June 27th - July 3rd 2005
Sunday Back off
Saturday Shame
Friday Internal evidence
Thursday Snap9
Wednesday Snap8
Tuesday Snap7
Monday Snap6
Sunday 3rd July 2005
Nice to see Youssou N'Dour - but wasn't his backing singer crap?
I was working last night, so I saw only a little of Live8, and heard even less (but enough to demand that Velvet Revolver be muted); the best moment for me was when we decided to describe Elton John and Pete Doherty as 'Laurel and Hardy on crack'.
Saturday 2nd July 2005
For the first time in ages, I won't be attending the Gay Pride march this year - a particular shame, since I'd be very happy to celebrate the decoupling of the Pride march from the loosely-associated semi-nefarious party in the park.
(This week's Boyz celebrates Pride - but you'd never know it: every issue is going out with a disgraceful wrap-around selling, you guessed it, Big Gay Out.)
Rumours that the real reason I won't be on the march are not unconnected with this can safely be ignored.
Friday 1st July 2005
Let us, then, consider the internal evidence:
(1) Some kind of beach holiday, judging by the first photograph - though something tells me the statuesque negro in the pink sun hat isn't a lifeguard, so let's not assume the destination was in Africa.
(2) The second photograph confirms the impression this was not a third-world holiday. Litter bins and witty playground animals? Looks like Europe to me.
(3) Plus distant yachts and semi-Moorish castellations? Mediterranean, almost certainly.
(4) Strictly speaking, these are photographs 4a, 4b and 4c, if you look very closely. Some kind of mob-handed holiday. A conference, perhaps? A group congress? And where are the women?
(5) No embruteu les parets? (Do not embarass the parrots?) Not France, Italy or Greece then (none of them exactly known for believing that 'neatness is a great sign of civilisation'.)
(6) Terrible wigs? Bad hair? That's supposed to be a clue? Israel, perhaps?
(7) Loving angels instead. Not Israel, then.
(8) Do these men look gay to you?
(9) Yes, they do.
Enough with the lame detective work, already. It's Sitges - of which I wrote two years ago, "Part of the purpose of a holiday, surely, is the chance to break out of stale behaviour patterns; given that I've spent most of the last ten days getting drunk and seeking out casual sex, I guess we have to say the trip was only a qualified success."
Change that 'ten' to 'seven', strain away the implicit bitterness, and most of what I wrote then holds true this time around - up to and including the list of Highs and Lows (with minor variations: lose the trip to Dead Man's Cove, add A Mysterious Russian - picture 9 - and change 'shagging the proprietor at The Underwear party' to 'chatting to the proprietor at The Underwear party whilst watching two very attractive Dutchmen shag their way backwards, forwards and sideways across the dance floor for most of the night'.)
We were, as last time, a large and largely familiar crowd - unsurprising given that the nominal occasion was the celebration of Richard and Matty's registration - and I made, as last time, several new friends whom I look forward to seeing more of (patently a figure of speech, given that I first met two of them on the nude beach).
I was less financially embarrassed this time round, and managed to eat better too (more of that another time); the ritual visit to L'Atlantida was, if anything, even more stunning than before and I did finally get to stay up late enough to visit Le Male A Bar, which doesn't open till 6am.
Oh, and I had my (cheap, old, disposable) phone stolen - under somewhat predictable circumstances - so if you've been trying to msg me, please don't assume we've fallen out. Normal service will be resumed within a day or two.
Thursday 30th June 2005
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