nocturnal adjective
1. of, used during, occurring in, or relating to the night
2. (of animals) active at night
3. (of plants) having flowers that open at night and close by day
This describes my recent behaviour well, especially the ‘of animals’ bit. Oh dear ( Read more... )

I am loathe to littering these pages with references to pop culture but Merlin’s silent protest has compelled me to break my six-week Livejournal posting hiatus. Who’d have thought this kooky man would be able to so stun an audience who, in three iterations of Australia’s Big Brother, had so far seen nothing more memorable than a slightly ( Read more... )

I’m staying ( Read more... )

Sorry for harping about that Toyota Avalon again but my eldest brother made a comment on it, specifically, that it is so ugly that he wouldn’t want to be seen dead in one. Quite. This made me recall my late grandfather who was a passionate Holden fan and wouldn’t wish to be seen dead in a Ford but, in fact, was. The particular example used as a ( Read more... )

Tuesday began with a hurried dash to get to the airport from Bruce and Paul’s Eastern Suburbs Gay Youth Hostel and ended here, typing this, fuelled by fleeting inspiration and half a can of flat Red Bull. The speed of air travel is often a curse to sentimentalists like myself who would prefer a less abrupt transition to the crisp chill of Adelaide’ ( Read more... )

The results are pretty pointless, but this tool is scarily geeky. If anyone deserved to be told that they had too much time on their hands...

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Here continues my shortened paraphrase of ‘Street Scene - A History of Oxford Street’ by Clive Faro, an insight into the tumultuous story of Sydney’s gay Mecca. Enjoy.

( The Decline of the Boulevarde )

The Commonwealth Bank have a frustrating penchant for sending letters to remind me how much I owe on my credit card - as if I actually wanted to know how much I owe on my credit card. It would seem that this is the only activity which they carry out with any recognisable degree of efficiency.

Speaking of (insert witty segue here) I went on a nice ( Read more... )

I’ve lately been intrigued by the history of Sydney’s Oxford Street and wondered, to be honest, how the fuck it morphed into what we see in 2004. I borrowed from the library ‘Street Scene - A History of Oxford Street’ by Clive Faro, a text that I found to be haphazardly organised, but fascinating nonetheless. I relate to you here its more ( Read more... )

A couple of individuals at work wonder why I regularly have my hair changed to a funny colour and arrive late to work every day only to sit at my desk and eat constantly. I explain that these habits are justified respectively by the fact that I am a gay insomniac with a fast metabolism. One also questioned the sense in me having my nipple pierced ( ( Read more... )