emma clarke, the mind the gap girl and the voice of the victoria, bakerloo and central lines of the london underground, reveals a fair amount of wit and good humour in her interview with b3ta magazine
it’s sunday. and that means only one thing.
[did i ever tell you how much i adore clichéd sayings? i love them more than mixing metaphors -- like eating pancakes under a ton of bricks]
what’s that one thing, you ask? sundays are for churchin’!
what’s that, you say? you don’t go to church?
well, sugahpie, i never miss the church of cliff yablonski. mainly cuz he’ll bash my skull in with a tire iron, but, you know, we all have our own religious convictions.
i love religion! :shock:
gotta have that funk. ow.
i was hoping the exhibition gala on thursday was going to be 10 times as funky.
the kebab that i ate ate 430am thursday night was definitely a bit too funky.
i was feeling pretty funky friday night, but had to work all day and all night.
as i enjoyed my lunch today, watching the fowl frolic during a brief patch of sunshine at finsbury park, i felt like i was coming down with a funky flu.
my home office smells a bit funky right now, as i’ve spent nearly 48 continuous hours here.
the new xy.com is alive and kicking. months of hard work, and i’m proud of my baby. click on the Y, read some articles, buy some stuff and maybe find a boyfriend.
i’m off to bed. :cool:
foto boi marc hooked me up with tickets to the opening gala for the queernation o2 exhibition. i had been greatly looking forward to this photographic exhibition of gay post-war clubbing in britain.
in 2002, clubbing is an integral part of gay life. it allows 40yo bears to get sex, it allows 30yo scene queens to socialize an gossip, it allows 17yo bois to escape their families and discover themselves. in the 60′s and 70′s it was doubly significant — homosexuality was not legal, accepted or acknowledged generally. there were no gay films, gay televison shows, gay role models and few gay freedoms.
Continue reading ‘queernation’
is punk rock aerobics cool or not? i mean, is it sex pistols hip or just ally mcbeal hip?
really makes we wanna lace up my doc martens and kick some ass [like i surely did in my punk past life].
plug sat in public, wearing a shirt that read, “i will give you one dollar for a conversation.”
ooh i wonder what happened? :shock:
While visiting England, George Bush is invited to tea with the
Queen. He asks her what her leadership philosophy is. She says that
it is to surround herself with intelligent people.
He asks how she knows if they’re intelligent. “I do so by asking them
the right questions,” says the Queen. “Allow me to demonstrate.”
She phones Tony Blair and says, “Mr. Prime Minister. Please
answer this question:
“Your mother has a child, and your father has a child, and this child
is not your brother or sister. Who is it?”
Tony Blair responds, “It’s me, ma’am.”
Continue reading ‘the right questions’
now’s about that time when i begin to miss summer. :sad:
