Oh my God it's hot.
I feel like I'm on a tropical island, only each morning I have squeeze into the distinctly 'non-beach like' London Underground. Seems pointless washing when you spend 9:00-9:30am in a packed carriage nestled in someone's armpit. How oh why oh how can they not have invented air-con for the tube? hmmm...
I'm writing a promo for a sex book at work at the moment. That's sounds great fun, doesn't it? I leapt at the chance. Then I found out it's to be marketed at 45 + year old males. Males who buy lots of health products and are interested in finance. They're also 'conservative' apparently. Boo.
This means the book is filled with lots of drivel about erectile disfunction, divorcee dating and 'saucy foods'. But, rather brilliantly, there's also a section called: 'The Male Menopause'. Now, I'm ashamed to say it, but I didn't know that existed. Am I alone in my blissful man-o-pausal ignorance?
Anyway, I'm going to go ahead and assume it does exist. I've started to get pmt almost every time I take drugs these days so it's no great leap.
Speaking of which, here's something I heard whispered down the pub: "If you take cocaine with viagra, the chances of getting a heart attack are super high."
I'm surprised that you'd need to take viagra with devil dust, but there you go... worth avoiding both praps.
On a 'softer' note (sorry) I think I'm going to the Big Chill festival. Apparently on Saturday (my pissed Magners night) a friend of mine with a spare ticket asked if I wanted to come. I said "yes" (and probably burped) so I think that means I'm going, which would be fantastiche! Can't believe I didn't remember.
I checked the lineup and 2manydjs, Mr Scruff etc are playing. That + arty people milling about in the woods and glades. What better I ask thee!
Cool, breezy (fingers crossed) sleep everyone.
x's
I feel like I'm on a tropical island, only each morning I have squeeze into the distinctly 'non-beach like' London Underground. Seems pointless washing when you spend 9:00-9:30am in a packed carriage nestled in someone's armpit. How oh why oh how can they not have invented air-con for the tube? hmmm...
I'm writing a promo for a sex book at work at the moment. That's sounds great fun, doesn't it? I leapt at the chance. Then I found out it's to be marketed at 45 + year old males. Males who buy lots of health products and are interested in finance. They're also 'conservative' apparently. Boo.
This means the book is filled with lots of drivel about erectile disfunction, divorcee dating and 'saucy foods'. But, rather brilliantly, there's also a section called: 'The Male Menopause'. Now, I'm ashamed to say it, but I didn't know that existed. Am I alone in my blissful man-o-pausal ignorance?
Anyway, I'm going to go ahead and assume it does exist. I've started to get pmt almost every time I take drugs these days so it's no great leap.
Speaking of which, here's something I heard whispered down the pub: "If you take cocaine with viagra, the chances of getting a heart attack are super high."
I'm surprised that you'd need to take viagra with devil dust, but there you go... worth avoiding both praps.
On a 'softer' note (sorry) I think I'm going to the Big Chill festival. Apparently on Saturday (my pissed Magners night) a friend of mine with a spare ticket asked if I wanted to come. I said "yes" (and probably burped) so I think that means I'm going, which would be fantastiche! Can't believe I didn't remember.
I checked the lineup and 2manydjs, Mr Scruff etc are playing. That + arty people milling about in the woods and glades. What better I ask thee!
Cool, breezy (fingers crossed) sleep everyone.
x's
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I'd be interested to see what you come up with.