NOT SO BURLY BUT I LIKE IT

Went to Burly at the Arches last night and had a fab night. It had been billed as an alternative night for men into uniform, leathers, trainers, boots, rough, bears, skinheads and filth - now I fit into none of these categories but a change is as good as a rest so Cameron and I pulled on our jeans, didn't shave and put on our butchest poses possible to see what was happening. We needn't have bothered......

I used to go to the Arches on a regular basis for years, Trade and Fruitfly were 2 excellent house nights at the club and later I appreciated some fine techno music at Pressure at the Arches aswell. Since my halcyon days as a hard clubber are over, I was unsure what to expect. Trade was especially known for a joyous atmosphere, high energy and excellent house music with a real party carnival ambience. Alan and Russell who were basically our guides for last night had said it was rough blokey blokes. My neighbour Steven was surprised to see me there as where a few other Glasgow queens. Now there were some bears and skinheads and leatherclad guys but no more than I'd expect to see in a gay club anyway. The music wasn't particularly hard, Jon could've coped with it and it all seemed rather tame. Now if you look on the website you see men licking boots and guys in overalls giving head but last night there was none of that although Russell was resembling a wilful tramp. He mentioned about going to the 'after show party' when the club closed, I was still waiting for the show to begin! The atmosphere was fine and Alan, his boyfriend, Russell and John with the big cock couldn't have been nicer, their company is good natured and they always laugh at my sense of humour so that helped a lot as I haven't ever gone on a proper night out with them. I declined the 'after show party' and headed up the road, I imagine the party would have been slightly more debauched than a room full of guys with jockstraps on and their tits out. I did however, manage to spot what I thought was a fashion faux pas; a guy had on a pair of black leather chaps and a white jockstrap, it literally looked like his collars and cuffs didn't match and although I saw his collar, I imagine this guy had quite a few pairs of cuffs!!!

I was hoping to regale you all with tales of sexual dalliance, getting tied up and whipped and then licking some filthy boots whilst getting pissed on but none of that happened. I will however be going again and who knows, I may even wear some leather gear and a gimp mask one day. The same guys who dance round their handbags at Polo Lounge were there so it's only a change of venue and more dirt on the feet as the Arches is a filthy club. Nothing will be as filthy as The Cock in New York where you couldn't see the floor but it stank of piss and the toilet door was made of long leather straps. That's filth! John with the big cock (I've not been with him but he's renowned for being endowed) said there is a club in Paris called Impact where you pay your money at the front door and put your clothes in a bin bag and parade in the buff which sounds like fun. He also said last night that he had told someone else about the club they had thought that the guys actually wear the binbags which may be a blessing in disguise for some people!

I woke up this afternoon feeling refreshed despite the late night and switched on my CD player, I didn't know what CD was in as Cameron had been using it last night before we went out and lo and behold Kylie Minogue's 'Better The Devil You Know' came bursting through the speakers. I then spent a good 5 minutes dancing round the living room, shaking my shammy to one of the most uplifting songs ever. A perfect way to start a Sunday morning/afternoon. I just finished reading 'Queen Lucia' which is also one of the best books I've read in recent times. I've started on another of EF Benson's - 'Miss Mapp' and it's equally as fabulous, they're the kind of books where you can't speed read or you won't understand the goings on and development, either that or I'm a tad slow and can't pick up things that well.

Alan told me yesterday about someone reading my blog and when Cameron spoke to them about us going to Burly, they said he should be going to nights that are pink and fluffy, not rough and nasty. She works in their head office and Alan got her reading this blog so I had to mention it- Celeste, snaps to you sister, I love that people read my blog that I don't know, it makes me all warm and fuzzy inside, like after I have given a blowjob!

Then tonight my psychic friend Mabel phoned. We used to work together and I just mentioned today to my mum that I should give her a call and then as if she'd read my mind, my spooky pal called to update me on the old work gossip and what she's been up to. I am meeting up with her next week for a proper catch up and probably get a reading from her. She's loads of fun and has been known to whoop it up at the Polo on occasion. After hanging up from her, I was thankful that I've left the job behind as it seems to be getting worse and worse in my old workplace. I nearly went back last week on a promotion with my work now which would have been a blast from the past, if only to see the guy who used to be in my team who claims he's not a gayboy but totally ditched us all one night in the Polo Lounge when he was chatting to some random and asked me to keep schtum about it all. Fag.