Friday, April 27, 2001

Wayne wins the clever boyfriend award for getting us Madonna tickets
I was out and about in London today, attending to some business and got stranded on the Bakerloo line as there was a fire or risk of one at Charing Cross. I think its Mr Swish Cottage himself, burning up our capitals streets. You go David, rather you than me.
I finally tracked it down, TWISTED a mix by Wayne G featuring Stewart Who WOW!! I know its not the newest but it packs a punch. To me it sort of describes the Gay scene in South London, I mean the lines like

I don't want to come down
I want to stay high
want to get twisted
I'm that kinda guy

So later....

could be from my mouth on those lost weekends.

Roll on Saturday

Thursday, April 26, 2001

> At age 4, success is... not peeing in your pants.
> At age 12, success is... having friends.
> At age 18, success is... having a driver's license.
> At age 20, success is... having sex.
> At age 35, success is... having money.
> At age 50, success is... having money.
> At age 60, success is... having sex.
> At age 70, success is... having a driver's license.
> At age 75, success is... having friends.
> At age 80, success is... not peeing in your pants.

Wednesday, April 25, 2001

I haven’t picked up a book to study a subject since I was at school way back when the earth was cooling, and I wasn’t very good at it even then, but I find myself in a studying situation once more. My god, its not easy, how do the degree collectors (we all know at least one) do it. To think, all this to ensure that I keep my job when the recession hits hard.

Does anyone have the correct lotto numbers for tonight, PLEASE!!!
Blogging is such a voyeuristic thing to partake in don’t you think. Its like looking into other people’s living rooms as you pass by.
I am sure we are all guilty of having done that once in a while.

My latest link is to a guy called Mark, who e-mailed me complimenting me on my Blog (thank you kindly). I have become a spectator in his life as well.

Tuesday, April 24, 2001

Comfort food is my downfall. You know what I mean, what you eat when you have had a shitty day or to celebrate the fact that you decided not to go to gym after work or knowingly gone into unauthorised overdraft. Also realising that you are in your 30’s (and deeper that you would want to be). I am so guilty of all of the above but vindicate myself by pigging out on Snicker Bars, Kettle Fried Crisps, Liquorice Allsorts, Red Meat, Coco Pops, Tom and Jerry “Phishfood”, any innocent looking chocolate and of course the homo national food PASTA of any stylish variety.

Comfort food is so much easier than self control
Tuesday and I am in a good mood!!! (this is a first)

I am looking out of my office window and guess what…

It’s raining again

I keep telling myself that we need the rain, but I admit that that excuse is wearing off. Don’t get me wrong, I am not one of those “when we” ex South Africans, you know the type who constantly bitch about being in London. I love every minute of the grey weather because I know when summer does come (and it will), we will all appreciate it so much that it will be the best of times. Besides summer in London, my other favourite places to be in the world to be are Dullstroom a small trout fishing getaway in Mpumalanga, South Africa. The town is 60% gay run and as you can imagine, fabulous place to retire and run a pub, The disused catholic mission station, at the very top of Mahe’ in the Seychelles (where I want my ashes scattered one day, because I have never seen anything quite so beautiful) and of course
Cape Town, where every gay boy should go at least once.

I am sure I will be adding Sydney to my list when I finally get there. So prepare yourself
Hedgehog you will be getting a house-guest some time in the future.

Monday, April 23, 2001

A weekend without any minkering??? Me???? Unbelievable but true.

Maybe I have taken a page out of Jonathan’s book and will appreciate my Tuesdays again too.

I can’t begin to tell you all how great I feel this morning (OK, I’ll shut up now)

Full marks to Scally, I enjoyed reading about your weekend, I get those same feelings about other peoples places all the time. I think its an art to look annoyingly perfect, one that I haven’t mastered yet.