// February 2008

Did the Earth Move for You?

Apparently an Israeli MP has blamed tolerance of homosexuality for a spate of earthquakes in the Holy Land.

So, I set myself thinking: can sex between men be the cause of such turmoil? The conclusion is obvious: yes - but only if it’s done right.

That said, if it is true, I’m sure it’ll be very reassuring to the Christian right that there are currently no homosexuals to be found in many of the cities around the world such as, say, London and Los Angeles.

Massachusetts will doubtless be a bit worried that some moxen should try to move there, though. They haven’t had an earthquake in quite some time.

Posted on February 22, 2008 | Filed Under The World we Live In | 0 Comments 

How much?

Just finished re-organising my MP3 collection (tidying it up and consolidating it and so on) in part of a migration to iTunes. This is due, in part, to my purchase of an iPod Nano the other day.

Why did I buy the Nano? Well, for one thing I’ve had an unutterably shit few weeks (doubtless I shall reveal all at some other juncture when the dust has settled) so I needed a new toy. And for another I have decided to get myself a MacBook Pro, so I needed something compatible with it.

So… what has this consolidation and sorting out taught me? Well, for one thing it’s taught me that I have about fifteen gigabytes of MP3s in total.

Fifteen. Count ‘em. Fifteen.

It’s also just underlined that I am one of the campest men alive. Just a random sampling reveals 64 ABBA tracks, 138 Pet Shop Boys tracks and 49 PWL Remixes (that’s just the official PWL remixes, not the songs originated by Stock Aitken Waterman themselves).

Even the 105 episodes of I’m Sorry I’ll Read That Again - it’s far funnier than bloody Python - and the appearance of a few guitars in the odd unexpected place can’t normalise this curve.

Perhaps I should just hang it all and start wearing glitter on my cheeks.

Posted on February 20, 2008 | Filed Under My So-Called Life, Pop Music | 4 Comments 

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"Any writer, I suppose, feels that the world into which he was born is nothing less than a conspiracy against the cultivation of his talent."

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