It's been a funny old seven days, dear reader. More violence in the Middle East, more hot weather, more blogging:
Alan is still away. He should be back any moment, though. A Novelist went underground, we pondered over letters and numbers, we realised that art can be funny, we listened to classical music, talked politics, Christopher Cross played in Lisbon, we did the Proust questionnaire, peeled away some layers, saw Graham's mug shot, marvelled at the ivy shots, Kapitano started work on a rap, hints were dropped, Lance Bass came out, we read about Design Star, there was a red sky in the morning, George Michael got caught in the bushes, it was too darn hot, we saw porny pussy, we wished for emotional nudity, boredom was a distant memory, doors were held open, it was face time, Jeremy Kyle pissed us off, Phyllis revealed his potato picking past, Voix made her 800th post, Jo coloured her hair, we decided to change the world, we saw boobs and my music career took off.
Seven grim pictures of Minge, outside, in the dark:
Yes, that really is my foot. Yes, I really do wear sandals. Yes, I do have the hottest legs in Scotland.
Seven swear words: Bastard, fuck, cunt, shit, wanker, arse-hole and Tory.
Seven gay web sites:
Gay - z
Gay Switchboard (London)
I'm so excited (I could vomit) [ambient techno remix]
Something stupid (seven inch)
Shut up (YMCA mix)
I'm so excited (I could vomit) [XWiz dirty bitch radio edit]
George W Bush
Seven things on ebay:
Black ball gag
Two rasta man ashtrays
Jack Nicklaus £5 note
What's in store for us next week?