Year: 2000

Fuck me. Back in London. What a bizarre weekend. It’s really late, and I’m completely exhausted, so I’m not going to go into too many details, except to say that I’ve had very little sleep (for various reasons), spent a hell of a lot of money and really need to go to bed now. A couple of very brief asides to people around the place:

• David – you’re a terrifying creature.
• Katy Darby – if you’re sending me all this crappy text message stuff I may very well ritually execute you.
• Max – we shall talk properly tomorrow.
• Brewski – you’re a danger to yourself and to others.
• Will – come down to London for a couple of days and watch videos and mooch. Get your mind off stuff.
• Corny – hmmmm. Weird phone call.
• Evil Mikey – sorry I missed you, I was in NY, you doofus.

So much more to say. Not sure I can be bothered.

Mark is a minging wanker.

“i was thinking how fun it’d be to tell you about my night in british slang, but then i remembered… if i wanted to do that, i’d just have Tom type something up for me.”

Infinite Monkeys. Really. Why bother?

One last thing before I duck off to pastures new for the weekend – not so soft has redesigned. And since we like her, and we like it, I thought I should tell you to go there now.

I’m off to New York this afternoon. How cool is that? I’ll be in the Big Apple by 9.30 this evening.

I couldn’t agree more:[ from “Lacking in emotional content“]

“It makes sense that in a world that doesn’t support creative and caring environments, there are often more glamorous, albeit unhealthy behaviors. Rather than refocusing the extreme behavior into healthier modes of expression, the kids are forced into a magnified example of our despotic culture.”

Excerpts from a Subterranean Journal:

It’s midnight and I’m preparing for bed. Priorities for next 24 hours: meet Frank (place / time / appropriate dress as yet unknown), recover from cold (and thus preserve world tissue paper supply), buy shoelaces, recover from cold, recover from cold, recover from cold, recover from cold.

The Internet Movie Database is Ten today! I think I first saw it in about 1994, because I remember all these designs: 1998 (1), 1998 (2) and 1996.

Yeah, yeah, Meg, I see you too. She’s such a smart-arse sometimes…

I my life I have met approximately five German people, or people of German descent. They have been Andreas, Evil Michael, Astrid, Other Astrid and Max. Out of these five, approximately four of them have turned out to be gay. My deduction? 80% of German people are gay.