Thursday, July 28, 2011


So. What the fuck does one blog about when one has had a pleasant evening where not much happened? Write an opinion piece? Find something whinge-worthy? Crack a few tasteless jokes like wind in the office?


Precisely like swimming in very refreshing water, one just gets in and let the momentum take you. It doesn't take much to get the bullshit flowing. Obviously. In my case.

So let's start. Last night I went to Commander Conker's house on the way home and was persuaded to stay for dinner by Rose Thorn. So I ate. Then I went home and watched a movie. Then I went to bed. Gripping stuff, eh? Speaking of gripping stuff...

Perhaps it was a good thing that I took it easy for a change, as I have been burning the candle at both ends of late (roughly the last 30 odd years) and am starting to feel it. AND we have to be ready for the annual Metal4Africa Winterfest on Saturday. Whoohooo!

I'm once again going, and looking forward to thoroughly enjoying being far too motherless to watch all the bands I went there specifically to watch. It's going to be tons of fun. Lots of metal, lots of booze, lots of women and lots of running around annoying people loudly.

Sunday may not be too pleasant.

Tonight promises to be even more event less than last night. I'll probably end up notching up some more Martha Stewart points. One of these days... One of these days... I may tot up enough to qualify for the free monogrammed apron.

Either that, or I may find myself at Erotickles, a mad art exhibition featuring works including painting, tattoo flash (mmmm that sounds interesting), festival photography, nature photography and even drawings. Oh, and Sailor Jerry Rum bar specials... Yum!

Nice tagline: Pornography is about dominance, erotica is about mutuality.

Because apparently, and I quote, "No one can tickle themselves". Um, you're doing it wrong. Trust me, if I could put "[my FB name] is in a relationship with [my FB name]" I would. Come to think of it, I haven't tried it yet. Guess what I'm doing for the next minute of my life...

Tomorrow I smoke!

I gave up 2 years ago, but will be enjoying a stogie with my mate, the very recent father of twins. His wife helped.

So, who is keen on donning a tutu and a tiara and running for a charity that will benefit our furry four legged friends? Be warned - it's in the pipe line... Watch this space.

NGDG: "You know when you mix all the colours in the paint box, you get that mangy-dead-cat-brown? When you mix all the martial arts, you get two bald sweaty men hugging each other on a mat."

Spread The Love. And The Lube.

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