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George Soros has been splattered with glue by two Ukranian 'students' whilst giving a talk in the country.

"Soros, Out of Ukraine! You'll get nothing here!" the Ukrainians shouted as they carried out their protest Wednesday, the Interfax news agency reported. They were immediately detained and led away by security personnel.

Soros said he doubted it was just an ordinary incident. "Somebody is behind this," he was quoted as saying by Interfax.

Great guy, big thumbs up.. Someone get him a washcloth or soemthing. A drycleaners perhaps.
Bloomberg story

Saw the Passion of Christ yesterday and saw through the passion

Then just now look up the current news, after feeling completely out of it for the last few days, to find headlines of Iraqis hacking apart the burnt remains of a human body. The person had been in a car attacked in Fallujah. This is so disturbing because I came home from the movie last night stunned and subdued.
I talked to my mother about how it seemed like a drawn out viewing of someone being beaten to death by malicious and callous people. I was aghast at the brutality of the film and yet comforted that this kind of killing didn't happen any more. Then my mom replied by pointing me to the recent series of articles in the Guardian which we get every day, covering the ten year anniversary of the attrocities in Rwanda:

"In 1994, around 800,000 people were massacred when Rwanda's Hutu majority turned against the Tutsi community. One of the worst atrocities took place in the town of Kibuye, where 21,000 were killed in two days. A decade on, Chris McGreal, who reported on the genocide at the time, returns to the town to talk to the survivors - and the killers living among them " Guardian article

I had, perhaps falsely, hoped that the sort of torture and deliberate suffering inflicted on others would have come to a form of halt. People will kill, I can accept, but I would have thought that by now we'd move to shooting someone in the head to do the job. Instead, people still act in the most horrific and brutal ways possible. How does one pick oneself up to maintain a 'happy' existence with knowledge of such suffering. We are all at fault and yet a the same time how can anyone be said to be a cause for actions like these....

Read below/don't read below, it's up to you, either way it's not anything you ever want to hear.

The militia burned tyres at the church's heavy wooden doors to smoke out the condemned into the path of swirling machetes. A barrage of grenades and gunfire cut down many who remained inside until the interahamwe burst through, chopping at the living and the dead. Madalena ran for the back door with her father.

"As he went out he was hacked and immediately killed. So many people running out the door were killed, but somehow the blades never caught me. I kept running all the way to the lake. There was a crowd of us but at the lake there were more militia. So we turned and ran to the nuns' home," she says. "I didn't know where to hide, so I went to the cellars."

Young women were hauled into the undergrowth and gang raped, among them a girl called Rahel, whose attackers then gouged her eyes out. She begged to be led to the lake so she could drown herself but there were too many militiamen down by the water and she bled to death.

Fallujah attacks (AP)

Letter from America is no more

Alistair Cooke died yesterday. The post from America is now down.

"Writer and BBC broadcaster Alistair Cooke, famed for his programme Letter From America, has died aged 95. BBC News Online looks back at his long and respected career.

For more than half a century, Alistair Cooke's weekly broadcasts of Letter from America for BBC radio monitored the pulse of life in the United States and relayed its strengths and weaknesses to 50 countries.

His retirement from the show earlier this month after 58 years, due to ill health, brought a flood of tributes for his huge contributing to broadcasting."

Those you miss show you what you like. He was amazing because he spoke so slowly, authoritatively and seemingly about nothing at all. He was a moderate conservative who wouldn't smother you in politics, but give interpretations of current events through the eyes of someone who had grown up patting the heads of current leaders when they were ten years old. Although is broadcasts slowed considerably in the latter months, his style and wisdom shone through.
He was also a Guardian columist for many years, a tv presenter and novelist. No one-trick pony.
Guardian Obituary
BBC: Letter from America

Moved the clocks forward yesterday

We were supposed to as well, I wasn't just trying to annoy people. Though if you put Function # # 2552 on the phone system at my work you could do that and severely annoy people. As Cory reminds us here, it's now Summer Time, yet I feel GREAT! Not exhausted one bit, and completely energised. Although it's back to the bad old days of waking up in complete blackness, the evenings are so much brighter. I can now go to the gym and leave with the sky still bright, making it feel less of a chore which denies me of life, but an additional plus of living in the city.

New style google?

I was just looking around the web, trying to catch up a little with how things are, and it appeared to me that Google looked different. What's changed? Didn't they used to have tabs?

Ahhh.. Ok. Yes they did. Now they don't. Supposedly, not having the tabs releases "screen real estate". I didn't know it made a difference - you've still got to have the page open, there's nothing else on the screen, therefore who cares! I thought it had happened a long time ago and I just hadn't noticed. Not so - the change occurred today. That's me - on the ball!

um. wow!

"A California Superior Court judge has thrown out a lawsuit against Walt Disney Co. over hundreds of millions of dollars in revenue from Winnie the Pooh, Disney's lawyer Daniel Petrocelli said Monday."

'Please sir, could we have some more information?' Otherwise you've just gotta go "wha!". That was kinda unexpected.
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Oh my god!

Had the most crazy day.... Not messed up by the end of it. Not feeling shattered. Did lots of gym and yet feel good. Maybe it was the hot boy I was stretching next too.... Awww nice.

Didn't get to sleep until after 6 AM

Don't know why. I had to put blankets and stuff all over my windows to block out the light, as the sun was already coming up. It was like some sort of awful torture, knowing that everyone else would be waking up in a few short hours and then they'd make noise, wake you and the whole situation would become immeasureably worse.
Now I'm knackered. Anyone else not sleep well last night. Rubbish isn't it.

Condoleezza Rice

"She says she preserves the confidentiality of the White House. Yet she goes on any television. Tonight she is scheduled for the "60 Minutes" show. There is no precedent stopping presidential advisers from testifying in front of a committee. Just in recent times, you had Zbigniew Brzezinski, Sanford Berger, John Podesta and Charles Ruff appear.
And right now you are entitled to think that by refusing to appear under oath, Rice has something to hide.

Already, she has us mixed up by saying in a private meeting that she never heard anybody mention that planes could be used as missiles. Then she asked to change that story and said that intelligence might have or did mention this two years before. Good and vague. For somebody in New York, this deepens the suspicion that because this was about New York, where they don't visit or even campaign, not with our population, the Bush people could care less about us."

I'd forget this if I didn't note it down somewhere, so like Lunanina does. The whole thing of doing public slanging of Democrats and then officially making 'no comment' gives me a headache. Be honest for once and say what you really mean by saying it, rather than just relying on talk radio to slander it out for you.

Newsday comment piece

And... I'm going to see the boy again.

Panic.
I'm a nice guy, but how do I show that, without going too far. I can talk about sex without wanting to do it. Obviously there's no way anyone's going to pressure me, but it's the possibility.
He's hot you know!

Tonight will be payback

Last Saturday I spent the whole evening managing the drunkeness of a friend of mine. Being drunk isn't such a bad thing really, but when it's done in a nightclub, when exhausted and dangerously, it's not fun. He was wandering around the club not telling anyone where he was going, drinking more and more (having had over eight units before even coming out) and generally being a danger to himself.
Earlier that evening, just as tonight, I'd been taking care of some kids whilst their parents were out. This was easy - a one year old, an eight year old, and a porn obsessed eleven year old. They're pretty easy kids: the baby sleeps most of the time, the eight year old girl plays dolls and watches animated ballet videos with me, whilst the older boy pretends he's not dirty when I find google search terms of 'bound and gagged with rope on chair + ladies' on his computer. Look at it all you want when I'm not around kiddo, but whilst I'm here, the computer stays off. Anyway, taking care of them was good, what was not fun was the babysitting later in the evening that I had to do for my 30 year old mate. So tonight he's promised to not drink much, keep it calm, but have fun all the same. Lets just hope so.
The challenge for me has been this: how do I dress gay for the nightclub I go to after babysitting, whilst still being straight enough to seem respectable before I go. I believe I am the master of double dressing. It's all in the layers, and also crucially, t-shirts that will look hot when out, but just too small when taking care of the kids. That's where the layers come in. Cover up the 'suck my juicy cock' labelled t-shirt and you're all well. Unless the baby throws up on your layering in which case you're completely fucked.

I feel like a stone.

I've been rolled around in the dust and am ready to be thrown out into the woods, left to weather away amongst the wildflowers until a piece of futuristic farming equipment comes along to dig up the field. When this happens I'll ruin the machine by getting in the mechanisms and blades, chewing up the parts and destroying the innards. At this point vengance will be over. I feel like this because I've used the long distance bus, a place for poor, smelly dropouts who are too pragmatic for the train. The places where buses leave at seven in the morning do not appeal at all, especially at seven in the morning. Also, public transport takes twice as long as a car and is ten times more draining, leaving me with little room for forgiving its faults.
I was up at 5AM this morning for a journey that would only normally take an hour and a half. It took four and 3/4 hours. Everything gets exhausted, but particularly knees (no leg room) and eyes (artificially treated air). My knees feel like someone took a hammer to them and judiciously battered every part of them that might be most painful. Then some all-powerful Norse god has been cooking and spilt all her salt in my eyes whilst I was dosing on the bus, leaving me dry and squinty like a whale out of water. I want to shower and sleep but that would not be the 'done' thing, one has to be present and correct. Innit!>>>

It's nice to help though, so all the messed up journey is worth it when people appreciate efforts that would appear tiny to oneself but are major difficulties for another. It's all perspective right?

Zatôichi

Went to see the film Zatôichi today on the insistence of one of my friends. I'd never heard of it before, but it appears to have won several major awards - Best Film at Sundance this year. The film is about the Masseur Zatôichi who wanders the Japan of old, avenging the oppressed. He's blind (of course!) and yet manages prevent all types of attack. It deserves the 18 rating as there is a lot of gruesome violence, especially noticeable is the quantity of blood continually spurting out of the victims. I think at some point someone was a bit overzealous with the CGI perhaps. The best thing for me though was the music; I can't wait for the soundtrack. The movie sounds like a fusion of 19th Century traditional Japanese music with some New York hip-hop of the 1990's. Throughout the majority of the film I could have just imagined some DJ slapping a thumping bass line under whatever plucking treble was on at that time to create a 'phat' dance tune. If you see it, best of all is the amazing tap dance esque final sequence where most of the cast dances along.
It's violent, but also funny. It' clearly funny in a Japanese way - there are no verbal jokes, the humour being much more of a take it or leave it style. You may get what they're doing - though some may not even realise that something was supposed to be funny.

And I only got to see half the movie - I'd been caught in a 'Security Alert' that closed down the whole of the city centre. Literally - wherever you were, it must have been at least a square mile area locked down. I still loved the film.

It seems that Max, one day after school decided to make some spoof ads for abstinence and also anti-drug campgains. That was on different days. Sisters feature with friends stuffing clothes full of pillows alongside 'gritty' headlines.
"my sister and her friend stuffed their tummies with blankets. We started taking pictures of them in funny poses. Then we decided to have my sister looking sadly out of a window. Well, one thing led to another, and we ended up with this pretty funny spoof abstinence campaign"

It's supposed to be funny. Yet at the same time you can get the message more strongly from these because they're not trying to be too worthy.

abstinence campaign
Followed by: drugs - true?

via Adrants

Family update:

IF you've read this page for a while, you'll know my Grandmother was in hospital recently after a rather awful fall. I should now say that she's doing much better and seems to be on the home straight. I only bring this up because the thought was brought to the forefront of my mind today. Another calamity - my grandfather is now in hospital for heart failure. Planets aligning, divine influence or whatever the force, something has made this happen on the day that I'm about to 'go' on holiday for the next three days. There I will be. Doting grandson?

Gay commitment - has the social pressure transferred to the 'new style' relationships?

A friend was panicking the other day - he'd lost his engagement ring. He said that his partner would go mad. The next day I see him again and he's in a bad way - the two have split up. My friend had been out a few nights before for some drinks, then this, losing such a special thing. How could the two stay together - where's the dedication and commitment there.
And of course that's the rub. They've been together for five months. Then they're already engaged. I love that as well - how oblique that they're getting ready to marry whilst gay marriage is still outlawed in this country. Perhaps that's an indication of their forward planning and dedication, but I think of it more as optimism. What puzzles me is how now, gays have all the social pressure to show some formal commitment to one another just as heterosexuals.
For decades, gay society has been seen to be all about image, sex, sleeping around and so forth. Men have almost been expected to be, whilst arty stylish and 'cool', shallow, promiscuous and amoral. Suddenly, with the advent of the gay marriage debate, the issue seems to have quietly exploded in the minds of many gay men. Though not widely discussed, there has been a shift. Amongst many of my friends the prescribed way of doing things is frowned upon. Partly of course this is due to the fear of STIs and greatest of all HIV, but there is something else in it.
Coming out now involves an acceptance of gay culture (unless you’re one of the fabled ‘straight acting’ fags) and acknowledgement that one is part of this group. Being gay means something. Whilst perhaps previously there was no definite image attached to the ‘gay man’ the Queer Eye For The Straight Guy”/Queer as Folk/Versace/Elton John/McKellen media image has been slowly solidified in the minds of the middle classes. If I’m going to be part of this I want to be able to defend it and stand up for all its rights and wrongs. To me, a gay nightclub feels a hundred times safer than a straight one. I want to value those figureheads in the public eye. I care about the cultural image being settled on.
Central to this is the fact that for so long, gays have been seen to be flighty, but finally this is now changing. When we now feel we can commit to one another, those acts of faith will flood out.
Gay or straight, there’s no difference in the desire to stick together. Now it’s all just out of the closet.

It's Eating me Out.

There's a new film that I saw was being screened at the London GLBT film festival coming up. Eugh, I wanna go, but of course can't. It looks great though:
"Caleb is a hunky poli-sci major with an affection for aggressive girls. Gwen is an aggressive girl who falls for gay acting boys. It's a match made in therapy.

In a plan hatched by his crafty gay roommate Kyle, Caleb finds himself pretending to be gay to woo Gwen, but their scheme is thwarted when Gwen decides that Caleb would be the perfect catch for her own gay roommate, Marc [shown, left]—the object of Kyle’s affection.

Caleb is faced with a confusing proposition. Gwen wonders if she'll ever find a straight guy. Marc can't tell why the new guy is so hot and cold. And Kyle watches the two loves of his life leave him behind."

This was reccomended in the Guardian Guide as one of the better movies in the festival, as well as one called '15' (see here too). I can't bring up the info on the Guardian's website, but trust me, it's somewhere out there. In a way, I don't like the fact that 'gay' movies have to be labelled as such, but if you're otherwise going to be watching Mandy Moore getting upset over a broken nail, then please, label away.


Official Homepage

His name is Patrick also

Which really threw me the first time we talked. And when I saw talked I mean gabbled odd words to each other in an ear-shattering nightclub. I went again this week - the standard Thursday night/Saturday night routine where we're supposed to exhaust oneself on Thursday, sleep it off Friday and then repeat on Saturday. You end up a living Mummy unless you're a student, able to wake around mid-day and still are presumed to be 'working'. My 6AM thing which I continually moan about just doesn't allow human life to function on this type of sleep pattern.

Anyway, since we'd been to York Manchester, I'd missed this routine one week, and having not been in the whole mood for it, I've managed to not partake of the club scene in this rotten city for over two months - the last time being the sublime and terrifying Jamelia performance. It wasn't her menacing family standing at the side of the stage which put me off, or the hetty bitches pushing and shoving to get a look (CALM DOWN - IT'S JUST JAMELIA!), but the whole tired, fake happy, rip-off thing that made me want a break from the scene. I don't mind it in short bursts, but can't handle being ripped off continually.

I missed seeing him. 'We' do the thing of not really approaching one another much, but still acknowledging one another's presence. Some of the guys had gone off to the bar yesterday for more drinks (yet again) and I was left waiting. A minute later I feel a tap on the side of my head and expect it's a friend just being a dick so I don't hurry to turn around. When I do glance up to see who it is, his beaming face is laughing at me from above.
This I like - we're playing a game where, since I'm scared to death of advancing, I can play safe and not be too much, and yet still have fun.

That's what I'm supposed to do.... right?

What am I so afraid of....?

I'm looking at the guy and I really want to approach, and yet there's so much trepidation. I don't even know where to begin to explain the situation in full because the thing is, in a way, there is no sitaution. There's nothing going on, and yet there could be. But there isn't, and yet there could be.
Does this sound confused - it should do - I haven't a clue where this is going, where my 'situation' is going or where I want it to go.
Double Double, Toil and Trouble

Interview with Jason Nevins from about.com

He's the DJ behind last year's hit "I'm in Heaven" ft Holly James, and the excellent mix of "Nothing Fails" which is on Madonna's Remixed and Revisited EP. Great stuff.

RS: Whenever I mention to people Jason Nevins, they all know about your mix of Run DMC’s “It’s Like That” and how at the 2003 Billboard Dance Music Summit in New York, you told the story of the record. How did that record come into being and what have you learnt from the experience?
Nevins: The first thing that I’ve learned from experience, is that you really can’t believe what people tell you and you have to take matters into your own hands The second thing is to never bring a record to its original label, like I did with this record. I brought my remix to Profile, which owns the Run DMC catalogue, and that was a huge mistake right there because I basically brought them what they already owned and they had free will to do with it what they wanted. That’s why I got stuck with the lousy deal that I did, because it sold nearly five million copies and I got about five thousand dollars from it.

RS: Also in that 80s slant, what inspired the Michael Jackson sample for you’re “I’m in Heaven” record?
Nevins: No, believe it or not, there was a bootleg that was floating around that I loved, and they did a similar thing. I got the idea basically from that bootleg and I re-did it and recreated the whole thing and then wrote the lyrics myself. I came up with the whole thing, producing and engineering it from start to finish. It was a white label thing that I found and I turned it into something authentic and legitimate.

dancemusic.about.com interview

Celebrities swearing

You might even recognise some of them too!
Rather odd to see a procession of high profile B-lists professing their favorite swear-words.
This comes from a series made for the UK tv channel, 4. As well as this one they did some on the personality's age they lost their virginity and favorite clean word.
http://www.updater.co.uk/

It's the GREY album

Of course this is really late and everything, but I just remembered it. I got this a few weeks ago, and was just desperately trying to free space on my drives and found the files again. I'm loving "Justify My Thug". There's a thumping bass line, and a top line that just floats over it all.

THE GREY ALBUM STORY
The Grey album story starts with a little known DJ who mixed the vocals of Jay-Z's The Black Album with the Beatles' White album. This, creatively enough, became the Grey Album. He sent out a some promo copies (supposedly the paltry 3,000). As one would expect, having not cleared the rights with EMI/Sony or Def Jam, the respective copyright holders were not best pleased and began sending out cease and desist letters. He's stopped sending it out, but that doesn't stop the rest of us being interesting in the product. If there's no way of getting it without using the net (the sum royalties required by both parties equalling more than 100% of the cost, it would never be economic to publish widely) - we might as well enjoy the music whilst we can.

"If somebody like Ringo or Paul McCartney heard it, I think they would dig it," says Danger Mouse. "If Jay-Z heard it and said, 'This sucks, dude,' then I'd be like, 'OK, everyone please send me back their copies.'"
How to get it
RollingStone review

Mother accused of murder for refusing a caesarean

I read the story (link) and can only feel pity for her. She looks awful, must have had the most dreadful life, and will now be going through hell. Even the news outlets appear to be down on her - in finding the picture code for this entry, I'm shown that the name which Foxnews gave to her image is "csectionwoman.jpg". She no longer has a name, but is simply identified by her misdeads. Harold Shipman would be 'killergp.jpg" Timothy Mcveigh would become "Oklahomabomb.jpg".

FOXNews: "Melissa Ann Rowland (search), 28, appeared in court via video teleconference from jail. Her attorney entered a not guilty plea on her behalf to one count of criminal homicide (search).

Prosecutors say Rowland ignored multiple recommendations that she get a C-section to save the lives of her twins. One of the babies, a boy, was stillborn. The other, a girl, survived and already has been adopted."

Houston Chronicle: SALT LAKE CITY -- The woman charged with killing one of her twins by refusing a Caesarean section was convicted of child endangerment in Pittsburgh nearly four years ago, a newspaper reported Saturday. The 2000 conviction of Melissa Rowland stemmed from a supermarket incident in which she punched her daughter several times in the face after the toddler picked up a candy bar and began eating it, the Pittsburgh Tribune-Review reported. Witnesses said Rowland screamed, "You ate the candy bar and now I can't buy my cigarettes." An Allegheny County, Pa., court sentenced Rowland to five years probation for simple assault, reckless endangerment and endangering the welfare of a child. Her daughter was turned over to a child-welfare agency.

Obviously, what she did was wrong. It would be a gut-wrenching action for anyone hoping to get pregnant, who is pregnant or with young children, yet we don't know the whole story. Was she merely an extremely bad parent or were there contributing factors pushing her along the way to becoming violent and a danger to children. The behaviour reported in the Chronicle is not that of someone on the straight and narrow. I would hope that whether she is convicted of murder or not, those around her have compassion and believe in her ability to change with time.
Though I'm not religious, this is the type of situation where I would say, pray.

Sleep last night

Thirteen hours.

I feel now, after being really well rested there, that I should have been doing something with the time other than just lazing in the dark. I should have been getting down with some boy deep under the covers, suffused in his smell, licking everywhere. I ought to have had lots of sex, many times through the night, waking up horny for another quick session. This sounds like fun. If we're both careful we can balance on my beautiful cast-iron bed that creaks and groans whenever you move on it. It's alright normally, I only weigh 70 kilograms, but with two people writhing, the noise would be less discrete. So perhaps I should title this "I wanted to have lots of sex last night, but got lots of sleep instead". That's not very catchy though. It doesn't roll of your tongue like a drop of warm....

DIRTY


HOT

How beautiful is this - flash typography

It's like art with text - a piece of work developing and modifying in front of your eyes.
Each of the flash movies is different in its own way. Stunning. This comes via trendsetters
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ni9e

'New' shoe

Bargain! £17 down from £55. I know you don't care, but it's fun getting stuff cheap whislt browsing tat. That's why markets are poplular. I got these today whilst looking through the mountains of rubbish that trickles through the UK attempting to look cool. Of course, by buying these I am assuming they look cool. But then, I think they do.
These red things are part of the dying boxing/ballet shoe trend that's been going around over the last year. The trend has allowed Gola to come out of their pariah status to become accepted by the snobbish classes as being 'street'. No mistake, they're awful shoes. Mine are not Gola, I would not wear that kind of thing on my feet, I'd prefer worn out old running shoes. At least those are comfortable, rather than just being a tiny, overpriced glove over your socks.

out to a film

So we went out to this film tonight. The plan was that it was going to be a big blockbuster of some sort - a summer hit. We get to the screening and they don't tell us anything - on the information screen outside there's a mysterious 'Surprise Film' title instead of the normal details like Finding Nemo or such like. As they won't let us into the screen until just before the movie starts, we spend the last few minutes outside speculating about what's going to be shown. R is saying the new Harry Potter (Azkaban), I'm sticking to Sky Captain and the World of Tomorrow. Of course we have no idea what it's really going to be - we're just messing around.
The whole thing was part of the local film festival and looking to congratulate those who'd helped - in the little speech at the start of the film, the 'director' of the film festival mentioned how a lot of those who'd helped in the organisation were in the house. Whatever.
Anyway, we were in, the film was rolling - having had twenty minutes of ads and trailers. Then the screen goes black and the movie proper starts. Two names show up on the screen which make me grown. I couldn't believe it.
Starsky & Hutch
What a letdown. Rubbish movie, lots of cheesy lines of which a few were funny. There's a reason I'd never been to see a Ben Stiller movie before. It was full of really obvious plot twists and tedious movements of action where, having had a more intelligent audience, they could have jumped and just assumed we'd understand.
One other thing I loved about it was that they played tunes like 'Love Will Keep Us Together' and other such classics out in full - hoping to content the teenage kids out on dates - allowing them to sing along the whole way through and feel like they're 'down wit' the classics. Rubbish.

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On Saturday night,
following Friday's trip down Canal street, we did another trip down Canal street, the main bar area in the Manchester scene. Much more organised and, to be honest, upmarket than where I live though of course that wouldn't be very hard. Amonst others, we saw Queer, Prague Five, Baa Bar - where I was forced into downing seven shots in about an hour - massive for lightweight me! Spirit was by far my favorite, a less Ben Sherman led crowd. Plus, they were younger in general without being tacky, student focused discounts and such. We also did Bartholomew and Velvet, neither of which were really different from the rest of the crowd, though this didn't make them bad at all - the quality of place there is great. Residents of Manchester don't have to put up with bad service, lame DJ's or expensive drinks - the choice is there.

Cruz 101 was for Friday night - rubbish, don't bother. The place didn't wake up until about midnight. When we got there at ten past eleven, there were only two other people in the club. If you shut at three, it's not worth my while going inside if I'm only going to be there a few hours. Needs work.

Did I mention that I'm back from York Manchester

And completely knackered. Going out two nights in a row until 3:30 and then waking at 6 doesn't sound too mad, but I dance. I get tired. So did everyone else. Canal street was fun. I'm sure York would have been too.

"Yeah, like, totally!"

UPDATE:
And now I feel like shit. I've been off work today due to well thought out forward planning on my part, and I've been wandering around my house with a kind or lurgy where my head just feels like I've been wrapped in very tight towel - can't hear anything right, have a rough and tuble headache that comes and goes, and my whole body aches. Problem is, I haven't had a drink since Saturday night/Sunday morning, so there's no hangover there. Plus, I'd had two bottles of water at about three o'clock Sunday morning - preventative treatment. Shoddy body is all I can say. Almost makes me wish I'd gone for a quiet weekend in York like I'd told my parents!

Blink 182 - I Miss You

"Where are you and I'm so sorry
I cannot sleep I cannot dream tonight
I need somebody and always
This sick strange darkness
Comes creeping on so haunting every time
And as I stared I counted
Webs from all the spiders
Catching things and eating their insides
Like indecision to call you
and hear your voice of treason
Will you come home and stop this pain tonight
Stop this pain tonight"

It's the most morbidly sick song ever, but at the same time beautiful and haunting. I find myself having to repeat the song on my computer again and again - the best ad for filesharing ever, which if I didn't have, couldn't enthuse about the song, and wouldn't care. The style of the band here has shifted so much away from their earlier shouting. Though they were never Sum 41 noise, this song is clearly an improvement in harmony and tempo. I wonder how they'd approach it live - whether they'd go over the top on guitars as most bands appear to, or stick with the vocal rich version as on the single. The close-in sound of the con

We're off for a big gay weekend

In manchester. I'm hoping I won't be taken advantage of by some big fag, but hey... you know, what happens, happens!

Shall we all go for a 'Boy-zilian'

at the TruSpa in SanFrancisco? Could be fun - but... stubble!
I don't think I need a tidy down there, but if you do... don't hesitate. I can understand girls doing this whole thing - you've only got a bit of hair, mainly concentrated in front. But most guys are rather more covered. I'm assuming they'll wax your ass and such associated parts too, which could lead to rather a lot of chaffing. Perhaps we'll soon see guys walking down the street bow-legged and will immediately know they've just been done. Well, either fucked or waxed. Take your pick.
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So I didn't go to the club

But instead went to a pirate-themed party with my sister and parents. It's been a while since I went anywhere with my family, so it was interesting. We all had to - on pain of death - dress up in fancy dandy clothes, as the host (a girl called George) had been threatening people that if they arrived in anything less than a spectacular gettup, they'd be turned away at the door. Needless to say, in my 'vintage' Kenzo puff trousers and tight t-shirts, I arrived with enough flair to be welcomed whole-heartedly. My parents looked like complete dupes - hook fashioned from coat-hanger and so forth - that we left them to fend for themselves in the 'standing up and getting bored' room, whilst exploring the house for ourselves. My sister and I make a rather good double act - especially when I can see the boys oogling her and use this to relentlessly tease her the next week. They're clever boys though, so were relatively subtle about it - especially since I was sitting just a few seats from her. Ahhhh.... the older brother!