So last night I went to a party at Faith Popcorn's house. Faith is a famous 'trend spotter' and 'futurist', fond of terms like 'Eve-olution' and a damn good sales woman... as her splendid, elegant and vast house seemed to attest. You don't buy yourself a place like that on my salary.
Of course being a New York party everyone but the hostess was dressed in black. It's a bit of an unwritten rule that you show up in black so that when the hostess arrives she really 'Pops'... a rule that I forgot. I turned up looking like a colorfully packaged sack of shit (pale pink hemp if you must know) and proceeded to drink my way past the point of embarrassment.
Office party today (all day!) and then a Con and Haje party at the weekend as well as trying to squeeze in something with our departing for shores afresh friends Alex and Christiana.
All very different from this time last year
Friday, December 15, 2006
Wednesday, December 13, 2006
Pervy vistitors welcome
With the numbers flagging of late I thought that perhaps a picture of a hot teen chick accidentally bearing her pert tits might bring me a flood of one handed surfers.
Welcome one, welcome all. Look I even included a sneak peek at Lindsay Lohan's nipple and if you hang around long enough I may join the growing ranks using Britney's inability to find knickers before leaving the house as a honeypot to draw you closer.
Of course you may be a fan of male nude celebriries or as it's known on the pay sites 'hot celebrity cock' - let me save you some money. There are three genuine if grainy old pics of Brad Pitt a decent fake of Antonio Banderas and a whole bunch of dradful heads glued to porno bodies masquerading as people who may have once appeared on ER. There that's saved you $12.95 a month.
Just to really spike the entries though let me say Tom Cruise naked, Brad Pitt nude, Angelina Jolie naked nude sex, Angela Rippon in a pinny and Delia Smith buttered and up to the elbows in red hot bird (goose I think)
For regular readers this week will see me chasing up scans, seeing off old friends bound for London and talking with Jude about what we do next...
Less interesting I know.
BTW new, pervy friends Paris Hilton sex tape, Pam and Tommy Lee, Britney sex tape, Nora Batty nude, Hilda Ogden's unusual curler placement, chitty chitty gang bang, Harry twater and the sorceror's bone, Supernanny nude, Bob Carolgese dogging, Russ Abbott's bunker and of course live web cam action.
Let's measure how THAT increases traffic
Welcome one, welcome all. Look I even included a sneak peek at Lindsay Lohan's nipple and if you hang around long enough I may join the growing ranks using Britney's inability to find knickers before leaving the house as a honeypot to draw you closer.
Of course you may be a fan of male nude celebriries or as it's known on the pay sites 'hot celebrity cock' - let me save you some money. There are three genuine if grainy old pics of Brad Pitt a decent fake of Antonio Banderas and a whole bunch of dradful heads glued to porno bodies masquerading as people who may have once appeared on ER. There that's saved you $12.95 a month.
Just to really spike the entries though let me say Tom Cruise naked, Brad Pitt nude, Angelina Jolie naked nude sex, Angela Rippon in a pinny and Delia Smith buttered and up to the elbows in red hot bird (goose I think)
For regular readers this week will see me chasing up scans, seeing off old friends bound for London and talking with Jude about what we do next...
Less interesting I know.
BTW new, pervy friends Paris Hilton sex tape, Pam and Tommy Lee, Britney sex tape, Nora Batty nude, Hilda Ogden's unusual curler placement, chitty chitty gang bang, Harry twater and the sorceror's bone, Supernanny nude, Bob Carolgese dogging, Russ Abbott's bunker and of course live web cam action.
Let's measure how THAT increases traffic
secret santa
I need to buy a secret santa gift today. The rule is that it has to either come from E.Bay or be As Seen On Tv.
Those rules suck as I have no time to wait for delivery so now I need a gift that LOOKS as though it came from either E.Bay or As Seen On TV (the infomercial guys)
The upper limit is $20 and the recipient is a recently engaged Cuban American who emigrates to London next week (and is a keen student of German)
Any ideas?
Those rules suck as I have no time to wait for delivery so now I need a gift that LOOKS as though it came from either E.Bay or As Seen On TV (the infomercial guys)
The upper limit is $20 and the recipient is a recently engaged Cuban American who emigrates to London next week (and is a keen student of German)
Any ideas?
Monday, December 11, 2006
抜糸直後
Sometimes the very fact people are visiting this blog regularly is enough to compel me to write something a little more intimate than the humdrum mechanics of my life. It doesn’t happen often, but it happens often enough for me to wonder whether there’s a therapeutic value to this mad rambles.
Actually I’ve been surprised by just how sane this whole thing has been. Give me a pen and a piece of paper and I’ll go off-piste faster than a minor royal in Cloisters. Put a computer in front of me and I become a whole lot more constrained. Perhaps by the pressure to keep spell checker happy – perhaps by the feeble rate at which I type or maybe by the format imposed on me by MicroSoft… but it is all rather sensible.
I’m doing lots of health comparison vs. a year ago at the moment. Remembering being laid up in bed, recently biopsied and sore to my very core. I had a very John McCaine couple of weeks – unable to raise my hands above shoulder height and bristling with what felt like righteous but fading indignation. Stoking the flames of discontent has always been one of my specialties. I think, again, that this is a very British thing. Whilst the idea of Thanksgiving is absolutely alien to us (‘You mean, say – out loud - all that I’m thankful for, in front of other people? You must be taking the piss’) yet we love moaners, whingers, complainers (think Victor Meldrew, Alf Garnett) and the terminally depressed but unabashed (every feisty female in Corrie history). And I have to say I feed more on discontent than I do on optimism. There’s a real sense of possibility in the thought ‘it’s only going to get worse.’
Anyway this is going nowhere – it’s neither insightful nor amusing, making it self indulgent and that’s worse even than earnest. So I’ll head back to thinking about pharmaceutical packaging, white goods and caffeinated beverages…
Actually I’ve been surprised by just how sane this whole thing has been. Give me a pen and a piece of paper and I’ll go off-piste faster than a minor royal in Cloisters. Put a computer in front of me and I become a whole lot more constrained. Perhaps by the pressure to keep spell checker happy – perhaps by the feeble rate at which I type or maybe by the format imposed on me by MicroSoft… but it is all rather sensible.
I’m doing lots of health comparison vs. a year ago at the moment. Remembering being laid up in bed, recently biopsied and sore to my very core. I had a very John McCaine couple of weeks – unable to raise my hands above shoulder height and bristling with what felt like righteous but fading indignation. Stoking the flames of discontent has always been one of my specialties. I think, again, that this is a very British thing. Whilst the idea of Thanksgiving is absolutely alien to us (‘You mean, say – out loud - all that I’m thankful for, in front of other people? You must be taking the piss’) yet we love moaners, whingers, complainers (think Victor Meldrew, Alf Garnett) and the terminally depressed but unabashed (every feisty female in Corrie history). And I have to say I feed more on discontent than I do on optimism. There’s a real sense of possibility in the thought ‘it’s only going to get worse.’
Anyway this is going nowhere – it’s neither insightful nor amusing, making it self indulgent and that’s worse even than earnest. So I’ll head back to thinking about pharmaceutical packaging, white goods and caffeinated beverages…
Sunday, December 10, 2006
Xmas
had a friend over for a blow-out brunch today - I shopped, Jude cooked and all was a splendid success.
Followed with a wee walk and a spot of shopping (Jude bought an AMAZING coat and was asked where she bought her sweater - she'd knitted it) and we headed back, the night drawing in, a Xmas tree under our arms and cheeks glowing in the chill air (or perhaps as a result of too much fat bastard sparkling wine - $12, a bargain)
The tree is now up, the dog is asleep ON my feet and the lights are turned low. Feeling content to the point of smug here today - and that before the final of The Amazing Race (go drug addict models!)
Followed with a wee walk and a spot of shopping (Jude bought an AMAZING coat and was asked where she bought her sweater - she'd knitted it) and we headed back, the night drawing in, a Xmas tree under our arms and cheeks glowing in the chill air (or perhaps as a result of too much fat bastard sparkling wine - $12, a bargain)
The tree is now up, the dog is asleep ON my feet and the lights are turned low. Feeling content to the point of smug here today - and that before the final of The Amazing Race (go drug addict models!)
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