I think I give up trying to find anyone in Perth. There aren't any decent gay guys here, they all just wanna dance to Kylie, and all I want to do is flee. Maybe it's them, maybe it's me - ho hum. Christ I hate commercialist homosexuality, it seems to be the only thing that provokes me.
After callng everyone I know in London, they're all safe. Phew.
God knows how many times I've been through King's Cross and Aldgate stations.... it's surreal watching wounded people spilling out of them. Only 5 months to go, and I'll be living back in London.
Why do I decide to quit smoking, just as I start getting a cold? Such a situation could make even Richard Symonds (sp?) feel like shit. Only one more day to go, and I'll have broken the nicotine addicition.
Was anyone else at Jump For Joy at The Hydey on Sunday?