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º Monday 22nd January 2001

Er, I seem to have lost a day somewhere. Oh well. I hope it was a good one.

º Tuesday 23rd January 2001

No less an authority than L.D.Beghtol himself has deigned to read my review of the Magnetic Fields concerts. And answered, thusly:

Well, sure LD, if I knew more about music, I'd probably try that. But then I might end up sounding like Greil Marcus writing at Salon ("...the exclamation points are strictly postmodernist...the preciousness of the project is all too apparent....cloying,sub-Morrissey voice...")

LD's own web site can be found here, with some samples of his own attempts at writing here and here. And an example of his music criticism here ("Maybe I just need a vacation, but I wish to God I were a little drunk and speeding down some lonesome highway...")

º Wednesday 24th January 2001

David's Hyacinth search seems to have done a violent swerve past 'gay icon' Hyacinth Bouquet. Quite right too.

º Thursday 25th January 2001

Last night to Sailors Sauna - strictly because my boiler's having a hissy fit, you understand. And before that, to Amateur Strip Night at the White Swan - strictly because they have half-price fliers for Sailors, you understand. And only because there was nothing on tv, except Graham Norton, and...well.

Quite a few familiar faces at the Swan: Mad Marseillaise Mike, Black Garry, Her from Greenwich, White Garry, Him That Looks Like Karl But Isn't, Miss Ross, Saunders, ZZ Steve, and - Graham Norton.

And whose face is the first I see when I enter Sailors a little later, and a little the worse for wear, but - Graham Norton!

Yes indeed, Sailors has invested in The Best of Graham Norton for their VCR.

David's comprehensive coverage of Monday's Pop Quiz at the Retro Bar omits to mention that I turned up in time for the answers, if not the questions. Perhaps because he knows that if I had turned up in time, I would have known that "Brush Up Your Shakespeare" comes from "Kiss Me Kate", which would have meant that they would have won outright, which would have meant that David was deprived of his moment of Blondie-glory.

(Nobody else I knew at the Retro Bar - except two straight boys from work: how strange.)

Tom thinks that Limp Bizkit is down to fifteen-year-old boys penchant for shouting plus snot plus noise. Snot? Not in my bike-shed, baby.

º Friday 26th January 2001

Question: What is the connection between playwright Alan Bennett and the new editor of Interiors?

Answer: They live together. (It's true! It says so in The Independent!)

In fact, say what you like about The Independent, it's never less than gay-friendly. In today's edition:
- Bush's new Attorney General accused of anti-gay bias.
- 'King on new sex charges'. (That's Jonathan King.) (Obviously.) (I guess.)
- An analysis of the homophobic flavouring to the Mandelson resignation coverage
- An entire page three dedicated to rising AIDS figures, and
- In Afghanistan, the Taliban have incarcerated 22 hairdressers accused of providing their clients with Leonardo di Caprio haircuts. I guess we can all identify with that.

Well now here's a thing (sorta kinda via Darren at Linkmachinego.com): the Texas toothpick. Hence 'boner'?

And here's another thing courtesy of jodinand. Do you believe?

º Saturday 27th January 2001

Two messages on my answering machine:

One: "Hi, Ian, this is xxxx - we met about ten days ago at XXXX, and I'd really like to see you again. I'm sorry you're not in, but I'll call again, because I _really_ want to see you again..."

Two: "Ian. Please ring me, and let's see if we can't come to some agreement about this outstanding invoice. Then we can get your tax return sorted out before Monday's deadline..."

Problem: I can't listen to the first message over and over again without listening to the second, so I am now developing an erotic fixation on my accountant.

º Sunday 28th January 2001

Random notes from BarWorld:

Why was the scariest thing seen at The Spiral last week a shouting match between management and security? Not a good look guys.

Why was it so packed at The Vauxhall today that several of us had to leave before we got crushed? Time for a price increase, perhaps?

Does Compton's singular lack of success in giving The Vauxhall a run for its money on a Sunday have anything to do with their manager and at least two other Compton staff being seen south of the river on a Sunday?

Has anyone been to that cute little bar in the alley next to The Village yet?

Which proprietor of which East End pub so annoyed which friend of mine when she spent the evening at a rival bar that he ended up slapping her when he found her lying on the pavement outside at the end of the evening?

Do we like the latest bit of volunteer web-design for The Coronet? Well done, Neil.

Will Dame Edna spill the beans before I do? (Seven days and counting.)

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