Sunday, September 30, 2007

Bang Bang

...My Baby Shot Me Down.

The point of this post is to give you this. But to understand why I got to to here, you have to read on after.

"I was 5 and he was 6"

I mentioned the tragic Dalida below. I figured I'd do some preparation for a posting on her, and found this:

Which I thought was the French version the of Cher's biggest 1960's hit, written by Sony Bono. Until I listened and realised she was singing in Italian (she was big in Italy too). Here is the Nancy Sinatra version that remained less well known until Tarantino's Kill Bill Volume 1:

Then, suddenly, I remembered that I knew the French version from somewhere. Eventually I worked it out. Musical lip-synching, must be early François Ozon.

It's sung by Sheila, and here it is...

It's used in his 1996 short Une robe d'été.

Luc, a young man in his late teens/early twenties, spends his holiday at the sea together with his slightly older and decidedly more effeminate boyfriend Sébastien. At the house they have rented, Sébastien's constant dancing and preening drives Luc crazy and so he heads to the beach, hoping to find some solitude.

There, he meets Lucia, who suggests for the two of them to have sex immediately. Luc obliges, perhaps also to find out if maybe he is heterosexual after all. During their encounter, Luc's clothes are stolen. After having sex Lucia learns that Luc is gay and has never been with a woman.

Lucia lends Luc her summer dress (hence the title of the piece), so he can go home by bike. Wearing a woman's dress improves Luc's mood as people whistle after him and he gets back a sense of freedom. Back at the house, Luc surprises Sébastien, and the two have passionate sex in the kitchen, with Sébastien referring to Luc as his "beautiful girl".

The next day, Luc brings Lucia, who is just leaving, back her summer dress, but she refuses, certainly knowing how important it will be in the sexual role play between the two men and then kisses Luc goodbye.

So, here is the full short movie. Beware-it's not porn, though it is French "arthouse"-so you might not want to watch it from the office. In which case, switch off after the singing..or whenever you feel the need to!

Hang on-a love of singing along to showtune sounding stuff, performing to the bf, the joy of a having a French boyfriend-yes, it's just another day in the life of mon C and I!

Divine Intervention

Nah, I didn't suffer one... though I did wake up at 3am last night in the dark, with a fear of what was out there. Not random London gangland teen killers-but rather stealthy silent vampires. That's what comes after watching the first 10 or so minutes of 1963 Hammer movie The Kiss of the Vampire. Yes it's about 45 years old, and it's rated 12. But, as I've said before, those old vampire movies freak me out. That's why, all on my own I could only watch those first 10 minutes before feeling extremely uncomfortable.

And yes, I did end up dreaming about my flatmates being vampires. It was a rather bizarre dream. I shared a house in Camden, and I was dating a young Gareth Hunt, who was taking me to his bed. My dream had no resolution-I had to wake myself up because the vampire part of it was too freaky. Still, I did spend a couple of passionate nights with Gareth.

So, to make sure I have movie distractions some other dark, lonely nights, I'm on the hunt for a couple of films today:

Paradise Now and Divine Intervention.

Paradise Now
is a 2005 film directed by Hany Abu-Assad about two Palestinian men preparing for a suicide attack in Israel. The pair, childhood friends, record videos glorifying god, are given suicide belts and change their appearance to blend in with the Israelis they are about to attack.

Divine Intervention
is by the Israeli Palestinian director Elia Suleiman, which may be described as a surreal black comedy. The film consists largely of a series of brief interconnected sketches, but for the most part records a day in the life of a Palestinian living in Nazareth, whose girlfriend lives several checkpoints away in the West Bank city of Ramallah.

One often cited section (seen below) features a beautiful sunglasses-clad Palestinian woman (played by Manal Khader) whose passing by not only distracts all eyes, but whose gaze causes Israeli military checkpoint towers to crumble.

Here's another cool section. Mind you I was waiting for them to burst into song...

Thanks to eric at we, like sheep for the heads up.

Edit: BIZARRE COINCIDENCE-I went to find the link I posted about Vampires freaking me out-and it was the same date as this post, exactly one year ago...

Saturday, September 29, 2007

A Matter Of Time

By a rare coincidence, I'm going to watch an episode of Doctor Who exactly 29 years to the day it was first shown.

By design, I'm going to watch it at the exactly same time it originally aired.

It's part of my Dr Who (homo-alone) Weekend with an entire season (16) consisting of 6 stories over 26 episodes across 7 DVDs.

It's the quest for the Key to Time.

Friday Night Out

I was out with a group of people from work last night. After just over 3 years at my firm I stumbled upon some fellow gayers when I was over in Munich recently. KT said we'd go out any party sometime. Last night was it.

It took the 3 of us who left together from the office forever to get a cab from Blackfriars over to Shoreditch. Typically, the first cab we got (we had to walk as far as Bank) had recently been puked in, according to our noses.

We didn't get to Loungelover until about 7.35pm, an hour after our suggested rendez-vous at 6.30pm. So, we only had time for one cocktail. I had a punky pink (it could have been pinky punk). I chuckled that there was NO change from £10 for my 1 drink (and people complain whenthey pay more than £3 for a pint).

Loungelover is a former meat packing factory. With glamour aplenty you need to book even just to come in for a drink. But that suited me. It was a more exclusive space. We were in the Red Area, with the deco furniture.

I didn't even have time to finish my drink before we had to go across the street for dinner at Les Trois Garcons. Here "you may bump into Gwyneth Paltrow, Nicole Kidman, Jade Jagger, Lennox Lewis, Stella McCartney, Gilbert and George or Yoko Ono a true mixture of locals and celebrities alike". We didn't actually. But there was a celeb with us.

not Nicole Kidman, but it might be Stella

Me, I started with le crabe de Dorset (that's Dorset Crab) entouré de jeunes poireaux, rémoulade de céleri et d'une vinaigrete aux citron doux, at £12.50.

For my main I tried le Pigeon poêlé (pan-seared pigeon) sur un cassoulet de haricots cocos relevé de chorizo, fenouil, artichaux et un jus persillé, at £25.50.

I finished with la crème brûlée du jour, £7.50. Yesterday it was orange flavoured.

The crab was alright. There were a couple of small bits of shell in it.

I'd never had pigeon, and I wish I'd taken the braised beef instead. It was quite rare and the texture was unpleasant. Almost like kidney.

Crème brûlée is my favourite. The orange flavour took a little getting used to-and it didn't really compliment the vanilla. I don't usually take a dessert unless crème brûlée is on the menu (in which case I'll have cheese).

The restaurant looked great-quite chintzy kitsch. We actually had the chef's table in the private dining room downstairs. What was fascinating about that was that there was a one-way window looking into the kitchen. I was sitting right by it, where I could see the head chef plate up the food.

I was amazed at how much tasting of the food went on. And how much unhygienic tasting and touching went on. The chef would regularly lick the spoon and then, without washing or wiping it, would put it back into a pan, and dish up some more! Yes, from time to time he did dip it into a bowl of water, or wipe it, but more often not.

The other thing he frequently did was to lick his fingers before and after picking up the hot food (I guess to cool them so he could pick-up) from the kitchen plates and onto the serving plates.

He kept his spoon under his apron over his chest, but between his apron and his chef white top, rather than next to his chest!

Well, I guess that's how our food comes to us whichever fine restaurant we eat in. It wasn't disgusting, but it was fascinating to watch how much tasting and licking went on, without cleaning the spoon afterwards. It was certainly an eye-opener.

suddenly all these people appeared in the kitchen at end of service-from down the ladder you just see behind...

There were 8 of us (actually 50% were str8). Between us we consumed 10 bottles of wine and a bottle of Elderberry schnapps.

Oh, and I mentioned there was a celeb among us. Can you work out who he is? He's married to one of my colleagues...

someone famous

I actually enjoyed the music more than my food. It was an eclectic mix of french pop, including Serge (of course), Garou and delightfully, Dalida - huge tragic* icon of French gay men. I noticed that at end of service Dalida came back on-her CD in full. Oh, those French waiters...

*On May 3, 1987 Dalida died as a result of an overdose of barbiturates, leaving a suicide note reading "Life has become unbearable ... Forgive me."

Friday, September 28, 2007

Celeb Not Spot

Mon C flew premiere or something like that on Air France to French Guiana. As he always does. He told me that on that flight, in particular, they are very looked after because they have astronauts and other importanti living there.

So right now he is 4 hours behind. In French Guiana. Until Sun. Then Guadeloupe on Sunday.

His travel companion in the seat next to him? Fanny Ardant [I laugh hysterically]. Seriously. The name doubled me up. Mon C who works with the famous day in day out (apart from 3 months in summer) is very matter of fact.

Fanny. Might well be a minge thing. But a lovely woman he tells me.

There are some issues with Fanny in Italy at the moment (see what I mean about the name? Mon C has IT grandparents). They chatted about the upset she recently caused in Venice. She is in Fr Guiana to do a commercial but *not* to be made up by mon C. Still, he was;t bothered.

Me-I'd be spinning. But not mon C.

Billie Does Good

Inside everyone of us there exists a darkside.

Welcome to the random side.

Thursday, September 27, 2007


God, my stats are so down.

I don't mean my dick size. I mean my sitemeter. So be it. If guys only are interested in male nudity (Asaf Avnet, Pavel Novotny-who I met) it's fine.

Billie did well..but since I saw her in Canterbury Tales opposite Dennis W, I knew that she was fab, That was Billie Piper, pre-Dr Who.

Work is tough. I'm earning £000,000 for the employers but I'm not sleeping because of stress. I'm not eating during the day because I'm too stressed with no time. It's a mix between not finding the time and not having the appetite.

I came home and pissed-it was so orange (beyond yellow) that I thought-fuck, why. Then I realised. I hadn't pissed since about 10am. I sustained myself on 7 short espresso for the day. No time to eat, no time to piss.

Life in the shitty of London.

Blah, Blah, Blah

Well, mon C is off on his travels again. Right now-at this very moment-he's in French Guiana (look closely-it's there on the east coast, next to Brasil).

But he almost didn't make it...he hadn't realised that he needed a yellow fever jab-but (being in France) they sent him to the spa to get a massage and some hot stones and eucalyptus oil, and the jab-before putting him on the plane.

On Sunday he's off to Martinique then Mustique... or vice versa. A 10-day whirl-wind. But it's NOT M&S Simply Twiggy. It's more Chanel.

So, I only have my Mac to speak to when I get home.

We bought some Ceramics in the City this weekend. Some holiday flights. Clothes-new underwear for me. I've become fed-up with aussieBum. They just rub my balls/sac crotch area. Truthfully, I find Gap briefs so much more comfortable. So I'm back to wearing them. Though I'm told boxers are back....

I was out last night with my celeb friend. It's a hoot because we pretend stuff-diffent each time, and so does he. Last night he told some admirers that I was big in America-so I had to (badly) fake US accent. In the end they asked for my autograph.

I've known him for so long. It's passe. Anyway, I'm going to watch Billie-I doubt she knows what semantics means.

Sunday, September 23, 2007

September Song-Part 3

So it came to Sunday, and all that was left was to cook and to do the housework.

Xfe went off to Spitalfield Market again with Zoe. So I sneaked the chance to do some laundry. I thought this looked rather cute-mon C's American Apparel pants between the Marimekko oven glove and the other thing.

just pants

A new corner shop opened a little down the road, in a recently built block. Xfe prefers it because they are polite. I like it because it has my favourite ever snack. I've loved it ever since I was little.

pickled onion

I went there to buy some wine (the 8 bags of pickled onion were a bonus, and bought just to make sure that they keep them stocked). Some nice Fleurie. And here is mon C giving me the eye as I pour myself another glass...


Our Oyster holders-the new red one was a treat from Spitalfields from mon C. The yellow one is forever Xfe-now mine, it will always remind me of him.

Wednesday, September 19, 2007

September Song-Part 2

It really does feel like Autumn. Even leaves are starting to fall...

Here, Z, our guest for the week, took a photo for Xfe. His French friends nickname him Toto.

Toto Old St

Then it was off to Spitalfields Market for shopping, and more food. Here we are enjoying delicious Indian buffet at Scarlet Dot.

Spitalfields Market

Then from Spitalfields it was off to Camden Market-such a glorious day.

Camden Market

I really did enjoy lovely weather last week.

Monday, September 17, 2007

September Song-Part 1

Back at work, and its like I never had the break.

Still, it was so nice to be home with mon C. But I sense a holiday imbalance. Xfe-3 months, Me-1 week (and a few days here and there). Well, Xfe is French, and they don't work in August-and he had the chance to "faire le pont"-that is make the bridge. In the traditional French way, he made the bridge between the month before and the month after...

Last Sunday we had a delicious lunch in Carluccio's in Islington. Usually I have the pasta con funghi, or as in this case the penne giardiniera.


Of course, we always have the delicious home made focaccia. So delicious, and so much better than the savoury bread tin.

More Carluccio

Served by our favourite waiter Massimo.

our favourite waiter

Notice too the charming ladies. They were very posh. The Islington version of Carluccio's is full of pregnant or newly made parents and rather handsome actors.

Last time I was there we had the grace of former secretary-general of NATO, Baron Robertson of Port Ellen (also known as former can-you-ever-take-me-seriously Defence Secretary of the UK and comedy MP, George Robertson-the one with the thpeech impediment).

Sunday, September 16, 2007

Household Helpers

Brought to you by mon C.

You know, I don't know how I managed before. I'm not allowed to do the washing (clothes) on account of not being able to do it properly-something to do with the mix of clothes I load. He prefers to do the cleaning (he is more thorough and efficient than I, apparently). He finds ironing relaxing (he used to find doing the dishes therapeutic, but not so anymore now he uses a dishwasher). Yes, he cooks too.

Anyway, this morning by way of offering to help I asked whether I should bin the coffee grounds. I had noticed that from time to time he put them in with the plants outside. I was expecting to do the same thing, only to be told that they now go down the sink-a natural way to degrease and deodorise.

For more fun things to do with your coffee grounds, you know where to click...

Saturday, September 15, 2007

The Mother Who Cried Dingo

Lindy Chamberlain was at the center of one of Australia's most publicised murder trials, in which she was convicted of killing her baby daughter, Azaria.

When Azaria was two months old, Michael and Lindy Chamberlain took their three children on a camping trip to Ayers Rock, also known as Uluru, arriving on August 16, 1980. On the night of August 17, Chamberlain reported that the child had been taken from her tent by a dingo. A massive search was organised, but Azaria's body was never found.

Although the initial coronial inquiry supported Chamberlain's account of Azaria's disappearance, Chamberlain was later prosecuted for the murder of her child on the basis of the finding of the baby's jumpsuit and of what appeared to be blood found in the Chamberlains' car. She was convicted of murder on October 29, 1982 and sentenced to life imprisonment.

New evidence emerged in February 1986 when a remaining item of Azaria's clothing was found. On the basis of earlier blood testing being inconsistent, bringing forth a potential reasonable doubt. Her conviction was overturned in September, 1988.

The Curious Case of the Cuddle Cat

1 From the NSPCC:

There is no UK law stating the age at which a child can be left at home alone. However, parents can be prosecuted for wilful neglect if they leave a child alone or unsupervised "in a manner likely to cause unnecessary suffering or injury to health" (Children and Young Persons Act 1933).

Babies should never be left alone, even for a short time. If you notice that a baby or a child under the age of nine has been left on their own, contact the police on 999. They will go to the house to make sure that the child is safe from harm.

Before leaving an older child alone, parents must take into account the child's age and maturity, their ability to cope in an emergency and how they feel about being left alone. Most children under the age of 13 are not mature enough to cope in an emergency and should not be left alone for more than a short time.

We recommend that children under the age of 16 should not be left alone overnight.

2 A Twin+1 Dilema

You decide to leave your 4 year-old daughter and her two younger siblings in a rented apartment whilst on holiday abroad, in an unfamiliar setting. This allows you to go enjoy yourself dining in a nearby tapas bar with friends. On checking all remains well with the children, you discover the 4 year-old is missing. Is your immediate reaction:

-she has woken up and, alarmed to find herself alone disoriented by the unfamiliar setting, has wandered off to find her missing parents; OR

-to rush back to the bar declaring your daughter kidnapped, that "they" have taken her, leaving your two other, younger, children alone at risk in the same apartment?

3 What a difference a few days make. Especially when named official suspects.

The McCanns’ spokeswoman confirmed their last-minute decision to fly home today in a statement just after midnight.

She said: “Kate and Gerry will be returning home to the UK this morning as originally planned. They will depart from Faro Airport."

Before: "Kate McCann has insisted her family will not leave without Madeleine." From Sky News.

After: "The McCanns, awakening to their first day in Britain without Madeleine today, are "quite upbeat and quite buoyant" to be home, according to one family friend – their return giving them "a new confidence" that they will clear their names despite their status as arguidos (suspects) in the police investigation into Madeleine's disappearance." From The Independent.

4 Kate McCann's Madeleine diaries could fetch £1 million from publishers

Philomena McCann, Mr McCann's sister, said she had advised her sister-in-law to keep the journal to show Madeleine how much they loved her.

She told The Sun: "I said to Kate that it would be a good idea if someone wrote down, for Madeleine, notes on everything that was happening, because we have to prove to Madeleine how much we looked for her and how much we love her."


A Touch Of The Bleus

It has been an extremely relaxing week off work. Hanging out at home, doing the daily shop with mon C, watching TV. Some DIY. A newspaper every morning...Now that's a luxury.

So, what in the news has caught my eye? The Rugby World Cup, of course. More Madeleine and the continuing financial market crisis.

Feeling Slightly Bleu

France's month of supposed sporting glory has got off to a rather inauspicious start. Footballers declared a "catastrophe" after Scotland's "historic" 1-0 defeat of the Gaul at home. Only a few days before Les Bleus suffered another surprise defeat in the Rugby World Cup at the hands of the Argentinians.

French commentators may have marvelled at the fervour of Scottish football fans, wondering if the "human tide of rosy-cheeked men in kilts" was behind the Bleus' loss. But now they are looking for someone to blame - and who else should they be looking to than President Sarkozy.

Indeed Sarkozy's sporting image and his courting of rugby and football stars appeared to have left him vulnerable. France's president, who prides himself on televised jogging and cycling sessions, has restyled himself as a rugby fan and insisted government ministers attend matches in order to reap as much political gain from what most of France assumed would be a clear path to at least the semi-finals.

A row has developed over whether it was right to spur on players with the memory of a 17-year-old communist Resistance fighter killed by the Nazis. TV coverage of the French rugby dressing room before the France-Argentina match last week showed the team being read a letter written by the Resistance fighter Guy Môquet before his execution. The letter is a favourite of President Sarkozy, who had used it to mark his investiture as president, crying when he heard it and declaring it should be read to all French schoolchildren. The decision to read it to the rugby team was made by Bernard Laporte, who has accepted a job as junior sports minister in Mr Sarkozy's government as soon as the World Cup is over. But yesterday Clément Poitrenaud, the fullback who read the text, complained the dressing room footage made the team look like "cretins".*

My darling Mummy, my adored brother, my much loved Daddy, I am going to die! What I ask of you, especially you Mummy, is to be brave. I am, and I want to be, as brave as all those who have gone before me. Of course, I would have preferred to live. But what I wish with all my heart is that my death serves a purpose. I didn’t have time to embrace Jean. I embraced my two brothers Roger and Rino. As for my real brother, I cannot embrace him, alas! I hope all my clothes will be sent back to you. They might be of use to Serge, I trust he will be proud to wear them one day. To you, my Daddy to whom I have given many worries, as well as to my Mummy, I say goodbye for the last time. Know that I did my best to follow the path that you laid out for me. A last adieu to all my friends, to my brother whom I love very much. May he study hard to become a man later on. Seventeen and a half years, my life has been short, I have no regrets, if only that of leaving you all. I am going to die with Tintin, Michels. Mummy, what I ask you, what I want you to promise me, is to be brave and to overcome your sorrow. I cannot put any more. I am leaving you all, Mummy, Serge, Daddy, I embrace you with all my child’s heart. Be brave! Your Guy who loves you.
See the original French text here.

So, what's that got to do with rugby? Still, it's an excuse to post another picture of Clément, this time pictured with Frédéric Michalak

*thanks to Guardian Unlimited, whose report I've borrowed from heavily.


After their 36-0 defeat to South Africa, yesterday I'd better put one away for England, just in case they are out of the Rugby World Cup tournament by this time next week.

Here is David Strettle modelling the 2007/2008 kit. Still worth raising a cheer for.

If sports kit is your kind of thing...Tight fitting rugby apparel was introduced by Nike in 2003 to reduce the opportunity to be tackled via the shirt. Through Nike’s research, this season sees a further reduction in garment measurements that makes it even more difficult for an opponent to grab a player’s shirt. The significant reduction in the number of panels used to make the jersey also aids comfort.

Dri Fit Knit Fabric has been specially engineered to be stronger and more flexible than previous jerseys, while also wicking away sweat. The new shirt also features an extensively tested gripper print for players, on the torso, when they are carrying a wet ball and, on the shoulders, when locking into the scrum.

Along with the shirt, the shorts and socks have been developed to improve comfort and moisture management for the full 80 minutes of the game. For the shorts, Nike has used three fabrics; a woven ripstop as the main fabric (ideal for lifting in the line out), a knit fabric for ease of running and kicking and a chamois which helps to keep the players hands dry.

The sock is made up of a mix of lycra and nylon separated into three zones, with the footbed containing coolmax technology to keep the foot drier and cooler than ever before.

English international rugby union footballer Graham Rowntree, who wasn't asked to model the new England strip.

Friday, September 14, 2007

Shana Tova

Asaf Avnet. פורסם על ידי fruit ב- 21:53. תוויות: תמונות, תמונות בשחור לבן. הוספת תגובה. 0 תגובות:. פרסום חדש יותר רשומה ישנה יותר ...

To celebrate Rosh Hashana, here's Asaf Avnet.

Mon C has been known to work with him when in Tel Aviv.

Thursday, September 13, 2007

Live In My House, I'll Be Your Shelter

Last week I arrived at work in tears.

It started as I crossed the road just down from Ludgate Circus, halfway to Blackfriars Bridge.

A car rushed through the crossing. Too fast to respect the pedestrian has right of way rule (I passed my driving test without reading the highway code, but I'm sure that's right). He blew his horn as I stepped onto the island in the middle. In plenty of time. The f*cker should so have slowed down.

In that instant I thought-what if he hit me, what if he took me out? How would Xfe find out? How would he know? Would a policeman find his number on my mobile and call him? Would they uncover a blood stained business card, and happen to my office where they are told my next-of-kin is my civil partner (MY HUSBAND)? The call. My funeral. I'm sure he would sit in the front row as a member of my family. My will and our legal status makes it his decision. Yet, he'd defer to my family, of course, and they would have him no less than my family. My brother would ensure it, of course. And I'm now certain my mother would respect him and would have him join with them. Despite the fact she still cannot tell the rest of her family. As my family.

I'd safely made it across the other side of the road, and my thoughts turned to mon C. He tells me that he is convinced that he will live to a ripe old age. But what if he is wrong? What if he is taken away from me? In the most cruel, UNFAIR and untimely of manners?

His parents would want his body taken to France, to be with them-at their (his and their) home. Mon C-well, I don't think he'd want that as his last resting place. Still, I'd respect his family. His mother-she *had* him. Why ever wouldn't I? His life we would celebrate there. But I'd take him home, wherever that would be, as I have promised.

So, he has died before his time. Younger than the lifetime he saw ahead of himself. I'd stand up. I'd pay my tribute. It's my only purpose now. To affirm our life, our love. In my however bad French I stand up in front of the crowd. Some know me, others don't. I hardly care. It's for me and Christophe. There's only me and Xfe.

Un fois il m'a dit qu'il va vivre jusqu'a il est vieux

(roughly, and of course it's my uncorrected French: Once he told me he would live until he is old)

Il a raison, parce-que il *va* vivre dans mon coeur pour toujours, jus qu'il est vieux comme moi. Pour toujours. Comme il m'a dit, toujours

(In my ever deteriorating French, but enough to be understood: He's right, because he *is* going to live on - in my heart. Forever, until he is old. As he always told me.)

I was in front of my office, in the early morning glow, the low sun glittering golden over the Thames, and me in tears.

Oh lover. I'll cover you

Wednesday, September 12, 2007

Spend Yourself Richer

iPod touch:

US Online Apple Store

Revolutionary multi-touch interface
3.5-inch widescreen color display
Wi-Fi (802.11b/g)
Safari, YouTube, iTunes Wi-Fi Music Store
8mm thin
Ships: By September 28th
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UK Online Apple Store

Revolutionary multi-touch interface
3.5-inch color display
Wi-Fi (802.11b/g)
Safari, YouTube, iTunes Wi-Fi Music Store
8mm thin
Ready to ship: By September 28th
Free Shipping

That's a £69 saving ($140-almost the cost of the 8GB version). So, I shall order it on-line and send it to my friends in the US for me to collect when I'm over there.


Doctor Who : L'intégrale saison 2 - Coffret 4 DVD
DVD ~ Keith Boak
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(about £22)


Doctor Who - The Complete Series 2 Box Set
DVD ~ David Tennant
(57 customer reviews)
RRP: £69.99
Price: £49.98 & this item Delivered FREE in the UK with Super Saver Delivery

That's a saving of £27-and don't worry, the French box set is exactly the same as the UK version, with additional French language and subtitle options. But you can still watch the VO (version original).

So, purchasing these two items outside the UK I've saved myself a stunning £96. So much for no more rip-off Britain!

The Curse Of The Werewolf

When the Bancroft Family arrive in Walpurgisdorf in 1922, little do they know the events that preceded their arrival 30 years ago. For the town holds a terrible secret; it is the home of werewolves!

The Bavarian village of Walpurgistorf harbours some dark and hilarious secrets. There have been some mysterious goings-on in Professor Steiner’s castle. Why will the superstitious villagers never “paws” to look at the moon? Why are some of the German women in the village looking more hairy than usual? And why on earth would an upper class British family choose to go there for a relaxing holiday?

We're going to see Ken Hill's tongue-in-jowls musical comedy at the Union Theatre later this week.

As for other lycanthropic postings, click that link. Ahoj.

(Had you forgotten Le château des Carpathes?)

Yay! New Old Who Toys

Character Options have announced the first in the new Classic Series range of figures. The first wave will include four single releases and two twin packs. There is currently not a release date. The list is still under negotiations and approvals, but Wave 1 is currently slated to include:

The Fourth Doctor in his Red velvet jacket from the story Revenge of the Cybermen. This figure will include two interchangeable heads - one with the hat, one without.

The Fifth Doctor with short hair as seen in the story Resurrection of the Daleks.

The Sixth Doctor in his patchwork frock coat with short hair as seen in Attack of the Cybermen.

A Sea Devil complete with string vest.

A Zygon with the Skarassen control device.

Voc Robots from The Robots of Death. This twin pack will include SV-7 (Super Voc) and D-84 (Dum Class).

Magnus Greel and Mr Sin from Talons of Weng Chiang will be the second twin pack.
Y'all know I collect the Dr Who Character Option figures. So this is exciting news. Clasic Who figures to add to my collection. Xfe is going to be so happy when he hears!

Tuesday, September 11, 2007

Allez Les Ecossais

Our next 2007 Rugby World cup hero also comes from Pool C. It's Scotland's Sean Lamont.

Sean got 2 tries in during Sunday's game against Portugal: Scotland 56-Portugal 10

...Lamont got his second try two minutes later when he shrugged off challenges from Diogo Mateus and Jose Pinto to score...

OK. So,take me to the hero.

Braveheart - Thick Skinned And A Wicked Tackle

SCOTLAND star Sean Lamont is trying to live down being adopted as a gay icon after baring all in a steamy calendar.

Hours before his stag night, the winger stripped off to pose for the 2007 Dieux du Stade - Gods of the Stadium - calender, a Christmas best-seller in France.

Lamont, the only foreigner invited to take part, last night admitted he had tried to keep his appearance on the calendar's January page quiet.

But the 25-year-old Northampton Saints star was found out when Scotland team-mate Nathan Hines, who plays in France, got his hands on a copy.

As he prepared for tomorrow's autumn Test clash with the Pacific Islanders at Murrayfield Lamont said: "It all happened after I got a call from an agent asking if I wanted to get involved.

"It was during the summer and I had no rugby commitments at the time, so I was game for a laugh and went over to Paris for the photoshoot.

"I did something similar when I was at university but this time it was definitely a bit more ropey. It only took a few hours and they flew me straight back to Edinburgh for my stag do later that night.

"I was very surprised at the shots they actually used - and one was a bit more shocking than the others. I was the only overseas player to be invited which I suppose is something.

"Maybe the fact I scored two tries against France in the Six Nations at Murrayfield last season had raised my profile over there. It was nice to get the invite but I don't know if I would do it again.

"I felt quite lucky that very few people over here had seen it.

"But then Nathan, who plays for Perpignan, brought a copy to Edinburgh and showed it to the rest of the Scotland squad."

Forever Hero-9/11

It's fitting not just to remember the victims, but also the heroes, who selflessly gave in the line of duty.

Meet New York Fireman, Scott D.

Superhero, or unfortunate angle?

For some recent thoughts on this subject see GayBanker.

Monday, September 10, 2007


I spent the afternoon being interviewed for a book project, by the Oxford Muse.

There is a common link that connects the participants (all of whom in this case also happen to be gay).

The Muse has so far published two such collections of people's experiences, 'Guide to an unknown City' (50 Portraits of Oxford people) and 'Guide to an unknown University' (50 portraits of members of Oxford University).

I spent a relaxed 2.5 hours in conversation. About my background, about my profession, about the society I keep-and how it relates to being gay (or how being gay relates to it). Imagine-a complete stranger comes to visit and I share some very personal and intimate experiences with them. But then, it's so much easier to speak to a stranger that I'll never see again.

The whole experience ended up being a little like analysis. You become introspective, revisiting and questioning past experiences and decisions. But short of having an epiphany!

At one point I was asked about fulfillment. I offered my view that whilst we become more fulfilled, we never quite become wholly fulfilled. You want something, and when you get it, well, some other want takes its place.

One day Bobby will find that relationship, but when he does he might want something else. Filling that hole only shifts the focus onto another less gaping one. You will find the perfect relationship-and then you might find yourself wanting (czech one or more):
  • a bigger house
  • a little dog
  • some perfect children
  • a flashier car
  • a larger salary
  • a promotion
Like Novice Connie said, "When God closes a door, he opens a window"...or something like that. You get the point. Contentment may never be complete. Maybe that's because it's a continuing, on-going process.

Take Howard. Six months into his relationship he is still discovering new challenges, be they knit 4, purl 1 or monsters in Brockley. A bigger flat, a rabbit-and a healthy hunger for cultural fulfillment.

Why should the journey grind to a halt? I think we strive for something because we *think* others find it, when really we're all in the same boat, more or less.

One thing I can't answer though-just how much closer to total fulfillment would having children take you? Not having any I'm not qualified to answer-but I do spend time thinking about it.


We've been listening lately to Mantaray, the new album from Siouxsie. Xfe is a big fan. Me a little less. So we have tickets for her Roundhouse show on bonfire night.

How much am I liking the Creature's Right Now?

Tous Les Dieux

It's the Rugby World Cup. In France, home of Les Dieux du Stade.

Click on the pic below to czechOUT some Les Dieux du Stade 2008 Calender (Dieux du Stade Calendrier 2008) preview pics. There's a bit of a ball-and-chain theme going on.

So, what better way to feel part of it than celebrating the masculinity of the modern-day metrosexual rugger bugger.

There are 4 pools, each with 5 teams taking part:

Pool A
England, South Africa, Samoa, USA, Tonga
Pool B
Australia, Wales, Fiji, Canada, Japan
Pool C
New Zealand, Scotland, Italy, Romania, Portugal
Pool D
France, Ireland, Argentina, Georgia, Namibia

Complex Rules?

Who cares. Let's just see those pics...

So, shall we dip a toe into one of these pools at random, and see how wet we can get?

And what better start than with Group C rugby legends (not Scotland)-New Zealand's All Blacks.

Meet Dan Carter

Kiwi Rugby player Daniel Carter is the guy fronting Jockey's new Performance line, briefs designed for jocks.

Born in 1982 in Leeston, New Zealand, Carter has become a superstar of the rugby world. Now 25, he plays for New Zealand's All Blacks and is recognised as one of the best first fives in the world. In 2005 he was named IRB Player of the Year and New Zealand’s Player of the Year.

Too much info? Here he is...

Sunday, September 09, 2007

What New Who

Dan mentioned it first, on his blog right here. Hope he doesn't mind me using it (and his nice artwork-where does he get the time?)

'After months of media speculation, the BBC can confirm that the BAFTA award-winning Doctor Who will return for a fifth series in Spring 2010. Viewers are in for a treat this Christmas, as a special episode starring David Tennant and Kylie Minogue will be broadcast on BBC One in December 2007. Series Four, which went into production in July 2007, will hit UK screens in Spring 2008, followed by a special episode for Christmas 2008. In 2009 Doctor Who will return with three specials starring David Tennant , with Head Writer, Russell T Davies. The full-length fifth series will transmit in 2010.

Jane Tranter, Controller, BBC Fiction, says: "Doctor Who is one of the BBC's best loved and most successful dramas. Its journey over the past three series has been one of the most ambitious and exciting that we have had, and I'm delighted to be able to confirm not only three exciting specials for 2009, but a fifth series in 2010." Menna Richards, Controller, BBC Wales, says: "The success of Doctor Who is a fantastic tribute to the dedication and expertise of the production team at BBC Wales who have worked on the project from the outset. This announcement is marvellous news for all involved, and more importantly for the programme's amazing fan base and audience. BBC Wales is looking forward to producing the fifth series." Following the critically acclaimed season three finale , the BBC has announced that Catherine Tate is set to return to the TARDIS for the complete 13-week run of series four, reprising her role as Donna from the 2006 Christmas special. Freema Agyeman, who won praise for her portrayal of Martha Jones in series three, is also set to return mid series four. '
Mind you, there was one piece of news that I knew well before. I bumped into Annette Badland quite some time ago.

She was next to me in the audience at the theatre for Sunday in the Park With George. I asked her if there was a likelihood of returning. She said she couldn't reveal anything, but there were discussions going on for a season 3 or similar return.

Now it seems those super-cute but vicious Slitheen are going to make a return, in the Sarah Jane Adventures. Yip-ay-aye.

Slitheen. Super-cute, or what?

(well, a Dr Who posting has been some time coming). Ahoj.


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