September 6th 2004 - September 12th 2004
Sunday Too much
Saturday Unavailable
Friday But
Thursday HRGBH
Wednesday Adult
Tuesday Friendly fire
Monday Neckedd
Sunday 12th September 2004
Saturday 11th September 2004
Quite fancy a drink tonight. Who's available? David and Roberto are in Paris. Andy and Kevin are in Ibiza. Mark and Jonathan are in Copenhagen.
Life can be very unfair sometimes.
Friday 10th September 2004
Talking to David, of David and Jason, the subject of Butt magazine - and recent content - came up.
Further research reveals:
The Good News: Much of their content is online, including a conversation between Wolfgang Tillmans and Michael Stipe, and an unconventional profile of Jake from Scissor Sisters (they talk to five of his recent ex-lovers, each of whom seems to think he's the best thing since sliced bread).
The Bad News: There are no photographs from Issue 9, and they claim to have sold out of that issue. David - remember your promise.
(Oh, and be sure to check out the dating service - couple of familiar faces there, I theenk.)
Thursday 9th September 2004
Comforting news for royalists: A recent obituary reveals, in passing, that Mrs Queen was given lessons in unarmed combat as a young gel. Her skills may be rather rusty by now, but bear it in mind next time some uppity Australian breaches protocol. Aieee-yar!
Wednesday 8th September 2004
A contestant was 'reluctantly' dragged up onto the stage at the Amateur Strip the other week, and asked what he did for a living. Blushingly, he confessed to being an actor. "Oooh," cried the compere, "I bet you've been an extra in Holby City!" and he nodded. "Anything else?" He mumbled something. "Louder, dear!" "Umm, I've also been in an adult porn movie..."
And the question that's been worrying away at the edge of my mind ever since?
Adult porn...?
Not a child star then.
Tuesday 7th September 2004
The war on Iraq was illegitimate, Mr Mundy. It was a criminal and immoral conspiracy. No provocation, no link with Al Qaeda, no weapons of Armageddon. Tales of complicity between Saddam and Osama were self-serving bullshit.
It was an old Colonial oil war dressed up as a crusade for Western life and liberty, and it was launched by a clique of war-hungry Judaeo-Christian geopolitical fantasists who hijacked the media and exploited America's post-Nine Eleven psychopathy.
Not such a cynical view this days, but nice to see it laid out as forcefully as that, by a respected writer, in an excellent thriller, currently available at branches of Tesco for as little as £3.73.
'Absolute Friends' by John le Carré - read it, and then decide whose side the speaker is really on.
Monday 6th September 2004
Darian was at Horse Meat Disco this Sunday. How do I know? Because he says so. (And because I saw him.) (But not on the closed set.) (Sadly.)
Happily for his professional pride, he missed the moment when Jason leant across to ask Marcus what that was on his neck and Marcus blushed and Gerard laughed.
Later, at (what-we-can-no-longer-call) LA3, I looked across the floor to see Shouldn't-You-Be-At dancing next to MBBW - a bittersweet moment. If my life gets any more Death in Venice, dignity alone will demand I stay at home.
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