I've nothing to write about, already!

Correction - Give me about 24 hours to stop reeling from what kind of lucky bastard I am. Then I'll have so much to write about, you'll all be sick that you've ever wished me back.

[SO NOT REAL]

And so I've returned! Did you miss me?

Now with LOGO in America.... yes...... an ALL GAY CABLE CHANNEL THAT ISN'T 24 HOURS OF ABBA!

Tell me you love me.

London Sweet London, Home Sweet Home, London Darling London. It's all the same now, at least so I'm beginning to learn. I hear the phrase, "I'm home wherever you are." That only began to truly make sense only recently ( Read more... )

Like many people, I'd like to take a moment to say a few words about this day before it's over ( Read more... )

Only two more weeks before we leave the states. We're keeping the flat in New York. We've talked a lot about finding a place to suit us both... somewhere that's equally ours together since we know there will be much traveling between us, and it's finally dawned on us both that this flat here in New York is the first place we ever spent time ( Read more... )

I've been a retched mess as of late. I don't even know why I bother existing, really, I'm just a waste of space ( Read more... )

I've been off my nut lately getting ready to relocate back to London. Only a few more weeks before my work here in New York is through with the season. Only fate now can say whether I will be back to work next summer. I have time off now, which I intend to spend vacationing. Of course, my darling is a little nervous about facing the Norton/Walkers ( Read more... )

I once lost a lover because of something my agent told him. My agent! Yes, it's true. He told him, "Now that Graham will be on tele regularly, things will never be the same." Within six months, he left. I sometimes feel that the situation was stolen from me or that the proper chance was never given to me. I once was asked to do a Japanese video ( Read more... )

I admit that I love surprises, but they seem to jar up my thought process a little bit. I have to stand there for a moment until I tell myself, Oh yes! I'm being surprised! Be surprised, Graham! It's ok ( Read more... )

In England, I'm a wretched driver. I suppose that's the one thing I like best about being in Los Angeles is that everyone there is as terrible a driver as me and I can get on fine there. Although I have to say that I get lost quite a bit. Far more easily than I can in New York because I don't have a driver in a taxi or a company sedan finding ( Read more... )