Mike has brought comments all the way up to his 5th floor (no elevator). And happy birthday to baby Dave who is one year old today. Oh, and I am trying to cut down my internet use due a to…

Last night I missed the first 20 minutes of Six Feet Under, but thanks to this fan site I could read the transcript of what I’d missed – and make some sense of most of Brenda’s Australian friend’s lines. Was…

I have just found out that Funny Face Girl was on at the Barbican yesterday at 2. I’m going to rent it soon, but I would have loved to watch it on a big screen. My reinsertion in the circles…

Yay! Ian has managed to get tickets for the one Prom concert I was most interested in and he’s taking me tonight. In a box, if you please. I wonder if this will improve my chances of filing for appeal.

I have just been sent this picture as a comment to my previous post. I think I looked frighteningly like it yesterday on the hill. [Click on thumbnail for larger view]

What went wrong? It seemed like an ordinary Sunday (with exceptionally good weather for London), with the usual late afternoon fun at the excessively hot Royal Vauxhall Tavern. Next thing I know, I’m waking up on the deserted green next…

Just got back from a lovely picnic in Primrose Hill. Realized I got so accustomed to South London (most of my friends live here, we often go out in Clapham and Brixton and the Royal Vauxhall Tavern is, well, in…

Tonight I’m going to an “End of BB3” BBQ. I’m wondering if the guys hosting it have managed to borrow the video wall from work as planned, so that all thirty of us will be able to watch it from…

Message I found on my fridge as I merrily stumbled home today at – ahem – 1pm: It’s been good while it lasted. I am sorry but I do not intend to put up with your abusive behaviour any longer.…

“This is the text message 70 employees of a dotcom were sent just before Christmas, telling them they had lost their jobs. […]” (The Guardian) Aah, the sweet dot.com memories: working round the clock in the Munich office with occasional…

J. had to cancel our date last night, due to a last-minute opportunity to go see a show for free. That’s not too bad, since I have a horrible cold of the “let’s dance for hours at the RVT and…

I’m just back from Brixton tube station, where I went to hand in a mobile phone I found on the train last night. And not just any mobile phone, but a shining brand new Sony CMD Z7, the object of…

Well, it’s official now: I am going to have the my gay membership card taken away from me. This letter was in the mail today: Dear Sir, We are sorry to inform you that as of today, July 22nd, 2002,…

A while ago in an internet café I had a quick look at Bitful, saw that the main colour was some sort of shocking pink but did not think much of it. Last night David told me that he approved…

The City of Paris has just spent 1.5 million Euros on transforming a 3 km stretch of the right bank of the river Seine into a temporary beach, complete with sand, palm trees and sun lounges. I do not know…

Queer Nation @ Substation last night was great, then I had some Sleep LiteTM – a series of fifty-seven five minutes naps between 7 and noon. I knew I should have gone to Trade instead, but the first bus I…

Was I hallucinating, or was Brixton covered in hair at 6am this morning? Some people with hair extensions must have got into a hell of a cat fight.

Ouch, my tongue hurts. And no, it’s not what you think, I just bit it violently last night while furiously chewing gum.

Cruising at a supermarket today reminded me of the Marina Safeway (if my memory does not fail me) in Armistead Maupin’s Tales of the City series, which I’d love to read again, but unfortunately I lost the books in the…

You: 6ft, piercing blue eyes and a pierced eyebrow, wearing combat shorts and a pale blue t-shirt. Me: 6ft, brown eyes, jeans and a striped sleeveless t-shirt. We both went for the same bottle of skimmed milk at Tescos in…

This morning I am wearing my dark grey graduation suit from Next (it still fits me after all these years, thank you very much), a blue shirt and Italian loafers. I really want the job. I really really need the…

I like tube (london underground) strikes. Because Ian was late for dinner and very kindly treated me to it to make up for the delay. Ok, it’s 4:52am and I’m still burping jalapenos, but it was definitely worth it. He…

Happy birthday Tom Plastic (Old) Bag – yeah, I know, I have no right to call him that, considering I’m over five years older than he is. By the way, I’ve just discovered his true identity: he really is a…

Apologies if this has already been going round and round, but I just found the link to un lapin on b3ta and I just keep watching it over and over (Laetitia Casta lip-sinking to a classic Chantal Goya song, quirky…

“An insider who has heard three demos from Madonna‘s new album describe (sic) them as sounding like Sigue Sigue Sputnik” (via Popbitch). I am not surprised, for it sounds like a very logical artistic evolution, considering that to me the…

Yay! My new mobile phone is in the mail! I managed to buy a used one from eBay, using the “buy now” option (see my previous attempts at snatching one up through auctions). It’s going to be my fifth cellphone…

I’ve been lusting over iPods for a while, but could not get one because I have a PC. Starting at the end of August, a new Windows version will be available in the USA. I’m starting to save, like, now.

I keep spotting cuties while watching TV these days: last night in Six Feet Under, a new hottie named Jeremy Sisto (top picture). Come on, the guy played Jesus in a CBS miniseries, and I’m Italian, so I can’t help…

I’d read about it, but somehow the words “bluegrass” and “Stairway to Heaven” failed to conjure up the beauty of Dolly Parton’s latest rendition. Thanks Mike!

I just had a QuornTM steak, stir-fried mange-touts, plain basmati rice and a green salad. Yes, it’s one of those “I feel horrible and need to get fit” days. Were I to learn from the past, I should expect to…