It's been a funny week. After the cheeky comment from Candice ala my previous post, I naturally didn't want to bankrupt the cash strapped gal and so removed the pics that she held copyright for. Because she can afford to have official photos of the cast of Desperate Housewives but she can't obviously allow little ol' me to use them!
On Monday, Jon, Stewart and I started our operation to secure tickets to see Miss Kylie Minogue on tour next year. She starts her "SHOWGIRL" tour in Glasgow next March - just two days before David and I fly to San Francisco and New York. Well after much shenanigans we got some cracking seats for her shows in Glasgow and also one in Manchester. Miss Minogue is one of my ultimate Icons and I've adored her ever since I saw her on the Roxy Chart on ITV at No 17 with I Should Be So Lucky - way back in early 1988.
So then I went out on Wednesday night to the Tunnel and got royally pissed. Bumped into Trolley Dolly Alan. I had clocked him earlier in the night but saw him in the toilets and we had a nice kiss. Then as I left and got home he had text me with the ever enticing message "Fancy a shag?" So eloquent. I, however, was so pissed that I showered and passed out without replying. So Friday came about and as usual we headed to Polo for a shake of the shammy. Alan was there again and I was a good chaste boy and just snogged him. Cam and Jon were giving me advice that I had to agree with. I sooo didn't want him to fuck me about and keep everything light etc. So we were having a dance and kissing (ps he's an unbelievable kisser) and he whispered "I want you inside me" Well nature took over and I got a tad excited. However trying to remain aloof and chilled I sent him on his merry way to dance and I'd speak to him later. You can imagine my horror at the end of the night when I saw him snogging some sweaty filthy munter in the queue for jackets. Thankfully Stewart got our jackets pronto but he did walk past and give me a peck. I could've cheerfully lamped the cunt but he's not worth the inevitable bruising to my knuckles. My ego was bruised enough and I couldn't batter fish if I tried.
My neighbour smells. And let's just say it's delicious. He moved into Steven's flat as he's moved out to his mate's before going with his Australian boyfriend back to Oz in January however they've now split up - Are you keeping up with the Beverly Hills 90210 kinda storyline going on here?! So Steven moved out and his good friend Craig has moved in. He's a sweetie and works in the Polo with Stewart and Cam. So Craig's quite a funny guy as far as I can tell and I mentioned to Cam that I could always tell when he'd left the flat because when I passed his door I always got a magnificent whiff of some divine scent. Cam told Craig who I think is purposely dousing himself in the fragrance. He told me on Friday night that he plans to spray some through my letter box one morning. Apparently he's hung like a horse and knows how to use it so he can stick anything in my box - so long as it smells nice.
I'm amazed that people actually read my blog. Some of my mates have said they found it quite surreal reading my take on their lives or at least a snippet of their lives. But what I find bizarre is that other people know about it. I don't normally get a lot of comments on my posts but someone must be reading and I was gobsmacked when English Stewart from Moda said he thought it was fab (He's called Moda Stewart from now on). This surprised me cos firstly I didn't think Moda Stewart knew about it and secondly cos Moda Stewart and I have very differing views on all things sexual. We had a rather heated discussion a few weeks ago when I said I wanked off on webcam with my vibrator up my arse. He was shocked at this revelation and although it's not exactly dinner table conversation at least it made a rather blah visit to the pub more interesting. So Moda Stewart and I kinda agreed to disagree but I left his company thinking he was prudish and I was a whore and he possibly was thinking the same thing. So it delighted me when he said he enjoyed my webpage. And by the way - my vibrator's called Black Bess and could power a street's electricity with the rapid speed at which it works!
Sunday, October 24, 2004
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3 comments:
You're missing the point of direct linking and what I meant by stealing images / bandwith theft. When you take an image and directly link to it, (for example "http://dirtylaundry.wastedwords.org/bg.gif") and therefore have it display on your website, I have to pay for that image to be displayed. So everytime a visitor comes to your website and downloads that image, I pay for it. It is bandwith theft, not a matter of copyright. If you had taken the images and uploaded them to your own sever, and then linked, them that would have been fine. The images are not copyright to be, but rather ABC.
This is just an FYI in case you decided you like a picture and want to post it in your journal. Website owners shell out a lot of money due to direct-linking and people, such as yourself, should be made more aware that it is impolite.
Politeness has never been my strong suit but enjoy the blog whoever you are!!
I don't want to post anonymously but I can't be fucked getting a username so it'll have to do. I just wanted to say that I don't know you but I DO love your blog, it makes me piss myself (with laughter, I'm not incontinent)and also wish that I had stayed in and watched more Sky One instead of doing my A levels.
Oh, and just tell the lezzer who's bitching abiout direct linking to eat a cake or something.
J. x
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