Friday, May 11, 2001

In honour of today, check this out. Its high time we heard it at the RVT again.
It’s such a perfect day…….

I am just so enthusiastic at the moment, It’s 26% and the energy here in Soho is amazing, The square is already full, the pubs are spilling onto the pavements.
I am so in love with this Town.

I took a group of work colleagues over to Soho Square for a sales strategy meeting and we sat on the grass like a group of naughty schoolboys. ( in our business suits)

I took them to the gay corner of course, but they were non the wiser…

Thursday, May 10, 2001

Hey! Tomorrows Friday (so soon)

I love these bank holiday weeks; it’s always a surprise when Friday rolls around.
And it’s been quite a good week for me as well, besides the recovery period from the weekend’s party. My HTML presentation was reviewed by the powers that be and I have had a great report back on it, to the extent that they want me to write a coding standard for the company.

I haven’t really been up to very much this week on the home front besides chores ( a nice American word for you Michael) and I am really looking forward to a quiet weekend.

My main objective now is to pin down Mr Hedgehog for dinner before he deserts us for the joys of Sydney. This is not an easy task but I will get it right.

Here’s hoping for another sunny day tomorrow
Hey! Tomorrows Friday (so soon)

I love these bank holiday weeks; it’s always a surprise when Friday rolls around.
And it’s been quite a good week for me as well, besides the recovery period from the weekend’s party. My HTML presentation was reviewed by the powers that be and I have had a great report back on it, to the extent that they want me to write a coding standard for the company.

I haven’t really been up to very much this week on the home front besides chores ( a nice American word for you Michael) and I am really looking forward to a quiet weekend.

My main objective now is to pin down Mr Hedgehog for dinner before he deserts us for the joys of Sydney. This is not an easy task but I will get it right.

Here’s hoping for another sunny day tomorrow
I am so busy at work today, but took time to scan the blogs and just read
Tinman's farewell blog to the family dog. Well call me naff but I am sitting here with tears in my eyes.

Lovely day on Soho Square by the way, all the lads are out sunning themselves. Time to start taking lunch in the park methinks
Ever wondered how all those gadgets that lay around at home work? Then
here is a perfect site for you

Wednesday, May 09, 2001

I am very excited to be going to the Retro Bar for Eurovision on Saturday night. This will be my very first Eurovision party. Thanks to Karl for the tickets

Tuesday, May 08, 2001

I hate muscle marys (muscled gay boys to the straight readers). I am so tired of them being so damn perfect. At The Orange, I encountered quite a few of them bobbing enthusiastically to the music and looking at everyone smugly. They were so pumped up at 04h00 in the morning, surely they didn’t go to the gym and pump up in the middle of the night just to go to The Orange.

I think the problem is that I have tried to be a muscle mary for the last ten years and failed. I have spent hours in the gym, spent thousands on protein powders, creatine and loads of other junk and never got anywhere.

I haven’t tried steroids (maybe I should) and after Monday morning I don’t believe that your dick shrinks on them. I chanced upon two muscle marys shaking willies at each other at the urinals (as you do) and they were both hung like elephants.

Life just isn’t fair
OK, its caught up with me, I was innocently typing away about half an hour ago when
BAM!!!
something like a cricket bat wacked my on the back of the head.

I am trying to stay as still as possible and keep out of everybodys way at work.

Oh! the pain!!!
I have learned a new trick, here are Nicole and I
doing London on Sunday.
All my internal organs are screaming at me this morning. I am wondering why my feet are so sore but after a 16 hour clubathon I suppose it is self explanetary.

Busy day so will talk later

Monday, May 07, 2001

18h47, Monday, Bank Holiday

I have just woken up…

The weekend turned into very much what I predicted.

Friday Night

Had a few pints at work and home to shower, change and head off to Michael (Malta) for dinner. Although we thought it was to be a small gathering there were 12 of us in total. Michael, Karl, Alan, Andy, Don, Tighe, Graeme, Craig, Pete, Matthew , Wayne and myself.

We dined in our accustomed splendour, Michael is the self confessed Nigella Lawson of Malta. And proceeded to get awfully drunk and so taxied home at 01h00 and fell into bed. Besides Michael’s spectacular hospitality the highlight of the evening was finally meeting Matthew (he of Matthew and Richard fame) he is a very funny guy.

Saturday, started by getting my hair cut, then off to Sainsburys for the weekly shop and a trip to the gym. Then home to wait for Nicole to arrive. Her plane was delayed and she got in at 16h00 sadly, so that ruined my Saturday tourism schedule. (I’m a Capricorn, we live and die by our schedules), but did manage to go to Clapham for coffee and then on to Michael (more coffee) and then home to prepare dinner for Gordon and George. It was a lovely night and we got slightly wrecked again (german wine courtesy of Nicole).

I was up and ready to go at 08h00 on Sunday, we did the Tate Modern, lunch on the south bank, and the Kings Road in the afternoon (I was exhausted) and by the time we packed her on to a coach to Luton Airport we had barely enough time to rush home, buff and head up to the RVT. We arrived at 17h15 and the queue was a mile long. It took us 45 minutes to get in but it was worth it. The place rocked and everyone did too. We decided to go to Marvellous at Sub Station afterwards (more queues) but by this stage I didn’t mind at all. Marvellous was as shit as always but we did run into Royston and his band of merry men and this proved to be our downfall. Come to the Orange said Royston in a loud jolly voice. We couldn’t possibly we answered but he persuaded us and we arrived at the Viaduct at 04h30. What a fabulous club, All the dregs from the weekend under one roof. Wayne, Michael and I danced our little feet off until Michael lured a young gentleman home promising him home baked cookie(?).

And then there were two.

Wayne and I carried on as long as we could until Wayne came over to me and in a small voice said, I want to go home now. And who can refuse a registered sex god.

So we got in at 11h00 and fell into bed exhausted but happy.