Hello again. I'm still still alive. In fact, I recently turned twenty (15th of June to be precise), which is something of milestone in my book. I didn't really want to turn twenty. I realised when I turned 19 that I wanted to stay 18 forever - but there's nothing I can do about it now, except spend the rest of my life in denial. There is something ( Read more... )

Right, people, I promise you I will get around to that circumcision post - I keep on forgetting it, getting distracted (very common feature in my life, is distraction) and putting it aside. at the moment, I have the attention span of a gnat, so maybe tomorrow...

In the meantime I have some mildly amusing news about my love-life.

Going by the ( Read more... )

Sorry everyone, I'm dead. I couldn't sleep last night, and for some reason I feel like a walking corpse today. I can't fathom why this is. During my mid-teens I used to do crazy all-nighter stints for 36 hours or more on the trot staying awake - without feeling the slightest side-effect until the last few hours, before collapsing in a heap into my ( Read more... )

Just thought I'd make a quick post to endorse my old mate Paul's site. This is because I'm just off the phone to him and he let me know that they now have MERCHANDISE on his satire site The Daily Mash.

I'm so damn proud of Paul for pushing the boat out with this wee site. I was there in the fledgling stages, hearing him talk about the plan for a ( Read more... )

Good evening. I'm back again after a short break of listening to Fleetwood Mac (dad's influence), studying male circumcision and a bit of immunology, and being a complete social recluse.

I would just like to extend my arms in a virtual hug to all those who had emails, texts and phonecalls go unreturned over the past couple of weeks. My mind was ( Read more... )

I'm up late again tonight. In fact, I'm still sobering up from a few drinks a few hours ago - but I must post. I have a screaming sound in my ears, my palms are sweating and I am twitching. Desmond Morris, as much as I hate to pick on him, said something absolutely absurd about genetics, that, if taken seriously, would have anxious men accusing ( Read more... )

Sifting through the media collection today, I thought I could do with posting some photos - particularly a few from the Tramway (as well as some links) that I found.

First up, I did a light bit of research today that probably could have done yesterday, and discovered that that amazing act I was describing yesterday was "La Pocha Nostra", which is ( Read more... )

Hello again. I'm alive and well again. Staying up late in the man's house enjoying my liberty while it lasts. I am fully recovered from my downward swing last month and am generally reasonably happy at the moment.

A couple of weeks ago, the man had a few artistic friends over staying, and I found myself getting tagged along to the National Review ( Read more... )

Just a quick update to fill everyone and anyone concerned about my progress over these past few days, still faithfully skipping over my much-neglected journal looking for some signs of life. I'm sorry to have come back from the void after a long silence only to be so completely elliptic and short on how things are faring. And it's approaching my ( Read more... )

This day will go down in history as the day I said to my employer, upon being taken aside for a quiet chat: "I'll be honest, I... I think I suffer from depression."

A few hours later, my manager took me aside and had a word with me about all the calls I'd been hanging up on, and left the choice on me to leave or stay out my notice as planned, and ( Read more... )