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Everyone has personal memories of nights at Heaven, and if it was a particularly good night, no recollection whatsoever. These are just some of the things which spring to mind… New Year countdowns, hot panting bar boys, oiled up go-gos, superstar DJs, fierce black divas, semi-straight teasers, Polly on the bed, champagne celebrities, tattooed hunks, butch dykes, twitching chickens, indoor swimming, outdoor queuing, hot all dayers, ladies of the night, Crystal on the mic, lipstick lesbians, Phil Nankivell, Smiley faces, sour queens, disco darlings, laser lovers, twin brothers, feather wear, a PA from Cher, Per QX, Madonna, Gabriel, A gays, egos, she goes, Troll, Jonesy, Anthems, Pyramid, Pier Morrocco, punk babes blotto, Terry T Rex, trancers, house heads, Kimberly, Surie, Josie, Dee, Glendora, Dry iced eyes, tired disco thighs, biceps, big hair, Big Al, small S&M experts, vanilla virgins, Andy Almighty, Garage on a Friday, bi curiosity, muscle Marys, late night Wednesdays, Steroid sisters, disco classics, cutting edges, big dicks, glamour chicks, fresh talent, old news, high heel shoes, in crowds, out of the closet, up the tempo, indie trendies, funk feelers, scene stealers, Popcorn, stars of porn, Wayne G, Simon OB, Brent Nichols, The Sharp Boys, Tidy Girls, icons, Con artists, freaks, monsters, Gods, angels, witches, hitches, Brit pop, Britney, Jon Dennis, Whitney, silicone, silly clones, implants, Pori Young, meat rack, Mark Bamboch, costume dramas, Jay Eff charmers, wig wearers, sick swingers, mingers, singers, blingers, stars and their fuckers, stalkers, studs, stiffies, hippies, trippers, tourists, chop jobs, Tom McMillan, Gordon John, Departure Loungers, Bedrock, semi erect cock, glo stick Daddies, wimps, pimps, limp wristers, hard core fisters, smokers, jokers, hookers, lookers, Tallulah, Mrs.Wood, The Powder Room, David Rosen, Star Bar, Blu Peter, East Enders, cross dressers, crass tossers, poetic drinkers, thinkers, kinkers, Euratrash stinkers, Ian Levine, the Dakota Bar scene, Cha Cha’s, Vicki Edwards, The Land of Oz, Trademark, Danny Rumpling, friends of Dorothy, shirt lifters, Spectrum, Shoom, Rachel Auburn, queens who know better, white vests, handle bar taches, rubber wearers, Mother Inches, hipsters, Metro, techno, Marc Andrews, crops, bears, broads, benders, rent boys, Gay Priders, night riders, Nora Northcote, White Parties, catwalkers, up stagers, Paul Churchill, down towners, fibbers, blaggers, Jiggers, saints, pansies, Goths, fan dancers, Grace Jones, D’orcy, D’Johnny, Jock straps, Oakie, Tasty, Fruit Machine, fruit flies, beach parties, amyl nitrate, podium beamers, day glo dreamers, lurex screamers, over achievers, Leigh Bowery, High Energy, low lighting, in fighting, frankie Goes To Hollywood, Freddie Mercury, Princess Julia, Princess Anne and a miraculous, Twenty Five Year span.

Happy Birthday Heaven
Stewart Who? 2004

breaking my back just to know your name


heaven ain’t close in a place like this
or
got any american in ya?

on monday i endured horrific yet useless security checks in order to enter fortress america aka the american embassy. i passed dozens of machine-gun weilding guards and went through several checkpionts and barricades just to take care of some paperwork.

of course, in the midst of this high-security fortress, laden with protocol and rules and signage, there were several examples of people propping doors open and friendly guards just waving me through.

on tuesday my darling dragged me off to barcode for comedy camp, featuring several wicked comedians and comediennes, including one of the gals from 3 non-blonds. the theme for the evening was very obviously and very easily let’s poke fun of americans. it was funny for the first few minutes.

it was sorta like watching 4 black comedians repeat over and over, white people can’t dance! white people dance funny! white people don’t have rhythm! too easy, i’d say. the twinky american gay couple sat in the front row [one of them a living, breathing, bush supporter] didn’t help much.

on thursday a bit my american upbringing came out… i stopped by the tesco supermarket after work. while bagging my own groceries [aherm] the till clerk checkout lady managed to lose my tesco clubcard. we looked under the conveyor belt, i blinded myself on the laser-scanning thing… no luck.

she sends me to the customer service desk, instructing me that the store manager can get me a new card. i wait patiently for a few minutes for the manager to finish up with the customer she’s serving. after maybe 3 minutes go by, i realize that the manager is chatting with one of her friends. i very politely say, excuse me. not obnoxiously in the least. no reponse from her, so i say it again, excuse me? no response.

i move a little bit closer, say it again, excuse me?? this time with raised eyebrows. her friend turns to me, rolls her eyes. the manager turns to me, and puts her hand up, and says, i’m busy. shocked. nuh-uh is all i can think to myself. then, a woman comes up with some rolls of film to be developed, and the manager serves her before me.

not a big deal, just bad customer service, right? well, the manager, her friend and the new customer were all black. i normally am absolutely color blind, and would never read this much into it, but the horrible attitude of this manager made a lasting impression. so, the american in me immediately got out my pen and wrote a letter, directly to tesco hq accusing this manager of racism.

it’s just the american in me, i guess.

WWEBD?

friday
naked picnic at simon’s. mustard, mayonnaise and hairspray. i love his dorm room.

dinner with mark at balans in soho, followed by drinks at friendly society. the perplexingly friendly proprietess is now my best friend. run into .gregiño, teacher james, atif and spikey james along with a gaggle of lesbians.

off to .popstarz for six hours of grinding, pogoing, flirting, grooving and breakdancing. thank god for guestlists. i drunkenly call simon about 10 times.

in kings cross, we consume minging sandwiches which taste of soap, and then head back to finsbury park for some proper kebab shop grub. atif, greg, mark and i enjoy some early morning mtv-mtv2-mtv dance-mtv base-vh1-vh1 classic-the box-kiss-kerrang music videos.

the four of us decided to have a slumber party, which meant three to the bed and one on the floor mattress. greg was being a bit handsy, so we demoted him to the floor, but that was just the excuse he needed to jump and tickle and poke and prod us unsuspecting victims nestled on my bed. the pictures will easily illustrate who the victims were :wink:
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