sit on my lap
i’ve been a good lad the past few days. been working like a madman… polishing articles for the next issue, improving performance on our website, setting up the new office, and just juggling lots of things. did my laundry, cleaned the flat, and realized i should probably start to acknowledge that christmas is only a few days away. miami should be lovely.
that’s a pic out my window at 330pm today.
i’ve also really been catching up on my music… thank god for soulseek.
pulp [hits]… an expatriate’s soundtrack to london life. makes me feel hip and cool and with it, like, you know, like i get what london life is all about. when i was here in 1998, blur served the same funtion. pulp is pop, pulp is fun.
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went to the media premiere of star trek: nemesis, which was a treat. i’m a huge star trek fan, and this film made me proud to be one — that is, the film wasn’t as embarassing as previous ones. less cheese, less sci-fi geekiness, character quirks, and more story, action and plot. and, as someone pointed out to me, after watching the film, you’re not sure if you should fancy tom hardy, the actor who plays praetor shinzon…
i’ll take a clone of him!
dunno about you, but my nemeses don’t look anywhere near as attractive as patrick stewart, tom hardy or yours truly. hrmph.
after the gala, we ended up at sanctuary, where, conveniently, canadian mark, smirking mel, fun hair richard, teacher james and popstar xavior all happened to be–almost as if they were expecting me. we caught up on the weekends’ shenanigans, i shared my dreadful tOp sEkrIt romantic dilemma with them, and we discussed holiday plans like adults.
there was also a delightful cabaret performance, with a very svelte sexy diva punching out tunes with impromptu chatting that got my juices flowing almost as much as pat o’briens’ dueling pianists in new orleans. almost. she was just perfection personified, even if she was dressed up like someone from monty python’s holy grail [which, no, neither fun hair richard or i had seen, thank you very much].
i’m so glad that sanctuary finally brought a pinch of fun into soho.
to my brit visitors:
do you get annoyed by americans trying to be british?
it’s tricky, right?
first of all, you have the fresh-off-the-boat, oblivious american tourists. some of them are probably nice but clueless, and some are probably just as annoying at home. phrases you might overhear include where’s lie-chest-er square? or saying, oh, i really love the cute english accent! loudly on the underground.
secondly, you have the pretentious wannabes. americans who suddenly have posh accents and adopt the royal we and say darling, deary or blimey once per sentence, but still mispronounce plenty of words. oh, darling, we went to kent this weekend and you would not believe how many pooft-urrs were there. pass the wor-chest-er sauce! do these yanks make you cringe? this group is one my biggest pet peeves.
then there are people like me, trying to blend in but still keep it real. using phrases like cheers and ta and brilliant and lovely in moderation, and subconsciously, but occasionally just feeling bizarre about it. can i say a whole sentence with an american accent, and then just say a few words british-stylee?
hi there, can i have a 96 cabernet mendoza? yeah, put it on my card. chaaz!
hey guys, what’s next on our shed-ule? i dunno, but that place is teeming with puff-tas
i sometimes think i need to take a language course, or just start watching coronation street religously.
rent
at 642am sunday morning i was calmly enjoying some chips with mayonnaise [spot the trend!] and a very sweet café mocha at balans café with scottish david. then, through the door bursts a wide-eyed freaky diva that looks vaguely familiar. he’s mid-30s, black, and has crazy medusa hair and 2 metric tonnes [1 imperial assload] of attitude.
he saunters over to our table, and shouts to me, “nuh-uh girlfriend! you ain’t gonna play me like that! you think you’re all that, miss thang, well, you ain’t, princess!” and saunters out. david sits there sorta dazed and sorta confused, and i just laugh at how preposterous my life is.
saturday night started when i met mark in the freezing cold rain at leicester square at 830pm and proceeded to the main event, manny and john’s birthday party at .heaven. i had been looking forward to this for some time: manny and john are lovely friends. there would be loads of mutual friends and acquaintences and dirty scoundrels. and, we’d have full run of the .heaven vip room in all its glory, at least for the first part of the evening.
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“nice guys do drugs, too”
-eric bogs
“nice guys have threesomes, too”
-m. tye comer
mark and i woke up this morning, coughing and sneezing and wheezing and dripping and hurting. we were sick yesterday, and we’re sick now.
some possible reasons why:
uk gets first taste of winter
christmas parties trigger colds
flying increases cold infections
however:
red wine protects from colds
started at satsuma with canadian mark, where i forced him to eat three different types of sushi. we had fruit-infused sake and of course some red wine to get our vits and ward off our colds. met up with gregino and cousin michael at the new, actually not too pretentious hotspot, sanctuary for some half-pints and cocktails.
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i, literally, am laughing so hard i’m crying. tears are streaming down my face and i’ve been giggling for 3 solid minutes.
one of my oldest, dearest friends, alex a.k.a. randy ryan is a fellow webwhore like myself. i worked with him years ago when i first lived in london. we used to sit around the pub [this was while i was still developing my alcoholism] and talk about ways to become rich and famous.
well, he’s done it. he’s launching a very graphic, very unique porn site, and i’ve been asked to help test it. got my account details from him earlier today, and just now decided to load it up and give it a go.
and, i’ve just been laughing out loud. he’s hit then nail on the head. a site overflowing with hardcore graphic smut, while keeping a tongue-in-cheek… erm… cheekiness about it. here are some of his catchphrases [explicit content below!]:
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i think that i thoroughly would’ve enjoyed myself at studio 54, “back in the day”.
the socks, and the wigs, and the hotpants… yum! |
the nonplussed barback in the background, with his broom. all in a day’s work, i suppose |
it! i wonder if they knew, at the time, how infamous they would someday be….
bygone era?
true electroclash-glam-punk-ghetto-retro would be to order from the 1980 j.c. penny catalog. the excitement machine has put together this gallery of pages from the catalog.
doesn’t the guy in the top-left look like a george w. bush doppelganger? hmm… :twisted:
i followed through with my threat. i was achy and sneezy and drippy and groggy when i left my flat at 1pm, and i’m achy and sneezy and drippy and groggy now.
i got so much done today. went to st. johns wood and picked up the keys to our new office. went to finchley road and opened up a mailbox. went to golders green and met with our accountant. went to hampstead and watered the plants at the new office. then, against my [body's] better judgement, met up with gregino for some musical action.
i had seen the musical rent a few years ago in los angeles on new year’s eve and was pretty unimpresed. i come from a theatre background [sorta] and have my favourites [hair, miss saigon, closer to heaven, even the rocky horror show] and rent left me unimpressed. yeah, you have aids, yeah your candle isn’t lit, and, yeah, you live in new york. i get it.
this time around, it mighta been my flu, it mighta been our second-row seats, but i enjoyed it a lot. making eye contact with the [hottie] cast certainly helped, but also being close enough to see all of the personal interactions really left a great impression. the cast were flawless — the divas were divas, the extras were divas, and everyone sang their hearts out. i’ve upgraded the musical rent from a 4/10 to a 6.5/10. there ya go.
ghetto fabulous
went to the edge afterwards, and almost, nearly almost, got myself into a bit of trouble with three non-english speaking lads. some part of me convinced me to not invest the 30 seconds of effort it would’ve taken to get me into serious trouble with them. good eric.
