August 22nd - August 28th 2005
Sunday Carnival
Saturday Cited
Friday Sorkin
Thursday Commando
Wednesday Closed
Tuesday Strippagram
Monday Cross dressers
Sunday 28th August 2005
NOTTING HILL, SUMMER 2005
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Saturday 27th August 2005
Although David Blunkett chose not to intervene in the King's Head production of Toby Young's play about sexual shenanigans at the Spectator, he has had a distinct sense-of-humour failure over plans to screen a parallel production on Channel Four.
Rather good of us, under the circumstances, to reject the obvious headline: Blunkett fails to see joke
Friday 26th August 2005
Given that, in the last few months, I've taken considerable trouble to watch every single episode of the first five seasons of The West Wing, I'd have guessed you could call me a fan.
Except that, when talking to my friend Ruth about how seriously series five jumped the shark following the departure of Aaron Sorkin, I suddenly realised that I know nothing about the man credited with single-handedly, not only inventing, but writing the entire first four seasons.
I imagined him, I'm not sure why, as some kind of grizly academic: heavily bearded, possibly Jewish, in tweed.
This Guardian interview set me straight - up to including the (strongly denied) suggestion that he wrote most of it holed up in Los Angeles hotel, high on crack.
Thursday 25th August 2005
If you've ever spent any time wondering about soldiers and their underwear (and, incredible as it seems, I haven't), it might surprise you to learn that, until this month, British recruits had to supply their own. (Hence, presumably, 'going commando'.)
All that has now changed: the new Army pants are made from an artificial anti-microbial fabric and are seamless (to reduce chafing). And they only come in one colour: black.
How long before they turn up in Army surplus stores, I wonder?
Wednesday 24th August 2005
Blink and you'll miss it:
QX magazine 17 August 2005
Eastendlife 22 August 2005
Tuesday 23rd August 2005
Hurrying down Wapping High Street on my way to work yesterday evening, passing Pizza Express, I caught movement out of the corner of my eye - and turned to spot a man skulking behind the scant cover of a parking meter, pulling on his gloves, wearing a balaclava helmet pulled down over his face, with holes cut for his eyes and mouth.
So of course I walked swiftly on - and when I looked back, he was no longer there.
It was only a few hours later, reading reports of some society stag night, that I suddenly thought: strippagram.
At least I think that's what it must have been.
Monday 22nd August 2005
Sharing space at David and Tony's party on Saturday: my friend Michael Fitzgerald (who recently entertained Bristol with his Lady Bracknell) and new acquaintance Alan Pellay (better known to some as 80s diva Lana Pellay of 'Pistol in Your Pocket' fame).
I toyed with the idea of introducing the one to the other, the better for them to exchange cross-dressing notes, but thought better of it.
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