I went to the UK webloggers meet this afternoon with Katy (who also writes a goodly amount about the experience). It’s a pity that I wasn’t more in a mood to party, as it was really quite fun. Special kudos to Luke, for being cool and giving me all kinds of advice on Macs vs PCs (and looking like Chandler Bing) and to Jen, whose site I looked at as soon as I got home. It’s really bloody nice…
I own 9, 13, 16, 22, 28, 42, 43, 46, 56, 57, 63, 64, 77 & 96, but I think there are a few that are REALLY missing… [via prol]
Katy is not always as supportive as she might be. For god’s sake, my dear, there’s no reason that it should be a complete disaster.
I think I’ve done a bad thing. Peter wanted to go out for a drink this evening, and I said yes. Then I suggested that Sean might like to come along. Peter said yes [who the hell is Peter]. Sean said yes [who the hell is Sean]. Then I thought – cool! I can get a great big group together and we can go wander the streets of Soho. So I sent Max a text message [who the hell is Max]. And he’s coming as well. At the time it seemed like a really good idea, but now the whole idea is making me incredibly nervous. Cornwell, one of my oldest friends, has disavowed all responsibility for what may happen. As he puts it – “self-immolation is for girls”…
I don’t know, maybe sometimes I do go over the top. Who can tell? Contrasts.net?
So, anyway, I went to this weblog called BoyLOG this morning, and the first thing I did was jump into blogger and write a slightly snarky comment. I think I was still reeling from this TV program on yesterday which was about people with online diaries. They all came across as completely self-indulgent self-promoters. Perhaps I am the same. I don’t know.
That’s beside the point. So I get to this site this morning and the first thing I see is this very attractive picture of a young man wearing very little but an absurdly cheeky grin. First thought (honestly): Nice… Second thought (honestly): What an Egotist!
But then I started to read it. Good stuff. Honest stuff. Much more honest than I feel able to be myself. Much more frank. Much more … revealing. And after I had read pretty much all of it (some swiftly, some less so), I came to a new conclusion. That Chris of BoyLOG is just OPEN. Open about sex, about love, about his body and about his life. So go and read it. Read it thoroughly. Come to your own conclusion. And take your time to do so…
I have contracted one of those unpleasantly dehabilitating cold virus things that makes your nose fill with sticky stretchy green goo that means that you have to sleep on your back so that it “flows” down rather than clogging up your nostrils and making it hard to breathe. Which results in the side effect of a body that acts as if it has just discovered the cough reflex and is really quite proud of it. Which results in a throat that closely resembles ground beef with salt rubbed into it.
Or at least I think it would, if I could stop shivering enough to tell… I’ve taken the day off work so that I don’t spread it to all my colleagues, and feel gross and annoy people. I’m sure that it’s the right thing to do, but I’m bored already [10.38am].
Now featured at Jezebel’s Mirror Project: Me, Evil Nick and Katy poncing around in a dance studio in the O2 Centre, Finchley Road…
Christ, Kerry, these things are getting easier and easier. [I won’t link to him (for a couple of days – see down the page), but go and check out www.riothero.com for the riddle in question] Anyway – this one took about 80 seconds. And it’s my turn to blow the answer! Read on if you dare.
Stage One: The guy at the back of the queue cannot be seeing two grey hats in front of him. If he was seeing two grey hats, then he would know that his hat had to be red. Stage Two: The guy in the middle now knows that he and the guy in front of him cannot both be wearing grey hats. Therefore, if the guy in front of him was wearing a grey hat, then he would know that he was wearing a red one. But he doesn’t know. Which means that the guy in front of him has to be wearing a red hat. The third guy having heard this exchange (and being very clever) now knows that he is wearing the red hat. If you’ll pardon my English colloquialism: Piece of Piss.
It’s not an edict. Sheesh. Anyway – okay, I’ll link to you on the condition that you DON’T LINK TO MARK (just for a couple of days!): zippyblog…