Gone fishin'

Well, not fishing exactly. I'm away for the weekend as I'm going to London to see Vanessa Redgrave at the National Theatre in Joan Didion's The Year of Magical Thinking. I'd been hoping since last year that it would transfer to the West End from Broadway so I got tickets as soon as I read that the National were staging it. I'm not looking forward to being in London in this hot weather, but I'm so excited about the play, can't wait!

What brings you here? Naked Mitch Hewer possibly..?

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It sure looks like Mitch Hewer is popular! I guess I'm not the only one waiting for the new issue of Cosmo to hit the stands so we can see his forthcoming nude photoshoot in all its HQ glory. I've seen the grainy scan (above) from a newspaper but I'm waiting until I get my grubby hands on a better version before posting.

"im so horny... talk dirty?x"

I started a MySpace account a few weeks ago as it was the easiest way to keep up to date with various podcasters and bloggers. There's not much information on there but there's clearly enough to have provoked the following message that I woke up to this morning:

"jus saw ur online... im so horny... talk dirty?x "

I didn't know who it was from so I clicked on the profile and it turned out that this was from a twenty one year old straight guy from Ireland. Don't get me wrong, he looked like a really cute guy, but WTF? As if I'm going to jack off with some stranger who can't even spell. I do have some standards. Not many, but I cling onto those that I still have!

Ginch Gonch, shaved balls and Velvet Sensations

I've just gotten in from eating out with a friend. We went to Velvet in Canal Street. I always like the food there, but what I especially like is the Velvet Sensation cocktail (see photo above)! It's a heady concoction of Baileys, Kahlua, Vodka, cream, ice and chocolate sauce and it's totally fabulous. I may have had several for forgive if this post meanders around a bit.

Oh, and look at the fish tank (photograph below). You can't actually see the fish, but they are lurking in there somewhere. This is in the middle of the staircase and you descend into the restaurant and you step on it as you walk down. Don't worry, the tank is actually suspended below the glass floor so the fish aren't disturbed by the vibrations of people walking on their ceiling. Cute idea, don't you think?


Anyway, guess what I saw when I went into the steam room at the gym today? That's right, this guy was shaving his bollocks. That's the second time I've seen that happen in there. When I first entered, I had a look around as it was quite dark and I wanted to make sure I didn't sit on anyone. I spotted this guy in the corner and it looked like he was shaving, so I sat on the other granite bench thinking that he wasn't being very hygienic. Anyway, as I sat down I thought that something wasn't quite right and when I looked again, I saw this guy had his swimming shorts pulled down and his cock and balls were out on display since he was cheerfully shaving his bollocks.

I just don't know what gets into some people. Whether it's not showering before getting into the swimming pool or shaving your balls in the steam room, the standard of hygiene and regard for their fellow man is definitely lacking at my gym lately!


Ooh, on a happier note, check out my new underpants! I was browsing in T K Maxx for some fig-scented candles and I happened to check out the underwear while I was in there and spotted that they had a pile of Ginch Gonch in. Now, in case you've never head of them, Ginch Gonch is an expensive Canadian brand of underwear, kind of like Aussiebum I guess. Anyway, as you can see, I treated myself to a whole bunch of 'em in different colours and styles. The low-rise briefs were a bit of a surprise though, the cheeky feckers barely cover my ass!

What happens when your ex blogs about your relationship?

I was browsing through the New York Times earlier today at work and one article really caught my eye: When the Ex Blogs, the Dirtiest Laundry Is Aired. The article examines what happens when you're in a relationship (or recently out of one) and you find out that your partner has been blogging all about your intimate life:

"...in an era when more than one in 10 adult Internet users in the United States have blogs... many people are using the Web to tell their side of a marital saga. Despite the legal end of a marriage, the confessions can stretch toward eternity in a steady stream of enraged or despondent postings."

Some partners end up attempting to sue their partners in an attempt to remove the blog content but, according to the article at least, there has been little success in doing this.

Someone once said to me that, despite what appearances may be, no one ever truly knows what goes on in a relationship behind closed doors except the people who are in that relationship. Now, thanks to blogging, we can somewhat have an insight to what goes on. One-sided perhaps, but we're definitely invited to take a peek through the keyhole or hold a glass up to the wall.

When I started this blog over a year ago, it was so I could have my own space to write about the things that interested me, from telly shows to favourite actors, music or whatever videogame I happened to be playing. I also had the occasional personal post about what was happening in the relationship I was in at the time. The personal stuff wasn't the focus of the blog, in fact it probably took up no more than 1% of the content.

You won't find any of that content today though. The ex that I had written about stumbled across this blog, was very upset about the views that I had expressed and demanded that I removed all content which had any reference to our past relationship. Since my intention with this blog wasn't to upset anyone, I agreed to remove this content which must've taken me all of five minutes to do, seeing as there was so little of it.

It was difficult for me to remove it though, as I felt that the personal content was good for the blog and allowed some insight into what was going through my head at the time. I read other blogs from all over the world which have plenty of day to day personal content and it seemed a shame to remove what little I had managed to write in my own.

So, what do you think about this issue? Should we put everything in our blogs, even at the risk of hurting the feelings of the people around us? Or should we edit out all the personal stuff?

Me and Mario Kart Wii

Look at Mii! I've played through and beaten Grand Prix mode in Mario Kart Wii and here's a screenshot of Mario and Peach celebrating with the Mii version of myself after getting my final cup. I've been putting in hours online racing with my bitches on Eurogamer. The single player mode is fun enough, but the online mode is insane and totally addictive. You can play balloon battles in teams or go through the traditional Grand Prix mode but also in teams or as individuals. It's super fun and fabulous when you're playing against people you know.

You must buy this game immediately!

Tennessee Williams' "The Glass Menagerie"

So, I won tickets to go the Tennessee Williams' The Glass Menagerie at the Royal Exchange Theatre in Manchester. I've lived in Manchester for five years now but I'm ashamed to say that this was my first time at this theatre even though I must pass it every day.

It's a modern arena theatre set inside a much older historical building. Looking around, there are photographs of previous productions and famous performers and I spotted my favourite Vanessa Redgrave and Ian McKellan amongst many others. I have to say, we were very well looked after by the staff when we arrived. They gave me a programme when I went to pick up the tickets, then they invited us back for drinks during the interval. It was all very chichi.

I'd never seen this play before but I've always like Tennessee Williams and I had an idea what it was about. What I hadn't realised is that there are only four characters in the play but I really liked the intimacy and focus on these four people. What I also loved was the setting. I always prefer a theatre in the round as opposed to a traditional proscenium theatre as you feel so much closer to the action when there's no barrier between you and the actors.

All the actors were excellent, especially when you consider that they had to use a Southern American accent throughout. I saw a clip of Brenda Blethyn rehearsing on local telly last week and her accent then was very Elizabeth Taylor, very full-on, but fortunately she'd toned it down considerably for the performance I saw. I really liked the humour that the actors managed to bring out. It's an old play and in a couple of places the pacing was admittedly slow, but they still brought a reality to the characters and made it relevant and towards the end it was very touching.

Age Appropriate recommended - they should stick that on the theatre bill!

Mario Kart Wii - I'll see you online, bitches!

I'm still suffering with a sore throat and developing a chest infection, but that didn't mean that I was housebound today. I ran out of paracetamol so I decided to pop out to Boots to get some and happened to walk past HMV and spotted that Mario Kart for the Wii was released today. I still had a gift card for HMV which had been burning a hole in my pocket since Christmas so I used up that and only had to the £5 balance.

As you can see from the photograph above, the game comes with a little wheel that you slot the WiiMote into. You don't have to use it, you can just turn the WiiMote on its side or even use a Gamecube controller, but I tried it with the wheel and it felt very natural. I'm shockingly bad at all racing games and generally tend to avoid them, but I can't resist Mario Kart and this one has the extra attraction of online racing!

I've added my friends from Eurogamer already and I've been racing them this evening, losing every damn race. I totally suck at this. There's a pain in the ass process of registering your friends if you want to race against them, but you can just jump into races with random people from all over the world. The online racing was very smooth though things get a bit frantic with eleven other players and having their names flashing up above their racers doesn't help with being able to see the course clearly.

Anyway, if you fancy a race sometime, I'll see you online, bitches!

"Sweat the fucker out!"

I've been letting my hair grow a bit longer lately, but it needed a trim so I went to the barber this afternoon to see if he could make me look halfway decent looking. I made him cut my hair this time instead of using the clippers so the cheeky bitch asked for more money, but it was worth it as I'm pleased with how it turned out and it looks rather handsome, even if I do say so myself!

The barber noticed my hoarse voice and cough and asked me what I was going to do afterwards. When I said that I was going to pop along to the gym to sit in the steam room for a bit he charmingly declared: "Ooh, that's the right idea Love, sweat the fucker out!" so I dutifully went along and sat in the steam room for as long as I could stand it.

Oh, and that's what my doctor always recommends too. He doesn't allow me to use cold remedies from the pharmacy as he reckons that they don't sort out the problem, they just give temporary relief. I don't know whether he's old fashioned or new age, but he only prescribes me to take honey and lemon, some paracetamol and to spend some time in the steam room.

So there I was again, sweating things out in the steam room. I'll say one thing for the steam though, it really does clear out your pipes! The steam room was fully of the usual crowd of horny gym boys. As I was having to spend as much time in there as I could tolerate, I kept popping out to take a shower and drink some water in order to cool down between steams.

What amused me was that every time I popped back into the steam room, there would be some rapid repositioning from the guys in there. One or two guys got up with an obvious stiffy in their speedos and shorts. Don't they have homes to go to? I think some of these guys are simply permanently horny no matter what and I swear that one guy would happily fuck a snake.

Hot honey and lemon drink for a sore throat

Oh, I'm ill today. I didn't get much sleep last night and today at work my voice got hoarser and hoarser as the day dragged on. Of course it's my own fault as I wouldn't stop talking for a second but now my throat kills so I've popped a paracetamol and made a drink of hot honey and lemon to see if that helps matters. To make matters worse, I'm asthmatic so any throat problem has me sucking on my inhaler all day like I'm Whitney Houston with a crack pipe. It's so tiresome. I feel like I haven't taken a good breath all day.

On the plus side, the good news is that I'm going to take the day off work tomorrow as I can't work in this state so I can catch up on all the telly that I've recorded on my PVR but haven't gotten around to watching yet. The bad side is that I'm going to feel like a grumpy badass ol' mofo until this passes. And as if that isn't enough, my mirror tells me that I have no less than TWO spots on my face. One nasty fat yellow one above my lip and another angry looking red one at the side of my nose. I tried glaring at them this evening so make them go away, but they're still around so I'm going to pop 'em and hopefully they'll dry off in a couple of days.

Pimples at my age!

OMG I won something!

Yes, I won tickets to the theatre! I was reading the newspaper at work today and spotted a phone-in competition to get tickets to the new production of Tennessee Williams' The Glass Menagerie which opens at the Royal Exchange Theatre in Manchester today. Anyway, I'd been planning to go since reading about it a few months ago and had mentioned it to friends and no one seem particularly interested, but I rang up anyway and left my name and number, then promptly forgot all about it.

After I got back from my lunchtime swim, my colleagues were very excited for me and told me that I'd actually won. Oh, I never win anything so I'm chuffed to bits with this. I was thinking about who to take with me but since no one I'd asked had shown any enthusiasm, I decided to be a good son and invited my Mom. Yes, I know - what could possibly be gayer than taking your Mom to a Tennessee Williams play?

I'm going next week so expect my first theatre review soon after!

Death by blogging!

Can blogging actually kill you? The New York Times seems to think so!

They work long hours, often to exhaustion. Many are paid by the piece — not garments, but blog posts. This is the digital-era sweatshop. You may know it by a different name: home.

A growing work force of home-office laborers and entrepreneurs, armed with computers and smartphones and wired to the hilt, are toiling under great physical and emotional stress created by the around-the-clock Internet economy that demands a constant stream of news and comment.

Of course, the bloggers can work elsewhere, and they profess a love of the nonstop action and perhaps the chance to create a global media outlet without a major up-front investment. At the same time, some are starting to wonder if something has gone very wrong. In the last few months, two among their ranks have died suddenly.

Of course, there's no actual proof that their deaths were causing by blogging, but they both died from heart attacks and the article wonders if the stress of professional blogging may have contributed. I don't quite agree with the conclusion that the article some to and I think that anyone who allows themselves to suffer with stress and work too much is not thinking about their health irrespective of your job. After all, once you're dead, what are you going to do with all that money you earned?

As you may have noticed, if I'm not in the mood for blogging, I don't do it. Sometimes I just don't feel in the mood, or I'm simply too busy. I have to admit that I do feel a twinge of guilt about it when I don't blog, but do I stress out over it? Absofuckinglutely not. Then again, I don't make any money from this as I write for fun, not profit. I don't even have adverts. It's been suggested to me and I've thought about it, but I find all that very distracting whenever I'm reading someone else's blog so I've resisted doing it so far and I've still no plans to do so.

Anyway, to put death by blogging into context, Radar helpfully compiled a list of other dangerous professions resulting in death:

Coalition forces in Iraq: 4,015 (since 3/19/03)
Law enforcement: 186 (2007)
Construction: 1,192 (2005)
Transportation and warehousing: 885 (2005)
Agriculture, forestry, fishing and hunting: 715 (2005)
Commercial Fishing in Alaska: 641 (1990-2006)
Blogging: 2 (to date)

Makes blogging from home seem kinda safe, doesn't it?

Please shower before entering pool!

I was at the gym today and while I was in the swimming pool my mind drifted away from counting laps to observing the other people around me. There's a large jacuzzi at one end of the pool and a sauna at the other end, next to some showers. What I noticed today was the number of people entering the pool area from the changing rooms who didn't bother to take a shower before entering the pool. I was really shocked.

I mean, I know you're meant to take a shower each time you move from the sauna to the steam room or the jacuzzi and I have to admit that I often don't bother with that, but some people were clearly coming to the pool from the gym without having a shower first. Do they think that it's like some big bath? I've even seen people jump in then rinse their sweaty armpits in the water. And I don't even want to think about their sweaty bum holes!

Anyway, I'd been swimming for about an hour so I was taking a rest in the steam room. It's situated within the men's locker room so some guys go naked in there which isn't a problem, though I once saw a guy shave his balls in there! Well, it was quiet and there was only one other guy in there. He was sitting in the corner of the steam room just wearing a towel with his legs spread apart.

As the minutes passed, I was bored and I kept noticing some movement out of the corner of my eye. I slowly realised that this guy was jacking off! I turned to look, thinking "Oh, he's surely not!" but every time I looked over, he stopped abruptly and pulled a face. This confused me a bit. I mean, why was he jacking off unless he wanted to get attention and maybe hook up? This routine went on for a few minutes but even I got bored of it in the end and went to get a shower.

Men!

What brings you here?

I haven't looked at this for a while. My statcounter has all sorts of information including which words are input into search engines resulting in a visit to my blog. The most recent searches are as follows:

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Now, some of those searches I totally get and I expect that readers find exactly what they're looking for. But some of them don't make any sense to me. I mean, who the heck is looking for shirtless photographs of Rhydian Roberts? I guess it takes all sorts and I'm not one to judge (well maybe a little bit) so I've had a look and found a picture and posted it. There are others, but that's the only one that didn't make me want to horp.

As for the person looking for information about Wentworth Miller's girlfriend - good luck with that. Well, ok you didn't hear this from me, but you may want to try searching on the interweb for information about Luke MacFarlane. Just don't tell Wenty that I told you.

I've busted my arm!

As the post heading says, I've gone and busted my arm. I was taking a shower last night and, clumsy as ever, I banged my elbow towards the tiled wall. It didn't hurt at the time, but as the evening wore on I started to feel pain. Last night it got more and more painful and I ended up not getting any sleep at all.

Anyway, I went to the Accident and Emergency ward at the hospital this morning which is usually an adventure all in itself. I thought that being a Friday morning it wouldn't be full of drunks but I was mistaken. More than one old drunk was escorted out by a policeman. Oh, and I've never seen so many hoop earrings and rough middle aged women in track suits in one place in my life. But I digress..

I had to wait an eternity to be seen initially, but once I was called I was dealt with very efficiently and relatively quickly. I was assessed then sent to have my arm x-rayed a couple of times to check whether or not I'd broken or fractured it. Luckily I hadn't but the elbow just had a lot of fluid on it so the doctor put this tube bandage thingy on my arm to help it settle down (see above) and told me to take painkillers for the pain which I've interpreted to include Swiss praline mini eggs (see below).

Did I mention that my arm kills? I'm typing this with one hand, such is my dedication. Apologies for the crappy photographs. I'm having to do everything with the right hand and I'm not used to it. I've got a whole week of this hell, bah!

Scallops grilled with garlic and ginger

I've spent the day in best "resting" today as I went out last night for a friend's birthday and it was a long night with more Malibu and Pineapples than I can remember. What I do remember was this fabulous Japanese restaurant that we went to first. I've never been to one quite like this before but they way the seating was laid out was that each eating area had two chefs on hand to cook your food as you watched them on the hot plates. I started off with mackerel sushi, followed by big fat scallops grilled with garlic and ginger and it was marvellous.

You know, it was actually quite entertaining too as the two chefs knew they were putting on a show and they juggled and threw about their cooking utensils like Tom Cruise and Bryan Brown in Cocktail. They also did this funny thing where they picked up sliced cooked potato with their spatula then fipped it towards each diner in turn and you had to catch in with just your mouth, like you're a performing Seal or something. Despite already being quite juiced up, I managed to catch mine first time, so I was well chuffed with that. I must be particularly dexterous with my mouth, or something..!

Oh, and one of the chefs clearly fancied himself as a bit of a comedian. Someone had ordered some stuffed meat dish but when he put it on the hot plate it looked just like a great big cock. The chef obviously clocked that he was at a table of gay guys so he added to eggs to the base of the "cock", then as if that wasn't bad enough, he squirted some oil to drip out of the tip. My, how we all laughed! It doesn't take much to amuse the gays, I find that a reference to cock usually does the trick.

By the way, that's not us in these photos. My mate did take some photos, but he hasn't emailed them to me yet as he's spending the day in bed getting his birthday "gift" from his hot new boyfriend, lucky bastard. I'm totally feeling his priorities, so I've taken these ones from the restaurant's website just to give you an illustration of the place.

My six degrees to Kevin Bacon

Ok, so it was a very quiet day at work today so I was browsing the Times online and a piece by Daniel Finkelstein caught my eye. He was playing the Six Degress of Kevin Bacon game, but instead of linking an actor to Kevin Bacon, he was trying to link himself. Anyway, we all had a go at work and surprised ourselves at how easy it is. Actually, I think it'd be harder to find a way of not finding a link between yourself and Kevin Bacon. He's not just the centre of the entertainment world, he's the centre of the universe!

Anyway, here's how I did mine in three steps:


My cousin Lee Montgomery (above left) was in Girls Just Want To Have Fun with Sarah Jessica Parker..


Sarah Jessica Parker was in Footloose..


..with Kevin Bacon!

See, I hardly had to break a sweat. How many steps does it take you?

My flatmate's complicated weekend

My flatmate has a lot of friends, but some of them aren't really friends, if you know what I mean. You see, my friends are just that, friends. My friends have never seen my cock and ass and that's just how I like things. For me, a friend is not someone that I'm sexually intimate with. Anyone I sleep with is either described as a boyfriend, partner or "current squeeze". My flatmate, however, has a lot of friends that somehow always end up sleeping over at weekends, but we don't have a spare bedroom.

I don't mind, but it used to confuse me when he said one of his friends was popping around. I'd be thinking that it'd just be for coffee or having a go on Wii Sports, but oh no, I'd be chatting away but they'd soon make their excuses and retire to the bedroom while I'd busy myself watching America's Next Top Model in the sitting room.

The thing is, he outdid himself this weekend. He invited one friend around on Friday night and this guy hung around until late afternoon on Saturday before leaving. Then a second one came down all the way from Scotland an hour or so later and stayed all weekend. I mean, I'm trying not to judge, he's single and as far as I know so are all these friends so no one's getting hurt or compromised by this, but I just find his terminology confusing. Why can't he just refer to them as shags if that's what they are.

I'm half expecting him to install a revolving door, or maybe a turnstile with numbered tickets: "Next!" But I jest. Maybe, just a little bit. Oh, by the way, I had fun trying to find a photograph to illustrate this post. I put gay open relationship multiple partners into Google search and got lots of delightful images to sort through!

Back up and running

First, the good news - my MacBook is back from repair and I'm up and running again. Now for the bad news - my hard drive failed and they couldn't save any of my data so I've had to start from scratch and reinstall everything so now I've got a fun evening of running updates to look forward to.

Yeah, I know I should've backed-up, but who the hell does that? Even the guy at Apple's Genius Bar had to admit that he never backed up so it's just Sod's Law. Anway, there was nothing super-important on the hard drive, just a stash of porn and tv show downloads.

Oh, that reminds me, someone wanted to know what porn I had on there so I've had a little think and here it is: a Bel Ami film Greek Holiday; a couple of Corbin Fisher clips with Lucas (my favourite!); and a couple of Sean Cody clips with AJ. All rather innocent and harmless. In fact, I was quite impressed with my restraint!

My MacBook is in the repair shop - no blogging for me!

My poor ol' MacBook has finally had enough! Any piece of electronic hardware that I have always gets a rough deal as I'm super-maladroit. My MacBook has been white-knuckling it for the past few months. Luckily, it's still under warranty so I rang Applecare this morning and they arranged for me to pop into my local store and go to the Genius Bar.

Basically, my hard drive has failed and needs to be replaced. No, I haven't backed up my data (who does?) so I've lost everything. Plus, I have to admit that one of my first thoughts was "Um, how much porn exactly is on there? And what genre?" I'm sure I'm not the only one to have such thoughts!

Anyway, they were very professional and organised at Apple so I was very impressed with them. Unfortunately, I am going to be without my computer for a few days so there will be no updates. I've just popped on using the horrible PC computer at work but I shouldn't really.

No interweb for me a few days, how am I going to cope? I'm already starting to get the shakes!