From Canadian Matt:
I had the weirdest weekend just past. I went to Crew's on Friday night (gasps of shock and disbelief...I know) and ended up getting invited to an after party.
Anyways, it turns out that this guy owns several gay internet porn sites (bedfellow.com is the biggest) and has a beautiful loft condo in kensington market.
The party is populated with hot, young porn models and porn model wannabes. There was lots of alcohol and literally bowls of gak (is that a correct spelling?) lying everywhere. It was so surreal.
To make a long story short me and this porn mogul spent a good deal of the evening talking and he asked me if I would like to go to dinner. I accepted although, I am not to sure how I feel about him...he is 40 and not at all my type.
So, we had a great dinner last night at Café Le Gaffe in the market and then went and saw The Grudge afterwards (scary movie). He had his personal assistant drive me home at 4am in a very nice (and fast) BMW.
He wants me to have dinner with him again tomorrow before he flies to LA on wednesday to launch a new site with Chi Chi LaRue. I'll keep you updated...
Toronto really is like this. It's so nice to be back in London where the gay scene is a little more tranquil and they have chairs.
Thursday, October 28, 2004
Wednesday, October 27, 2004
Dress to impress
So, I have a meeting with a lot of very important TV Marketing people. Who I want to like me and take me seriously. This is always hard, as I always say stupid things. But today will be different. I will make an Extra Special Effort.
It's only when I get into work that I realise that I'm wearing a T-Shirt with "YOU SUCK!" written on it in giant letters.
Cue frantic scrabbling around. Nope. Nothing even vaguely wearable in my gym bag, so I eventually turn up in a thick wooly jumper. It has vivid horizontal stripes. That clash wildly with the vertical stripes on my trousers.
So I go to the meeting. It's in a nice warm room, and I begin to boil to death.
Worse, a man I've had meetings with before is there. He's always seemed a little dull and nondescript, but has been terribly easy to deal with. But not now. He's back from holiday, transformed by tan and stubble into an amazing god of a human being.
He keeps talking to me about really important stuff. And all I can hear in my head is the buzzing of my heart, and, distantly, Queen singing "Fat Bottomed Girls".
It's only when I get into work that I realise that I'm wearing a T-Shirt with "YOU SUCK!" written on it in giant letters.
Cue frantic scrabbling around. Nope. Nothing even vaguely wearable in my gym bag, so I eventually turn up in a thick wooly jumper. It has vivid horizontal stripes. That clash wildly with the vertical stripes on my trousers.
So I go to the meeting. It's in a nice warm room, and I begin to boil to death.
Worse, a man I've had meetings with before is there. He's always seemed a little dull and nondescript, but has been terribly easy to deal with. But not now. He's back from holiday, transformed by tan and stubble into an amazing god of a human being.
He keeps talking to me about really important stuff. And all I can hear in my head is the buzzing of my heart, and, distantly, Queen singing "Fat Bottomed Girls".
Tuesday, October 26, 2004
John Peel dead! :(
Selfish inner thought: Why him? Why couldn't it be an unpopular presenter? Like the host of any dreadful Radio 4 panel show? Or an Archer?
Social Consciene
The other weekend I got caught up in the Peace March through the centre of town.
There I was, on my bike, forced to walk behind people with long hair and no shampoo.
I suddenly realised how far I've come since student radical days. My main thought was "Get out of my way! I've a bathhouse to get to."
How sadly shallow.
There I was, on my bike, forced to walk behind people with long hair and no shampoo.
I suddenly realised how far I've come since student radical days. My main thought was "Get out of my way! I've a bathhouse to get to."
How sadly shallow.
Nightmares
I've been having weird dreams recently.
1) Lee and his boyfriend took me to a bar where, if you went to the bar naked, you got free beer. But none of us liked beer.
2) My parents had brought a five story house that was a collapsing junk heap. They were living in three rooms, perfectly restored and furnished. The rest was a burnt out wreck. "It'll take a while, won't it luv?" said my mum.
3) Our department found a new way of deciding job losses. Our boss got everyone together in a spooky house at night, and read us ghost stories. The people who got scared were made redundant.
I'm trying to connect these. I just can't.
1) Lee and his boyfriend took me to a bar where, if you went to the bar naked, you got free beer. But none of us liked beer.
2) My parents had brought a five story house that was a collapsing junk heap. They were living in three rooms, perfectly restored and furnished. The rest was a burnt out wreck. "It'll take a while, won't it luv?" said my mum.
3) Our department found a new way of deciding job losses. Our boss got everyone together in a spooky house at night, and read us ghost stories. The people who got scared were made redundant.
I'm trying to connect these. I just can't.
Saturday, October 23, 2004
The common cold
Is not going away. Bugger.
On the other hand, every day ill is another day not in work and curled up at home watching the West Wing.
Only worrying thing - it appears to have taken my alcohol tolerance.
On the other hand, every day ill is another day not in work and curled up at home watching the West Wing.
Only worrying thing - it appears to have taken my alcohol tolerance.
Thursday, October 21, 2004
The Joy Vampire
All the fun's been sucked from my job, and I don't even have a hickey to feel smug about.
Thanks to the "new regime" (corporate-speak for "cuts, fear and weirdness"), my whole approach has changed.
I haunt my email, desperate for distraction (I even read Guy's endless sexist joke emails), and constantly pump sound into my ears to deaden my brain (Melyvn Bragg or Girls Aloud, it's all the same).
Lordie, it's been years since I've put a CV together, but there it is. Number 5 on my action list. After "Prepare Budget Projection" and before "Submit Task Spec Spreadsheet".
Suddenly my job isn't about creativity. It's about spreadsheets.
Yeah - I'm trapped in a double maths lesson. All we have to do is conduct business in French and throw in Rugby practice and it'll be school hell all over again.
Thanks to the "new regime" (corporate-speak for "cuts, fear and weirdness"), my whole approach has changed.
I haunt my email, desperate for distraction (I even read Guy's endless sexist joke emails), and constantly pump sound into my ears to deaden my brain (Melyvn Bragg or Girls Aloud, it's all the same).
Lordie, it's been years since I've put a CV together, but there it is. Number 5 on my action list. After "Prepare Budget Projection" and before "Submit Task Spec Spreadsheet".
Suddenly my job isn't about creativity. It's about spreadsheets.
Yeah - I'm trapped in a double maths lesson. All we have to do is conduct business in French and throw in Rugby practice and it'll be school hell all over again.
Wednesday, October 20, 2004
Karl's new girlfriend
I adore Karl's new girlfriend. First time I met her, I thought - there's a gay man in the body of a lady. Not a fag hag, but a genuine gay man's hearltess soul.
The week after, she proved me right. On a drunken evening out in a curry restaurant she shagged a complete stranger in the bogs.
Karl's still seeing her. I approve.
The week after, she proved me right. On a drunken evening out in a curry restaurant she shagged a complete stranger in the bogs.
Karl's still seeing her. I approve.
New Doctor Who logo, same old fans
There's a new Doctor Who logo, and the fans have gone mad, mad, mad:
Speaking personally, I'm sure the hysterical outpouring from fans at every new detail of the new series comes from an unjustified fear that the new series will be poo, and that simply by shouting loud enough they can make it good.
This is wrong. For one thing, the new series won't be poo. For another you're not going to seem like a reasonable interest group if you issue fatwahs about every little thing. There have been online death threats about casting, the size of the new TARDIS, and now the logo.
I've now responded to several texts and emails from friends with "Look, it's only a logo."
Somehow, I've completely forgotten that I was once an obsessed 13 year old who traced the neon logo onto graph paper so that he could recreate it on a computer.
My favourite musing on the logo comes from Page 38 of an online messageboard thread devoted to the new logo. It goes thus:
If this image opens out into the ultimate, mesmerising trip of an opening sequence then I suppose the slit of colour is the 'logo' and point of recognition.
If this is the end of the opening titles and the universe is contracting and the words take on the mass and colour of the dying cosmos, then perhaps we'd be getting somewhere.
Symbolically this could also represent Doctor Who 'saving' the universe. The D and O of Doctor and the O of Who are undergoing some sort of effect and look like they're at angles. Something is 'happening'.
Equally it could be that nine short lines shoot from the dot and rotate to letters from centre - 9 letters, 9th Doctor? Turn it on its side and it might be a modern recreation of the Hartnell titles. There is something a bit warm and familiar about the pointed ends.
Speaking personally, I'm sure the hysterical outpouring from fans at every new detail of the new series comes from an unjustified fear that the new series will be poo, and that simply by shouting loud enough they can make it good.
This is wrong. For one thing, the new series won't be poo. For another you're not going to seem like a reasonable interest group if you issue fatwahs about every little thing. There have been online death threats about casting, the size of the new TARDIS, and now the logo.
I've now responded to several texts and emails from friends with "Look, it's only a logo."
Somehow, I've completely forgotten that I was once an obsessed 13 year old who traced the neon logo onto graph paper so that he could recreate it on a computer.
My favourite musing on the logo comes from Page 38 of an online messageboard thread devoted to the new logo. It goes thus:
If this image opens out into the ultimate, mesmerising trip of an opening sequence then I suppose the slit of colour is the 'logo' and point of recognition.
If this is the end of the opening titles and the universe is contracting and the words take on the mass and colour of the dying cosmos, then perhaps we'd be getting somewhere.
Symbolically this could also represent Doctor Who 'saving' the universe. The D and O of Doctor and the O of Who are undergoing some sort of effect and look like they're at angles. Something is 'happening'.
Equally it could be that nine short lines shoot from the dot and rotate to letters from centre - 9 letters, 9th Doctor? Turn it on its side and it might be a modern recreation of the Hartnell titles. There is something a bit warm and familiar about the pointed ends.
Monday, October 18, 2004
Why I love colds
Colds are great for boys, aren't they? We can cope with every other hardship - from mending a fuse to reading Andy McNabb books - but we just can't handle the common sniffle.
But they're brilliant. They stop you from moving, thinking, or, indeed, being able to much of anything beyond watch TV, drink whisky, and feel sorry for yourself.
They're like a divorce - except they only take up a couple of days, and give you time off work.
But they're brilliant. They stop you from moving, thinking, or, indeed, being able to much of anything beyond watch TV, drink whisky, and feel sorry for yourself.
They're like a divorce - except they only take up a couple of days, and give you time off work.
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