTRL to the West Coast Main Line." This will mean that trains that come down on the the West Coast will take a right turn onto a new wider twin-track NNL. The problem for us is that the NNL goes under Highbury roundabout and then comes out by Corsica Street quite near our flat. So we can expect seven years of trucks, dirt and mess trundling along the end of our road as the extra tunneling is done and then the extra track laid. If it's going to be a surface run rail service it'll be even worse. And then finally we'll have the delight of high speed train noise morning, noon and night. Maybe time to move.
Looks like the Channel Tunnel Rail Link (CTRL) is finally got the go ahead to build a station at Stratford. What's more (or worse) is that, "powers will also authorise a twin-track connection between the CTRL and the North London Line (NLL) near St Pancras, for the purposes of running regional services from the CTRL to the West Coast Main Line." This will mean that trains that come down on the the West Coast will take a right turn onto a new wider twin-track NNL. The problem for us is that the NNL goes under Highbury roundabout and then comes out by Corsica Street quite near our flat. So we can expect seven years of trucks, dirt and mess trundling along the end of our road as the extra tunneling is done and then the extra track laid. If it's going to be a surface run rail service it'll be even worse. And then finally we'll have the delight of high speed train noise morning, noon and night. Maybe time to move.
Tuesday, February 20, 2001
Worst score ever...
(there are no links in this entry to protect the guilty - but you know who you are)
12? 12!!!? I ask you. What a crap score. It wasn't even out of 20 but 21. Come back Dave, come back Darren. The slight consolation was that Wendy won which was good. To our credit everyone agreed it was a tough quiz tough. Wendy's team won with just 15.5. So where did it all go so wrong? Well, there were a fair number of questions about the Brits nominees - we were clueless. The first question was a photo fit of Craig David, Robbie Williams and Eminem (we couldn't identify the rapper's chin). Then there was round on girl bands. We stupidly failed to spot All Saints and Booty Call, guessed correctly at Cleopatra's I Want You Back but didn't feel too bad at missing out on Sweetbox (though we knew the song title of Everything's gonna be alright). I'm always crap with years so why David took my advice to say that these songs were all hits in 1999 I have no idea. Of the course I was wrong. The year was 1998. The next round was TV themes. Easy. Match Of The Day, The Persuaders and Crossroads. Then it was the big seven round. Seven Marc/Soft Cell tracks. Needless to say picked up the two points on offer with ease - even identifying on the first note of a misplayed track. The next question was the lyric round. The song was Madonna's Vogue. We had to get the seventeen words that start with the bit "Greta Garbo and Monroe...". Did we get it right. Hell we did! We should both have to hand in our Gay ID cards to the Gay Police for failing to get it right. We put a "Grace Kelly" where we should have had a "Marlon Brando". Pooh! The next round was the covers round. We did OK with the first question getting Queen and Bohemian Rhapsody. However upon hearing the next track I thought that I'd had a flash of inspiration in thinking we were listening to a cover of I Feel Pretty from My Fair Lady. It turned out to be Mack The Knife sung in German. Easy mistake I think you'll agree. Not knowing that Love Grows (Where My Rosemary Goes) was originally made famous by Edison Lighthouse gave us no shame. Then we had the "Spot The Connection" round. Five tracks they gave us were performed by Danny (Wilson), Noel (Gallagher), Mylene (somebody-or-other), Kim (Wilde) and Suzanne (Vega). Naturally the answer was Popstars. Quite why we put Diana Ross will forever remain a mystery. The next round was "crap covers" where we were subjected to Jim Dale, Danny La Rue and Mike Reid. It rather typified the evening in that we did quite well in that round. The final three questions were all Brit nominees. We failed to recognise Radiohead or Air but possible managed to hang on to our Gay credentials by getting S Club Seven right for the closing question. So that was it. 12/21. An historic moment.
(there are no links in this entry to protect the guilty - but you know who you are)
12? 12!!!? I ask you. What a crap score. It wasn't even out of 20 but 21. Come back Dave, come back Darren. The slight consolation was that Wendy won which was good. To our credit everyone agreed it was a tough quiz tough. Wendy's team won with just 15.5. So where did it all go so wrong? Well, there were a fair number of questions about the Brits nominees - we were clueless. The first question was a photo fit of Craig David, Robbie Williams and Eminem (we couldn't identify the rapper's chin). Then there was round on girl bands. We stupidly failed to spot All Saints and Booty Call, guessed correctly at Cleopatra's I Want You Back but didn't feel too bad at missing out on Sweetbox (though we knew the song title of Everything's gonna be alright). I'm always crap with years so why David took my advice to say that these songs were all hits in 1999 I have no idea. Of the course I was wrong. The year was 1998. The next round was TV themes. Easy. Match Of The Day, The Persuaders and Crossroads. Then it was the big seven round. Seven Marc/Soft Cell tracks. Needless to say picked up the two points on offer with ease - even identifying on the first note of a misplayed track. The next question was the lyric round. The song was Madonna's Vogue. We had to get the seventeen words that start with the bit "Greta Garbo and Monroe...". Did we get it right. Hell we did! We should both have to hand in our Gay ID cards to the Gay Police for failing to get it right. We put a "Grace Kelly" where we should have had a "Marlon Brando". Pooh! The next round was the covers round. We did OK with the first question getting Queen and Bohemian Rhapsody. However upon hearing the next track I thought that I'd had a flash of inspiration in thinking we were listening to a cover of I Feel Pretty from My Fair Lady. It turned out to be Mack The Knife sung in German. Easy mistake I think you'll agree. Not knowing that Love Grows (Where My Rosemary Goes) was originally made famous by Edison Lighthouse gave us no shame. Then we had the "Spot The Connection" round. Five tracks they gave us were performed by Danny (Wilson), Noel (Gallagher), Mylene (somebody-or-other), Kim (Wilde) and Suzanne (Vega). Naturally the answer was Popstars. Quite why we put Diana Ross will forever remain a mystery. The next round was "crap covers" where we were subjected to Jim Dale, Danny La Rue and Mike Reid. It rather typified the evening in that we did quite well in that round. The final three questions were all Brit nominees. We failed to recognise Radiohead or Air but possible managed to hang on to our Gay credentials by getting S Club Seven right for the closing question. So that was it. 12/21. An historic moment.
Porn to be wild...
'Sbeen a so-so kinda day. Bits and bobs. This and that. The odd call here the odd call there. Nothing what you might call inspirational. That was until I thought to put two elements of my life together in a oh-my-gawd-why-didn't-I-think-of-that-before kinda way. Let me explain.
I love cartoons, comics that kind of thing. I've still got a cardboard box or two of Treasure and Look and Learns somewhere up in the attic gathering dust. Probably worth a bit now too. But I digress. I also love porn (yes, I realise that makes me kind of sad). Well when the two were miraculously combined in the fabulous Meatmen comics by Leyland Publications back in the 1990s I was in 7th heaven, feeling over the 8 and on cloud 9. Over the years I've collected these anthologies in a rather piecemeal fashion. Always in the back of my mind I've maintained a list of the issues I don't own. 2, 3, 6, 13, 19, 21, 22, 23 and 24. Being a compulsive list maker/hoarder/collector means that I could never die happy until I had those remaining issues.
And the revelation? Well nothing more than the fact that I could search for these missing books on the web. Sure enough amazon.co.uk, amazon.com and streetsonline.co.uk were all able to help. In fact I'm just missing 3, 6 and 13 now so if anyone can help.... I'd be very much obliged. All offers considered. Did I mention I'm shameless?
'Sbeen a so-so kinda day. Bits and bobs. This and that. The odd call here the odd call there. Nothing what you might call inspirational. That was until I thought to put two elements of my life together in a oh-my-gawd-why-didn't-I-think-of-that-before kinda way. Let me explain.
I love cartoons, comics that kind of thing. I've still got a cardboard box or two of Treasure and Look and Learns somewhere up in the attic gathering dust. Probably worth a bit now too. But I digress. I also love porn (yes, I realise that makes me kind of sad). Well when the two were miraculously combined in the fabulous Meatmen comics by Leyland Publications back in the 1990s I was in 7th heaven, feeling over the 8 and on cloud 9. Over the years I've collected these anthologies in a rather piecemeal fashion. Always in the back of my mind I've maintained a list of the issues I don't own. 2, 3, 6, 13, 19, 21, 22, 23 and 24. Being a compulsive list maker/hoarder/collector means that I could never die happy until I had those remaining issues.
And the revelation? Well nothing more than the fact that I could search for these missing books on the web. Sure enough amazon.co.uk, amazon.com and streetsonline.co.uk were all able to help. In fact I'm just missing 3, 6 and 13 now so if anyone can help.... I'd be very much obliged. All offers considered. Did I mention I'm shameless?
Monday, February 19, 2001
What a weekend...
Oliver has been taken ill with FIP :((
We had the flat valued. We fell off our chairs when we found out it was worth two and a half times what we paid for it back in 1997 :)
We had a lovely Saturday night at Simon and Dawn's. Good food, good drink and good company. Not too sure all that fresh air is good for you though. :)
A veil should be passed over last night. See here or here for more details. My head hurts. :(
Friday, February 16, 2001
A fun weekend ahead...
Saturday morning I've got Winworth's coming round to do a valuation of our flat. Since we've had it "done up" I keep meaning to find out what it's worth. So it's time to run round with the Dyson and dust the knick-knacks. Oliver's promised to be on his best behaviour. The way cats do.
Later on we're off to my brother's for the night. Should be a right laugh. I've got a Pop Quiz all lined up ready to go. I've been working on it for the last few days. This one is my fifth. It's an Eighties quiz - as people of a "certain" age seem to prefer that era. I expect David and Dave could eat it for breakfast but you're got to keep it simple when there's family involved. If anyone gets less than 20/20 they'll be tears before bedtime I know it.
I had to turn down an offer of going to a new leather/rubber club tonight (boo! hiss!) with my friend Adrian. That's because the estate agent (see above) is coming @ 11:30am. Cow.
Saturday morning I've got Winworth's coming round to do a valuation of our flat. Since we've had it "done up" I keep meaning to find out what it's worth. So it's time to run round with the Dyson and dust the knick-knacks. Oliver's promised to be on his best behaviour. The way cats do.
Later on we're off to my brother's for the night. Should be a right laugh. I've got a Pop Quiz all lined up ready to go. I've been working on it for the last few days. This one is my fifth. It's an Eighties quiz - as people of a "certain" age seem to prefer that era. I expect David and Dave could eat it for breakfast but you're got to keep it simple when there's family involved. If anyone gets less than 20/20 they'll be tears before bedtime I know it.
I had to turn down an offer of going to a new leather/rubber club tonight (boo! hiss!) with my friend Adrian. That's because the estate agent (see above) is coming @ 11:30am. Cow.
Thursday, February 15, 2001
Soap head...
Being a bit of a soaphead I can't wait for Crossroads to return. I see two of the main characters are going to be gay according to the Guardian. Hmm. So the handyman and the chef are an item, eh? Maybe we'll be getting threesomes!
Being a bit of a soaphead I can't wait for Crossroads to return. I see two of the main characters are going to be gay according to the Guardian. Hmm. So the handyman and the chef are an item, eh? Maybe we'll be getting threesomes!
Warm afterglow...
I've still got a bit of that warm glow from last night. We had a lovely evening together. Mind you, after the second bottle of Chablis I think anyone would have had a warm glow. Having eaten we thought we might watch a romantic film together (bless!). We were a little bit torn between watching Ghost or Notting Hill on TV. Having seen NH quite recently we settled for Ghost. My God, hasn't that film aged quickly (and badly). The script is so weak. Whoopi Goldberg is as fab as every but Patrick Swazye looks like a dog and Demi Moore (demeanour?) just looks so old hat in all that 80's garb (even though the film was made in 1990). Shame, as it rather destroyed my fond memories of that film.
I've still got a bit of that warm glow from last night. We had a lovely evening together. Mind you, after the second bottle of Chablis I think anyone would have had a warm glow. Having eaten we thought we might watch a romantic film together (bless!). We were a little bit torn between watching Ghost or Notting Hill on TV. Having seen NH quite recently we settled for Ghost. My God, hasn't that film aged quickly (and badly). The script is so weak. Whoopi Goldberg is as fab as every but Patrick Swazye looks like a dog and Demi Moore (demeanour?) just looks so old hat in all that 80's garb (even though the film was made in 1990). Shame, as it rather destroyed my fond memories of that film.
Wednesday, February 14, 2001
Loved up...
Happy VD to all! It's been a warm fuzzy glow of a day. All the women at work have had bunches of roses turning up throughout the day from husbands and lovers. My moby has been beeping with love notes from my beloved. I've even been playing love songs on my PC.
Nice to see that "Tim can perform gymnastic feats while on ecstasy" We used to call them "love push-ups"!
And what's for dinner tonight? Sushi (Mark's favourite), Steak (Mark's favourite) and fruit salad with yoghurt (Mark's favourite). All prepared by me (Mark's favourite). I think I'll dust off that Issac Hayes CD too.
Happy VD to all! It's been a warm fuzzy glow of a day. All the women at work have had bunches of roses turning up throughout the day from husbands and lovers. My moby has been beeping with love notes from my beloved. I've even been playing love songs on my PC.
Nice to see that "Tim can perform gymnastic feats while on ecstasy" We used to call them "love push-ups"!
And what's for dinner tonight? Sushi (Mark's favourite), Steak (Mark's favourite) and fruit salad with yoghurt (Mark's favourite). All prepared by me (Mark's favourite). I think I'll dust off that Issac Hayes CD too.
Tuesday, February 13, 2001
Bring it on...
Reigning champs David and Jonathan (biblical, huh?) and a few friends will be taking on all comers tonight at the Retro Bar's pop quiz. Come and have a go if you think you're not too...!
Reigning champs David and Jonathan (biblical, huh?) and a few friends will be taking on all comers tonight at the Retro Bar's pop quiz. Come and have a go if you think you're not too...!
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