November 21st - November 27th 2005
Sunday Bones
Saturday Wapping, Autumn 2005
Friday Long fortnight
Thursday Jism
Wednesday Searching
Tuesday Unmoved
Monday Trenchant
Sunday 27th November 2005
Ageing Tory skeleton peeks out from closet, only to find door slammed firmly on its sleazy bones.
Saturday 26th November 2005
Wapping, Autumn 2005
Friday 25th November 2005
A fortnight is a long time in politics, an eternity in newspapers:
Friday November 11th: Martin Newland, editor of the Daily Telegraph, writes a leader column committing his paper to the support of David Cameron in the race to lead the Conservative Party. Senior management spike it.
Friday November 12th: Simon Heffer, the Telegraph's newly-hired rabid right-wing columnist, publicly refuses Cameron an endorsement.
Friday November 18th: Martin Newland announces his resignation.
Friday November 25th: Daily Telegraph publishes a leader column committing the paper to the support of David Cameron in the race to lead the Conservative Party.
Thursday 24th November 2005
Controversial Indian drama in which a man falls for the beautiful young wife of a businessman. They plot to kill the wealthy husband so they can be together, but the man soon discovers she is motivated more by the money she is bound to inherit than her love for him. Starring two pin-up models, the film caused a stir when released in India due to its raunchy scenes.
So far, so controversial.
But perhaps not quite as controversial as suggested by its title: Jism.
("Needless to say, there's a great deal of jism on display in Amit Saxena's directorial debut" claims a review site - but I'm guessing the film still has a way to go before it matches up to a piece of gay porn I stumbled across the other night, subtitled "What men do with spooge, part one".)
Wednesday 23rd November 2005
Recent search engine requests at Blogadoon:
17 Nov, Thu, 00:21:14 Yahoo: actress had smelly feet
17 Nov, Thu, 05:55:37 Google: rome "atia" "big penis"
17 Nov, Thu, 23:49:08 Google: gates of incest
19 Nov, Sat, 16:40:27 Google: "wet walnuts"
19 Nov, Sat, 19:11:17 MSNSearch: male lovers fatal
20 Nov, Sun, 15:38:48 Yahoo: cambodian karaoke london
20 Nov, Sun, 19:25:29 Google: astronaut dressing up
20 Nov, Sun, 21:27:26 Google: Footballers underpants
20 Nov, Sun, 23:16:40 Altavista: arnold naked
22 Nov, Tue, 12:14:50 Google: What happens at gay saunas
Tuesday 22nd November 2005
Most of the point, arguably the entire point, of going out to a club is to move - not simply at a limb/digit level but on a grander scale: a few minutes chatting to a friend here, a moment standing watching a cute stranger on the other side of the bar there, followed by twenty minutes drifting through the gyratory system of the dance-floor. And repeat, repeat, repeat.
Envisage then, my delight at being held immobile in the guest-list queue for One Nation Under Groove's excursion to Vauxhall this weekend for a full twenty minutes in the freezing cold because 'they're having problems with the till-roll'.
Imagine my joy at standing stock-still for a further half-hour in the queue for the coat-check, whilst my date sat demurely on a banquette being assiduously chatted up by someone even older and uglier than I (who then had the temerity to add his coat to my already arm-straining burden).
Conjure the sheer joy with which I saw the coat-check closing as I finally got to the front of the queue, the extreme pleasure of having to fight simply to stay in the same place in the ensuing scrum that developed at the secondary, even slower, coat-check - once I'd found out where it was.
Sympathise with my eventual decision to short-cut all this by deciding we'd have to look after our own coats, and the dawning comprehension that for the rest of the night we were effectively tethered to a space no more than six feet away from the dark corner in which we'd hidden them.
Add to this the horror of under-staffed bars and over-priced beer. Stir in an upset stomach, a hangover from drinking three pints much earlier in the evening, the belated realisation that those who arrive together must stay together if they wish to leave together.
And imagine what fun I was to be with.
Monday 21st November 2005
I wish people would take more notice of...
My brains. In most interviews I've done - though I've been on two political channels - they hint at taking my top off and getting my tits out, I want people to know I have brains. To be a cardiac nurse you have to have brains...
I'm not a politician but...
I'd probably privatise the NHS. It's important for people to have the service ready for them, but the only reason nurses are not paid so much money is because the NHS is owned by the Government. If it were privatised there would be enough money to pay them.
- Trenchant analysis courtesy of the Independent's '5-Minute Interview' with Makosi Musambasi
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