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While the European webloggers nominated for Bloggies slowly relax in the knowledge that their brilliance has been quietly recognised, the real action is over at the Big Gay camp. While Sparky begs for your vote (so sad…), Ernie howls “Bring it on, girlfriend!” and Choire & Philo sharpen claws and freshen breath, it is left to my good self and redoubtable Jill Matrix to represent the cooler heads – the more adult and responsible side of the race for World’s Most Self-Indulgent Homo.

So whaddya reckon? Will it take me taking my clothes off, keeping my clothes on, a complete change of emphasis towards displaying pornography, secret weblogging gossip, or actual blow-jobs to get you people to vote for me? I wanna be the best damn poof in the whole darn world…

Song for a melancholy moment at home: “One day I’ll fly away – leave all this to yesterday. Why live life from dream to dream and dread the day when dreaming ends? One day I’ll fly away, fly fly away.”

And the charge went out across the land – “One of our own is being oppressed” – and her people woke from their beds and took to the streets all wearing a t-shirt emblazoned with the legend, Free Winona Ryder.

And in fashion news… Diesel is over. Miss Sixty is last year. The future is Dorcus. Dorcus is where I get all my modern-day loungewear. And I’m not alone. Dorcus is the clothier of choice for Bond assassins and early sixties shady government types.

So you wanna see the first online screen-caps of Blogger Pro? Eh?

So my young Mr Massow has gone and done it again. Sometime he’s so cool it hurts. He’s tacked on a community aspect to his financial services site, and actually had the nerve to stick the main access point behind a great big picture of his face. And he’s got the hugest shit-eating smile that you’ve ever seen in your life. You’ve got to respect his nerve. Kudos!

From the new about page’s gallery, I present The George Bush Funeral Home.

Easing into a new design is like breaking in a new pair of shoes – they may look really nice, but for a while at least, they feel alien and uncomfortable. No doubt as time passes I’ll get more comfortable with the redesigned pages. Don’t forget – if you find something that doesn’t work, just let me know.

Presenting a brief history of Tom. Ten years condensed into a photo gallery for your horror.