After waiting for ages and a week that seemed one of the longest I have had to work in a long time, Emily and I were eagerly awaiting our Trip to the Algarve. I cant remember the last time I was looking forward to a break of Sunshine, Reading, Chilling and sipping wine with a Good Friend.
Mother had kindly offered to drop us the short ride to Stansted which we gladly accepted and felt rather posh being dropped off in a X5. The flight was at 1700 but we were three hours early, meaning that the check in was virtually empty and in no time we were through security and ready to shop. Emily had wanted a new pair of Aviator Sunglasses but the new Versace ones were so great on her cheeks it was clear which pair she would have to have. I had packed my Aviators & Dior Glasses. Which we took great pleasure in wearing along with baseball caps throughout the terminal and flight, pretending to be incognito.
One we had shopped we made our way to the VIP Lounge I have a membership to use. It was deserted, unlike the packed Departure Gates filled with noise and children and mahem. The Club enables me and guests to use a private Lounge which has a free bar and snacks. Emily immediately turned from her usual composed self to a child in a sweetshop. Pouring several large cocktails, making plates of snacks and packing cans and goodies into her bag for consumption later on the flight.
The short 2.5 flight was soon over and a short doze fitted in, we had cleared customers, collected our bags and were at the Car Rental Kiosk collecting our fabulous convertible Peugeot 307. After ten minutes of trying to find a leaver or button to open the boot, Emily asked one of the staff for assistance. Leaving us feeling quite daft at the fact that you have to push the Zero in the wording 307 to pop the trunk. How was we to know that ?
The short drive to Vale do Lobo we arrived just as the sun was going down and capturing the last of the light as we unpacked in the Villa; Emily very much excited at how much bigger the place was than she had imagined. We both had to agree that the villa is probably bigger than her flat & my house combined. We settled in with some snacks, a bottle Chardonnay and Brigitte Jones Edge of Reason. Just chilled and enjoying good company in relaxed surroundings.
Sunday, April 30, 2006
Wednesday, April 26, 2006
Job Offers & Daily Grind
After 3 days of early mornings I am not sure if I am either;
i) Getting Old
ii) Just not cut out for anything that necessitates waking pre 7:00AM
iii) Im just a lazy git.
I was actually offered the possiblity to be put forward for two jobs last week by a couple of the Agents that represent me. One was a Database Trainer in London and the other running a training department at a Law Firm in the city. The Latter I turned down for the simple fact they wanted me to go onto PAYE and loose all the perks of being my own business. The real cruncher was when she said it was Morgate in the City. West End I could handle but taking a train a full 30 minutes into Liverpool Street, five days per week, Standing all the way. No Thanks.
The second one was from a Different Agent offering a Database Trainer. I have specialised in Databases for over 5 years and would have been perfect, but they didnt know where in London it was to be. Londons a big place and while Tottenham takes me 15 minutes, Richmond could be 2 hours. So I passed until more information was made available. Full time work, solid for 9 months? How would I cope?
So I have two more Mornings at 530 AM to deal with, and Saturday I am off to the Algarve for a week of Chilled Whites, Fruity Reds, Hot Boyz & to just rest.
Ok, I have just read back through what I have written, it must be I'm a lazy git eh? Cest la Vie. I've been called worse!
TTFN
Neil
i) Getting Old
ii) Just not cut out for anything that necessitates waking pre 7:00AM
iii) Im just a lazy git.
I was actually offered the possiblity to be put forward for two jobs last week by a couple of the Agents that represent me. One was a Database Trainer in London and the other running a training department at a Law Firm in the city. The Latter I turned down for the simple fact they wanted me to go onto PAYE and loose all the perks of being my own business. The real cruncher was when she said it was Morgate in the City. West End I could handle but taking a train a full 30 minutes into Liverpool Street, five days per week, Standing all the way. No Thanks.
The second one was from a Different Agent offering a Database Trainer. I have specialised in Databases for over 5 years and would have been perfect, but they didnt know where in London it was to be. Londons a big place and while Tottenham takes me 15 minutes, Richmond could be 2 hours. So I passed until more information was made available. Full time work, solid for 9 months? How would I cope?
So I have two more Mornings at 530 AM to deal with, and Saturday I am off to the Algarve for a week of Chilled Whites, Fruity Reds, Hot Boyz & to just rest.
Ok, I have just read back through what I have written, it must be I'm a lazy git eh? Cest la Vie. I've been called worse!
TTFN
Neil
Pink is the Colour
Apparently Pink is the hottest selling colour of Mobile telephone. So much so that more accessories are going to be made in the bright neon colour.
So I decided maybe it was time to spruce up my Blog a little with a Template Change.
Watch this space!
Gossip. A quiet day at the office today so I spent some time reading other Bloggs. Apparently someone heard on Gaydar Radio that Robbie Williams is going to appear at the Take That Manchester Gig. If he does it would be so unfair. We have tickets to see Take That in Wembley and Milton Keynes. I shall investigate.
TTFN
Neil
So I decided maybe it was time to spruce up my Blog a little with a Template Change.
Watch this space!
Gossip. A quiet day at the office today so I spent some time reading other Bloggs. Apparently someone heard on Gaydar Radio that Robbie Williams is going to appear at the Take That Manchester Gig. If he does it would be so unfair. We have tickets to see Take That in Wembley and Milton Keynes. I shall investigate.
TTFN
Neil
Tuesday, April 25, 2006
Fabulous Birthday Cards & Gaydar Radio
I received a Birthday Card from my friend David that was a Simple Blue Background and with the following written on it;
FABULOUS!
(Adj) Pronounced : Fabbbbuloussss
Gay cliché used in every sentence and for every event.
I thought it was a modern classic and how much truth is there in that?
I guess it must be the popularity of the television program "Absolutely Fabulous" that bought it about.
Have you ever noticed how you pick up things that people say. The more you hear it the more likely you are to say it yourself! Thanks to my small addiction to Gaydar Radio. (Check them out at www.gaydarradio.com) Gaydar Radio on DAB Digital Clarity in London, Brighton and the South East. Gaydar Radio on Sky Channel 0158! Oops have I said the word Gaydar Radio enough yet? I have been an avid listener for over 3 years and have realised I have been picking up Mannerisms or phrases I hear the DJs or callers say. Today, on at least two occasions I have heard myself mutter the words, Marve - (Adj) Camp gay cliché as used by Gaydar Radio DJ Mr Simon Le Vans. LOL.
Oh well, I suppose there could be far worse things I could utter eh?
PS Gaydar Radio is Fabuloussssssss.
PPS I'm not totally mad, honest. And I haven’t even been drinking.
FABULOUS!
(Adj) Pronounced : Fabbbbuloussss
Gay cliché used in every sentence and for every event.
I thought it was a modern classic and how much truth is there in that?
I guess it must be the popularity of the television program "Absolutely Fabulous" that bought it about.
Have you ever noticed how you pick up things that people say. The more you hear it the more likely you are to say it yourself! Thanks to my small addiction to Gaydar Radio. (Check them out at www.gaydarradio.com) Gaydar Radio on DAB Digital Clarity in London, Brighton and the South East. Gaydar Radio on Sky Channel 0158! Oops have I said the word Gaydar Radio enough yet? I have been an avid listener for over 3 years and have realised I have been picking up Mannerisms or phrases I hear the DJs or callers say. Today, on at least two occasions I have heard myself mutter the words, Marve - (Adj) Camp gay cliché as used by Gaydar Radio DJ Mr Simon Le Vans. LOL.
Oh well, I suppose there could be far worse things I could utter eh?
PS Gaydar Radio is Fabuloussssssss.
PPS I'm not totally mad, honest. And I haven’t even been drinking.
Monday, April 24, 2006
A Week of Early Starts
I just have to accept the fact that I am not and never will be an early bird person. I can stay out as late as I like but could never get up early EVERY morning for work.
This week I am commencing a week of early starts, up at 545AM everyday to get on the M25 motorway pre the Crushing Rush. If I am on early I can be at work in under an hour, but after 7AM it can take 2 hours. Madness.
So last night, armed with Valium & a Nytol I thought I might be able to get to sleep preety easily and instead was still lying awake at gone 0200. Knowing that I have a long day today and an even longer week ahead I am feeling shattered already.
I guess I will be far more tired this eveing and able to get to bed far earlier. My body just isnt cut out for it. Do you ever wake up in the night to go to the bathroom and just cant, no matter what, fall back to sleep?
Today was one of those.
Oh well, I have made myself a huge mug of Coffee. Have Pro Plus in the Car and will take a can of Diet Coke for the Journey. Ill have to speak to Kenton and see if I cant stay over a couple of nights at his nearer the Office. He called last night to see if I wanted to go to DTPM. I wish! DTPM on a School night? I've not been able to do DTPP and come home, crash out and get up for work in about four years. Im the wrong side of 30 now and care about my work too much (Of course).
So it it with much malice that I missed DTPM. (DTPM stands for Delerious Tremmours Post Meredian) But rather than DTPM I have em this morning, DT's from lack of sleep! Grrrr. Roll on bed time.
This week I am commencing a week of early starts, up at 545AM everyday to get on the M25 motorway pre the Crushing Rush. If I am on early I can be at work in under an hour, but after 7AM it can take 2 hours. Madness.
So last night, armed with Valium & a Nytol I thought I might be able to get to sleep preety easily and instead was still lying awake at gone 0200. Knowing that I have a long day today and an even longer week ahead I am feeling shattered already.
I guess I will be far more tired this eveing and able to get to bed far earlier. My body just isnt cut out for it. Do you ever wake up in the night to go to the bathroom and just cant, no matter what, fall back to sleep?
Today was one of those.
Oh well, I have made myself a huge mug of Coffee. Have Pro Plus in the Car and will take a can of Diet Coke for the Journey. Ill have to speak to Kenton and see if I cant stay over a couple of nights at his nearer the Office. He called last night to see if I wanted to go to DTPM. I wish! DTPM on a School night? I've not been able to do DTPP and come home, crash out and get up for work in about four years. Im the wrong side of 30 now and care about my work too much (Of course).
So it it with much malice that I missed DTPM. (DTPM stands for Delerious Tremmours Post Meredian) But rather than DTPM I have em this morning, DT's from lack of sleep! Grrrr. Roll on bed time.
Wednesday, April 19, 2006
Easter Monday 2006 - Royal Vauxhall Tavern
Monday 17th April
Bank Holidays usually mean one of two things, either DTPM on the Sunday and a chill out or if its going to be nice, spend Monday at the Royal Vauxhall Tavern.
I had wanted a way to get together with all of my friends at some stage over the weekend and have a bit of boogie together.
Left home early and arrived at the Tavern for just after 1:20pm, surprised to find that there was no line awaiting the opening at 2:00PM. Bank Holidays can be surprisingly busy.
Stood in the forming line for a while and got my wristband by 2:00. Mikey arrived somewhat shaken from having ridden a bus that he had been informed someone had been murdered on over the weekend (that’s nice dear). I asked him what a bus was, he said it was like a limo but the driver refused to carry your bags!
Wrist bands attached to arms we made our way to the Off Licence to buy some drinks and sat on the grassy knole (the park out the back of the Tavern) where everyone meets. In the summer months you can barely get on the hill for the crowds but with the weather still undecided as to what it was doing with cloud and sunshine breaks.
Stuart arrived from his lunch with Mark and Richard and the group began to slowly grow.
Edna’s performance began at around 530pm. Usually it’s the highlight of the afternoon but due to his Laryngitis and being unable to sing properly the show was a shadow of its usual self. Still being the pro that the Dame Edna Experience is, the Show Had to go on. His rendition of “Video Killed the Radio Star” through a megaphone into a Microphone was particularly good.
Met up with Big Bro Shaun (my ex flat mate from Vauxhall) and his partner Mike on the dance floor and bumped into other friends including Chris for a Bump and Grind to the music.
Left at 930PM and made my way to Man Bar to meet up with Richard & Stuart again. An unusual experience as the theme of the night was Boots only. There is something that somehow makes you feel almost equal to one another when you are all wearing nothing but footware. An unusual experience and a real eye opener. Richard and I left at 1130 and made our way homes on what was really a quite exhausting yet fabulous weekend.
Here, our beloved RVT!
Bank Holidays usually mean one of two things, either DTPM on the Sunday and a chill out or if its going to be nice, spend Monday at the Royal Vauxhall Tavern.
I had wanted a way to get together with all of my friends at some stage over the weekend and have a bit of boogie together.
Left home early and arrived at the Tavern for just after 1:20pm, surprised to find that there was no line awaiting the opening at 2:00PM. Bank Holidays can be surprisingly busy.
Stood in the forming line for a while and got my wristband by 2:00. Mikey arrived somewhat shaken from having ridden a bus that he had been informed someone had been murdered on over the weekend (that’s nice dear). I asked him what a bus was, he said it was like a limo but the driver refused to carry your bags!
Wrist bands attached to arms we made our way to the Off Licence to buy some drinks and sat on the grassy knole (the park out the back of the Tavern) where everyone meets. In the summer months you can barely get on the hill for the crowds but with the weather still undecided as to what it was doing with cloud and sunshine breaks.
Stuart arrived from his lunch with Mark and Richard and the group began to slowly grow.
Edna’s performance began at around 530pm. Usually it’s the highlight of the afternoon but due to his Laryngitis and being unable to sing properly the show was a shadow of its usual self. Still being the pro that the Dame Edna Experience is, the Show Had to go on. His rendition of “Video Killed the Radio Star” through a megaphone into a Microphone was particularly good.
Met up with Big Bro Shaun (my ex flat mate from Vauxhall) and his partner Mike on the dance floor and bumped into other friends including Chris for a Bump and Grind to the music.
Left at 930PM and made my way to Man Bar to meet up with Richard & Stuart again. An unusual experience as the theme of the night was Boots only. There is something that somehow makes you feel almost equal to one another when you are all wearing nothing but footware. An unusual experience and a real eye opener. Richard and I left at 1130 and made our way homes on what was really a quite exhausting yet fabulous weekend.
Here, our beloved RVT!
OMG – Im Getting Old. Its my Birthday!
It was an Odd morning to be celebrating ones birthday. Initially after the late night on Thursday I took a really nice long sleep in waking nearly at 2.30pm. Made the usually Jug off freshly brewed coffee ( you really do have to grind the beans fresh everyday and make in a caffetier or Coffee machine. As Marcus would say, “I don’t even have Instant in the house”.
Sat on the sofa in my birthday suit (What else would you wear on your birthday?) and logged on to the usual sites collecting my messages & emails.
I had several cards and gifts that had arrived in the previous week that I had saved, so spent coffee unwrapping cards and gifts from my various benefactors. Huge thanks to ;
• Mum & Dad
• Adam & Verity
• Nan
• Auntie Paul, Uncle Trevor, Sam, Denham & Lee
• David
• Fanny
• Jane
• Stuart
• Mark & Richard
Having caffeinated, unwrapped cards and gifts I spent the day chilling. Made a nice Fry up of Eggs & Bacon on toast and vegetated watching television pre shower & change and leaving for Stuarts house for pre club drinks.
Crash & Chariots followed and once again I was home so late my body was not sure what time of day it was or anything. I struggled to be asleep by noon. Thank goodness Sunday was written off for resting. The big problem is when you are having fun with friends you really don’t want to make the huge drive home knowing that the minute you get into the car its all over.
Driving back along the A12 toward Essex the signal in the radio got weaker & weaker until it was gone. I couldn’t work out how it was the same on all channels until I pulled into my driveway and realised that some blooming tea leaf (Cockney for Thief) had stolen my un screwable Ariel. Of all the mean things to do and on my birthday of all days. Thankfully it didn’t ruin my weekend or birthday by any means. But come on, what use is a Mini Ariel to anyone else? Probably just kids having a laugh. I guess its sent to remind me of why I left London in the first place!
Sat on the sofa in my birthday suit (What else would you wear on your birthday?) and logged on to the usual sites collecting my messages & emails.
I had several cards and gifts that had arrived in the previous week that I had saved, so spent coffee unwrapping cards and gifts from my various benefactors. Huge thanks to ;
• Mum & Dad
• Adam & Verity
• Nan
• Auntie Paul, Uncle Trevor, Sam, Denham & Lee
• David
• Fanny
• Jane
• Stuart
• Mark & Richard
Having caffeinated, unwrapped cards and gifts I spent the day chilling. Made a nice Fry up of Eggs & Bacon on toast and vegetated watching television pre shower & change and leaving for Stuarts house for pre club drinks.
Crash & Chariots followed and once again I was home so late my body was not sure what time of day it was or anything. I struggled to be asleep by noon. Thank goodness Sunday was written off for resting. The big problem is when you are having fun with friends you really don’t want to make the huge drive home knowing that the minute you get into the car its all over.
Driving back along the A12 toward Essex the signal in the radio got weaker & weaker until it was gone. I couldn’t work out how it was the same on all channels until I pulled into my driveway and realised that some blooming tea leaf (Cockney for Thief) had stolen my un screwable Ariel. Of all the mean things to do and on my birthday of all days. Thankfully it didn’t ruin my weekend or birthday by any means. But come on, what use is a Mini Ariel to anyone else? Probably just kids having a laugh. I guess its sent to remind me of why I left London in the first place!
Pre Birthday Shenanigans April 13th – 14th 2006
Pre Birthday Shenanigans April 13th – 14th 2006
The Easter break finally came upon us and much like Christmas seems to sneak up on you from nowhere. One minute it is miles away and then the next it is here. The fact that Easter this year was also my birthday (April 15th), meant that we had both a four day holiday and my birthday to celebrate too.
I started the birthday weekend at Lee’s Penthouse in Limehouse. Dinner with good company over the skyline of London. I had to rush off early as had promised my friend Neil I would meet him at a club at close to Midnight. Left the boys in Limehouse at 1115 and drove to Vauxhall.
RUDE BOYZ –I have never seen a line outside a club like the line for Rude Boyz on Thursday evening. Rude Boyz being a Thursday Club was packed to the rafters with a Friday as a Holiday all of a sudden. Marek and I parked the car and did what any self respecting gay man would do. Casually walk to about 10 people from the front of the line just forward of the corner bend of the queue and jumped in. A few flirtatious words to the person already there usually does the trick. Thankfully we were inside the club with ten minutes. It was rammed. Full of Lads, Chavs and of course Scallys in the now famous Scally Alley.
Left there and decided it being my birthday weekend I was far from Tired and would go to Chariots for a Sauna & Steam and freshen up prior to going home. Stayed way to late and didn’t get home until almost 0900 which gave me only 2 hours to sleep. At Noon Richard, Mark & Stuart picked me up to take me to Lunch. We drove out to a small Pub Restaurant near Ongar called the Green Man in Toot Hill. A delicious Lunch was served despite the fact that all three of them did nothing but make comments about the outrageous state of my eyes during the meal.
The rest of Friday was spent Chilling. I had nearly forgotten that Jane had said she would pop by with my Birthday Present. With sun Shining and the eve of my Birthday we sat and laughed and cried while I downed over a bottle of Wine before a fairly early night in preparation of the big day that lay Ahead.
The Easter break finally came upon us and much like Christmas seems to sneak up on you from nowhere. One minute it is miles away and then the next it is here. The fact that Easter this year was also my birthday (April 15th), meant that we had both a four day holiday and my birthday to celebrate too.
I started the birthday weekend at Lee’s Penthouse in Limehouse. Dinner with good company over the skyline of London. I had to rush off early as had promised my friend Neil I would meet him at a club at close to Midnight. Left the boys in Limehouse at 1115 and drove to Vauxhall.
RUDE BOYZ –I have never seen a line outside a club like the line for Rude Boyz on Thursday evening. Rude Boyz being a Thursday Club was packed to the rafters with a Friday as a Holiday all of a sudden. Marek and I parked the car and did what any self respecting gay man would do. Casually walk to about 10 people from the front of the line just forward of the corner bend of the queue and jumped in. A few flirtatious words to the person already there usually does the trick. Thankfully we were inside the club with ten minutes. It was rammed. Full of Lads, Chavs and of course Scallys in the now famous Scally Alley.
Left there and decided it being my birthday weekend I was far from Tired and would go to Chariots for a Sauna & Steam and freshen up prior to going home. Stayed way to late and didn’t get home until almost 0900 which gave me only 2 hours to sleep. At Noon Richard, Mark & Stuart picked me up to take me to Lunch. We drove out to a small Pub Restaurant near Ongar called the Green Man in Toot Hill. A delicious Lunch was served despite the fact that all three of them did nothing but make comments about the outrageous state of my eyes during the meal.
The rest of Friday was spent Chilling. I had nearly forgotten that Jane had said she would pop by with my Birthday Present. With sun Shining and the eve of my Birthday we sat and laughed and cried while I downed over a bottle of Wine before a fairly early night in preparation of the big day that lay Ahead.
Friday, April 07, 2006
Little Britain Live
When tickets to Little Britain went on Sale last Autumn they were sold out in a matter of hours. As each venue went on sale they were snapped up so fast you couldn’t get them for money or love. So Last October having tried several times to outbid someone on Ebay for a pair and failed, my good friend Steph Alden & I sat at her PC, found a pair that were being offered on “Buy it Now” for £60 each, hit the button and relaxed. We were going. Rather than making the trek into central London with all of its traffic problems and lack of late night transport, we booked for the Brighton Show with the intention of spending a day catching up Pre Show.
The Auditorium at the Brighton Centre was Packed as we rushed to get out seats just prior to curtain up. 5th Row Centre with a perfect uninterrupted view of the Stage meant we had money well spelt.
The Show was the usual characters from all of the series, Lou & Andy, Bubbles De Vere in various states of undress, Sebastian & the Prime Minitster, the infamous Vickie Pollard, Yeah but no, but yeah, but no but yeah but no, I so cant believe you just said that, I only hit Michelle – As a JOKE!. There was the weird customer in the Shop, the Dean at the College and her unpolitically correct descriptions of the students, Rosemary Doors and Fat Fighters, Perverted Children’s Entertainer Des Kay, who got two men out of the Audience and thoroughly embarrassed them. There was the incontinent woman, the ladies at the Women’s Institute vomiting, not very good transsexual Emily Howard and of course the now iconic Dyffed Thomas, The Only Gay in the Village.
The Show ended in a Musical Number leaving you in state close to tears of laughter having laughed your whole way through the show.
Sat to our left were a family of four, Mum, Dad & two boys of maybe 13 & 11. At when stage when Sebastian left stage quoting, “oh Prime Minister, I’m all covered in Jizzm”, the eldest of the boys asked his Brother & mother, What’s Jizzm? Oh we laughed, but Steph agreed it was probably a little too below the mark even for her own 12 year old. Rude, Vulgar, un politically correct, its become the backbone of our comedy for the past three years. You can barely walk down a street without hearing someone quote from the show. “I’m a Lady”, “Oh Myfannwy I’m so down, its not easy being the only gay in the Village”, “Call me Bubbles Darling, everyone does”, “Margaret Margaret, do we have any Pirate Memory Games?”. The TV show is a classic, the Stage show was hilarious and worth every penny. We left after the big musical number on a High and although Steph had to go home I had a Bed & Breakfast booked and met my friend Jaffa Joe for a couple of Jars. Joe & I met in the Gaydar Radio Chat room back in August and although have been chatting since then have never actually met. My friend Neil says that he and I are very much alike and are to be compared to Stuart Alan Jones from Queer as Folk, except in his words, your Like Stuart but much more likeable”. HOW VERY DARE HE! But it was nice to meet Jaffa Joe and yes we are very similar but I shall leave that subject right there!
Sitting with Joe in several drinking holes in Brighton and post Little Britain it did get us talking and thinking about being Gay in Little Britain Today. Its not such a bad place after all. To think back in 1997 when I came out I was worried that my parents would throw me out or turn their back on me and instead my world changed for the better. I came out of my shell and became the person I am today. Happy, confident, dozens of truly close friends whom I absolutely adore and a lifestyle that I love. I’m not only happy to be out but Happy to be Gay. I love my life, love my friends and love the special times we all spend together. I have straight friends and gay friends but the one thing we all have in common is a love for having a good time and a friendship sealed at the heart. There was a time when I would have said I wished I was straight so I could just live a Normal life. But normality is only in the eye of the beholder and what once seemed a strange far off world of men holding hands, gay clubs and flamboyance has become the fabulous world that I now live.
While chilling out after DTPM on Sunday at Lee’s apartment (possibly the most interlectual Chill out I have ever been to as Joel & I were reading National Geographic) we were discussing how man had evolved. From Ape to Neanderthal to Victorian Britain with all its reservations & pomp to us now – SIMPLY FABULOUS!
For more on Little Britain See Hyperlink Under title at Top! :-)
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The Auditorium at the Brighton Centre was Packed as we rushed to get out seats just prior to curtain up. 5th Row Centre with a perfect uninterrupted view of the Stage meant we had money well spelt.
The Show was the usual characters from all of the series, Lou & Andy, Bubbles De Vere in various states of undress, Sebastian & the Prime Minitster, the infamous Vickie Pollard, Yeah but no, but yeah, but no but yeah but no, I so cant believe you just said that, I only hit Michelle – As a JOKE!. There was the weird customer in the Shop, the Dean at the College and her unpolitically correct descriptions of the students, Rosemary Doors and Fat Fighters, Perverted Children’s Entertainer Des Kay, who got two men out of the Audience and thoroughly embarrassed them. There was the incontinent woman, the ladies at the Women’s Institute vomiting, not very good transsexual Emily Howard and of course the now iconic Dyffed Thomas, The Only Gay in the Village.
The Show ended in a Musical Number leaving you in state close to tears of laughter having laughed your whole way through the show.
Sat to our left were a family of four, Mum, Dad & two boys of maybe 13 & 11. At when stage when Sebastian left stage quoting, “oh Prime Minister, I’m all covered in Jizzm”, the eldest of the boys asked his Brother & mother, What’s Jizzm? Oh we laughed, but Steph agreed it was probably a little too below the mark even for her own 12 year old. Rude, Vulgar, un politically correct, its become the backbone of our comedy for the past three years. You can barely walk down a street without hearing someone quote from the show. “I’m a Lady”, “Oh Myfannwy I’m so down, its not easy being the only gay in the Village”, “Call me Bubbles Darling, everyone does”, “Margaret Margaret, do we have any Pirate Memory Games?”. The TV show is a classic, the Stage show was hilarious and worth every penny. We left after the big musical number on a High and although Steph had to go home I had a Bed & Breakfast booked and met my friend Jaffa Joe for a couple of Jars. Joe & I met in the Gaydar Radio Chat room back in August and although have been chatting since then have never actually met. My friend Neil says that he and I are very much alike and are to be compared to Stuart Alan Jones from Queer as Folk, except in his words, your Like Stuart but much more likeable”. HOW VERY DARE HE! But it was nice to meet Jaffa Joe and yes we are very similar but I shall leave that subject right there!
Sitting with Joe in several drinking holes in Brighton and post Little Britain it did get us talking and thinking about being Gay in Little Britain Today. Its not such a bad place after all. To think back in 1997 when I came out I was worried that my parents would throw me out or turn their back on me and instead my world changed for the better. I came out of my shell and became the person I am today. Happy, confident, dozens of truly close friends whom I absolutely adore and a lifestyle that I love. I’m not only happy to be out but Happy to be Gay. I love my life, love my friends and love the special times we all spend together. I have straight friends and gay friends but the one thing we all have in common is a love for having a good time and a friendship sealed at the heart. There was a time when I would have said I wished I was straight so I could just live a Normal life. But normality is only in the eye of the beholder and what once seemed a strange far off world of men holding hands, gay clubs and flamboyance has become the fabulous world that I now live.
While chilling out after DTPM on Sunday at Lee’s apartment (possibly the most interlectual Chill out I have ever been to as Joel & I were reading National Geographic) we were discussing how man had evolved. From Ape to Neanderthal to Victorian Britain with all its reservations & pomp to us now – SIMPLY FABULOUS!
For more on Little Britain See Hyperlink Under title at Top! :-)
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Monday, April 03, 2006
DTPM Birthday Celebration Party
Considering that DTPM is both my friends and my favourite club on the planet, its no surprise that we would be there to join in the Birthday Celebrations.
Carl, Woody, Steve, Taz and I all met at Marcus’s at 9 for a pre meet up and then took the remaining few minutes walk around to the club in Clerkenwell.
The Birthdays, like New Years and Bank Holidays are packed to capacity of over 2500 of the hottest looking men you have ever seen. With numbers like that you have to get their early, even with tickets, to ensure you get in without standing in line too long. So we were outside a couple of minutes before opening. Once inside, Coat Checked and down the stairs past the drag queen greeters who handed out the customary gift on Birthdays and New Years. This year a Blue and White, Emblazoned with the DTPM Logo Lanyard. Funny thing was just last week Woody and I were saying how it was weird that we had them for other clubs and not our fave. So gift in hand we headed down stairs to say Hello to the gorgeous Kerri on Membership & Record Sales and then on down to the bar and the usual tour of the loos and finding everyone.
An Hour later in the Main bar we had found the entire gang and were on the way to dance before it got too Heaving. The main floor gets so packed that you can actually not move by 3AM so it was boogie while you can.
We tend to traditionally dance on the main floor till then, then maybe the Bass and Laser room for a while and then upstairs to what we call the Departure Lounge. Same music as it’s the Mezzanine to the main floor, but a little more spacious and Airy.
I didn’t think I would last the night but more than merry by 6 AM Lee and I decided to make a move. Lucky for us we hit the coat check minutes before the club closed and made out way back to his to Chill out.
I don’t know what it is about DTPM. The classy venue of Fabric? The Awesome Sound & Visuals? The entourage of close friends creating a great party atmosphere? A team of Club Promoters that care about creating a great environment? Well done Lee and the Gang. Fan Bloody Tastic night and still the best club on the planet!
Carl, Woody, Steve, Taz and I all met at Marcus’s at 9 for a pre meet up and then took the remaining few minutes walk around to the club in Clerkenwell.
The Birthdays, like New Years and Bank Holidays are packed to capacity of over 2500 of the hottest looking men you have ever seen. With numbers like that you have to get their early, even with tickets, to ensure you get in without standing in line too long. So we were outside a couple of minutes before opening. Once inside, Coat Checked and down the stairs past the drag queen greeters who handed out the customary gift on Birthdays and New Years. This year a Blue and White, Emblazoned with the DTPM Logo Lanyard. Funny thing was just last week Woody and I were saying how it was weird that we had them for other clubs and not our fave. So gift in hand we headed down stairs to say Hello to the gorgeous Kerri on Membership & Record Sales and then on down to the bar and the usual tour of the loos and finding everyone.
An Hour later in the Main bar we had found the entire gang and were on the way to dance before it got too Heaving. The main floor gets so packed that you can actually not move by 3AM so it was boogie while you can.
We tend to traditionally dance on the main floor till then, then maybe the Bass and Laser room for a while and then upstairs to what we call the Departure Lounge. Same music as it’s the Mezzanine to the main floor, but a little more spacious and Airy.
I didn’t think I would last the night but more than merry by 6 AM Lee and I decided to make a move. Lucky for us we hit the coat check minutes before the club closed and made out way back to his to Chill out.
I don’t know what it is about DTPM. The classy venue of Fabric? The Awesome Sound & Visuals? The entourage of close friends creating a great party atmosphere? A team of Club Promoters that care about creating a great environment? Well done Lee and the Gang. Fan Bloody Tastic night and still the best club on the planet!
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