well i s’pose….

yeah so i’m in some dodgy gay bar with mark and gregino…

ahhh, yes. the nightbus.

the president of my fan club rang me today, asking why i haven’t updated bloghserf with any remotely personal deets for the past few days. who are you sleeping with? what kind of pants do you have on? which celebrity did you shag in the toilets?

it’s been a madcap week, and for some reason i’m self-censoring. well, it’s not for some reason, there are actually two reasons. the first, is that i’m mildly ashamed/impressed/bemused/shocked at some of the things i’ve gotten up to in the past few weeks. but, since i’m self-censoring, i can’t really divulge more than that. the second, is that i’m really keen on chris, and, as we’re just in the formative stages of romance, and he reads this, i figured best to not overemphasize some of the undesirable things that i’ve gotten up to in the recent past.

i know, it sucks. but it sucks in a good way. it means that i get to spend my time being wholesome, and, perhaps, spend less time updating bloghserf and more time being happy. or something. is was certainly happy when chris showed up a few nights ago, with some valentine’s cupcakes, some strawberries and chocolate. despite what william blake might have to say, strawberries are sweetest when accompanied by a delicious boy with a winning smile.

last night were mark’s birthday festivities… the old boy has turned 26. too bad he can’t remain perpetually 24 like yours truly! haw haw! drinks at the edge, dinner at balans, drinks at friendly society and village before blagging our way into .heaven. i got to chat with teacher james about teaching [and how i accidentally hit on his boyfriend], and briefly with spikey james [who, confusingly enough is also a teacher], and a few of his female teacher friends. my next job will definitely be in teaching. i’d love to teach teenagers in math and science, or perhaps do higher-level computer training. i used to teach science programs for gifted youth, and lead several large-scale training programs whilst being a webwhore at scient.
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sigur rós

darian turned me on to sigur rós, a band from reykjavik who have churned out two hauntingly atmospheric [and dare i say trippy] albums. we all know that icelandic boys are hot, and their openly gay lead singer jon thor birgisson is no exception. after being made fun of for singing in icelandic, they now sing in their own made-up language of hopelandish. so there!

you must see the stunning video for viõrar vel til loftárasa [meaning good weather for air strikes] from their sophomore album, ágætis byrjun. the video tells a fun story, so i won’t tell you specifically why you should see it — i wouldn’t want to ruin the surprise. but, if you must know, click here. the video tells a fast-moving story using slow-motion vignettes, which jives nicely with the etherial music. check out the look on dad’s face at exactly 6 minutes into the clip.

from a mainstream music point-of-view, you’d have to imagine equal parts gus gus, björk and, say, coldplay. with a dash of radiohead. if it weren’t mark’s birthday tonight, i’d totally be at their gig tonight in london. totally.

enter the steam passage

so, the thing is, is that i’ve become quite anti-american after spending a few years in old blighty. i could attribute it to the dreadful american tourists, with their american flag sweatshirts, fanny packs and mispronunciations. or, i could blame it on annoying transplanted consultants and investment-bankers, pretending to be local but failing miserably as they go to watch les misérables for the 7th time. but, in actuality, it’s simply because most of the americans i’ve met have been people that i didn’t connect with. well, chris [conveniently from wisconsin] has definitely swept me off my yankee doodle feet.

i think the moment that i really felt a cosmic connection with the lad was on saturday night. we had started our date by sharing a nice meal, followed by a stroll, followed by some wine back at his. we were just chatting idly about music and life and hairspray and so on. we’re sitting comfortably on the floor, and he opens a second bottle of wine — as he pours it, he asks me,

for the next 10 seconds, a thousand thoughts fly through my mind. surely, he couldn’t have discovered bloghserf [my personal but online diary], where, just a few days ago, i referred to him as straight outta an abercrombie catalogue, whilst also rejoicing in my tawdry deviant exploits. i mean, i only gave him my other email address — it became immediately apparent that he did read bloghserf — reading about what i thought of him, what craziness i’ve been up to in the past few weeks [sex, drugs, rock'n'roll and simon] and god only knows what else.

but, nonetheless, he had agreed to our date, and it became obvious that he was just dropping the abercrombie comment to have some fun, and in an inadvertant way, to say, yeah, i like what i see so far.
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