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º January 15th-21st 2001
Monday Because
Tuesday Jam tart
Wednesday Excellent
Thursday Keys!?
Friday Tabloid
Saturday Poptarts
Sunday Elision Fields

º Monday 15th January 2001

Now because I've got a bit of a cold, and because there now appears to be an unofficial move to boycott the Vauxhall on Sundays during January and because David and I both know we were both up at 4 am the previous night given that David rang me and gave me practically a stride-by-stride description of his voyage from XXL at Southwark to Bloomsbury Square...I jumped at his implicit offer to break the pattern when he groaned "I think I might give it a miss this week" when he rang me on Sunday afternoon, and then went back to sleep.

But because, hell, I worked on Saturday night and because, hey, a girl wants at least some excitement in her life...later on I bathed and shaved and tottered into town and headed for Bar Code.

But because, despite rumours, there was no sign of Matthew, Richard etcetera at Bar Code after I'd stood in a corner for twenty minutes, and because it was a bit quiet in there...I went to look for them in Comptons and, lo, there was Richard with his torp orf dancing, aha, next to the podium.

And because, I guess, I'd said I wouldn't join them in their return to someone-or-other's birthday party downstairs at Bar Code and because it looked as if the very cute, very young, very drunk boy that I fancied looked as if he might be heading that way...I did.

Then, because it was still early enough to catch the tube and because Sundays at the Spiral used to be a regular haunt of mine before I started going to the Vauxhall..I headed over to Shoreditch, where I saw - amongst many others - Chris who, despite living immediately above me, I never see except out in some club (or when he's desperate for a shag at five o'clock in the morning but that's another story) and I had a really good evening and got rather drunk.

Because I'm worth it. Because the world is round. Because I can.

º Tuesday 16th January 2001

News you may have missed over your frenetic weekend, from Sunday's Independent:

Princess Margaret is "improving" at London's King Edward VII hospital. "She ate a jam tart and it caused great excitement," said a lady-in-waiting.

º Wednesday 17th January 2001

Last night to meet David at Comptons, then on to the Rat and Parrot (of which more later) and from there to the Pop Quiz at the Retro Bar (where David and Jonathan lost) (again). Home in time to catch most of the wonderful Ed Wood ('Movies were his passion. Women were his inspiration. Angora sweaters were his weakness'), whilst tracking David's progress home during the commercial breaks.

An excellent evening somewhat overwhelmed by blogs and blogging (of which, as I say, more later).

º Thursday 18th January 2001

Last night....

9:50pm Waking up. Dimly recalling I'd intended to go to Underwear Night at the A-bar. Deciding it was too late. Deciding it wasn't too late.

12:10am Tearing myself loose without too much pain, with time to catch a last train as well as visit a cash machine.

12:25am Walking home from the tube, congratulating myself on a smoothly-run sober evening.

12:26am Wondering at what stage in my life the definition of a sober evening stretched to include alcohol, nightclubs and sex with strangers.

12:27am Patting pocket for keys. Keys. Keys? Keys!? No keys.

12:29am Pondering options:

12:32am In cab to A-bar.

12:50am In cab to Joiners.

12:55am The Joiners do have Malky's phone number. Even better, Adie is holding out his mobile with Malky's number ringing on it. Malky is in. Malky will bring my spare keys to Joiners.

01:20am Buying drink for Malky and his boyfriend.

02:10am Recounting whole tale to John from the Spiral.

02:25am Chatting to attractive stranger.

03:05am In cab home thinking: life is sweet - but how did I get so drunk?

º Friday 19th January 2001

Oh please!

I know it's Friday but I'm still not through my second cup of coffee and I'm already overwhelmed by e-mail inconsequentiality. (When they told me the net would bring me my own personalised newspaper every day, they didn't mention that it would be a tabloid.)

HOME NEWS:
Total eclipse blinded no one

FOREIGN NEWS:
Hands up (or off) anyone who knows what "bukakke" is

SPORT:
Homo-erotic rugby moments

WEATHER:
News of snow in London, despite no sign of it from my window

MUSIC:
Help save Kylie's unpublished gay anthem.

º Saturday 20th January 2001

Apparently: when Attitude asked Stephen Merritt (of whom more tomorrow) for some indication of what kind of guy floats his boat he replied "...the boys at Popstarz". Now, in theory, I totally identify with this: they are young, they are fun and they have at least eight quid in their pocket.

In practise, however, it's always a let-down. It's not just that I feel soooooo old - hell, I've spent thirty years learning to deal with that. But they can't dance, they don't know how to dress and their best idea of a decent chat-up line seems to have got stuck at 'my friend really fancies yew'.

Bet they don't know what what "bukakke" is, either.

º Sunday 21st January 2001

"Yesterday, the United States inaugurated a new president. Everybody else was at the Lyric Hammersmith for the second of the Magnetic Fields two-day concerts..."

I enjoyed myself: my review is here, including this link-laden paragraph:

"...beyond the usual lyric sheets, and obligatory weirdness (word-count anybody?), the net coverage of Magnetic Fields is patchy at best, and much of it is out-of-date - most scandalously the 'official' site which lists his most recent tour as 'August 2000'. I'm told the Stephinsongs mailing list is good but the web site also shows some sign of lack of enthusiasm: last update 15th October."

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