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Correction: Due to horror of person mentioned in weblog discovering said weblog and then reading said weblog, the owner of said weblog now has to cover his tracks in a charming and engaging way by slagging him off – much like a four-year-old in the playground who feels awkward around girls. So I’d just like to say to the person concerned that they stink and that there is absolutely no way on earth that I’d ask them out for a drink sometime next week. Particularly not Wednesday. Ok? Got that? [This is not my fault]

Excellent. Absolutely no one reads this site any more. I have finally proved my theory that being a self-indulgent grumpy arsehole is not what the public want – whatever the lying, scheming, sack-of-shit bastards would try and make you believe. I’m going to make a button.

Search Engine Placement Strategy: National Lottery, Maff, Foor and Mouth, Exchange rates, Eminem, Inland Revenue, SMS, text messaging, EastEnders, West Ham, PlayStation Cheats, Westlife, Alton Towers, Harry Potter, Arsenal FC, South West Trains, UCAS, Eurovision, Buffy, Revision, London Eye, Route planner. [Prurient content omitted | 20 most popular terms typed into MSN.co.uk | As featured in The Guardian’s ‘Editor’ supplement]

I’m really excited about Tigerland. I know it’s been out for a thousand years everywhere else, but we’ve been waiting for it in the UK for months. Perhaps I can persuade Davo to go today.

I hereby proclaim Escape, at the end of Rupert Street, to be my London bar of choice. It’s small, relatively free of attitude and full of pleasant-looking, relatively nice young men and women. I’ve been going for a while now – it’s not got the horrible desperate need of Rupert Street (the bar), nor is it as tacky as many of the cheesy gay places of Soho.

Anyway – I’ve been going for a while now semi-regularly. It’s actually a laugh, which is cool. And I’ve just started meeting people there as well. Which is, you know, also good. I went on Thursday with Nick H and his friend Scott, and it accidentally turned out to be the Miss Kudos Drag Queen competition. A more motley crew of drag-acts you wouldn’t believe. One of them had breast implants, no top and Marilyn Manson contact lenses in. One mimed (quite well) to Geri Halliwell.

I went last night as well – it was supposed to be a preamble to going clubbing, but I was exhausted from having been up all night writing reviews for the BBC. So by about midnight I wanted everyone around me dead. Which is a pity really, because there was a charming guy there called Will, [COMPLIMENTS EXCISED JUST IN CASE HE HASN’T READ THIS YET].

More from BBC Films – this time it’s a review that I wrote for On the Waterfront. This one I actually don’t mind too much. It’s not phenomenal, but it’s not bad. I’ve got another one to write for Monday morning, so I guess they haven’t realised how bad they are yet.

Joy of joys – now you too can read what must be one of the worst piece of writing I have ever produced. My review of Rasputin is up on the BBC’s film site, and I really don’t like it. I can blame time pressures all I like, but in the end of the day I’m pretty sure it’s just not cutting the mustard. Luckily I have a couple of other reviews to write which should give me an opportunity to redeem myself.

Four pages from Peter Milligan’s new X-force comic book: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4. Comic books are for retards: “Ah. The Death of Sluk. Probably no great loss. He was only really useful at close range, with his creepy face things. And I might be a mutant, but I kind of like the members of my team to look at least half human. Note: Remind Beckah to review her alcohol mix. Gin Genie’s tremors nearly killed all of us.” [Via Barbelith Underground]

My current pet project – to get Simon some fun – got an unexpected shot in the arm today when he put his wishlist online. Go buy him stuff – he’s like a teenager. They need it more than we do.

Join the world’s largest blog-link chain by linking to Dan linking to Leia linking to Julie linking to James linking all the way back to me [All neglecting to link to Simon in the process]. And I repeat, Girls are evil. May the chain grow ever longer and more pointless.