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Blue Birthday Boy
Sep. 25th, 2010 08:51 pmI woke up yesterday at 7.30am. ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
wink_martindale made me scrambled eggs on toast and coffee for breakfast while I checked my e-mail. I left for work at 8.30 and traveled on a fairly empty District line until South Kensington, where I switched to the Circle line (is it just me or the Tube is emptier on Fridays?) I spent the whole day tying up urgent marketing stuff related to an upcoming festival we are promoting. The office was quiet and I managed to get a lot done, finally feeling more in control of my role after five days of feeling anxious about the festival. My new line manager has been good at reassuring me that we can only do our best and not worry about what's beyond our control.
When I got home, there were two gifts waiting for me: a copy of Tim Moore's Spanish Steps and the Oulipo Compendium. We shared some cod, chips and Coca-Cola from the local chippy while watching two queer films: Gay Sex in the 70s and Circuit. The first one is a documentary on how wild and excessive the gay scene was in the 70s - a carefree time that was short-lived and will never return. Did you know Bette Midler started her career singing in gay baths, wriggling her tits to gay men and throwing poppers to the crowds?! Or that saunas had dancefloors where gay men disco danced with only towels wrapped around their bodies? It's like another planet to me. The second film was a dreadful piece of porn acting without the porn, as Wink put it, about a horsey-looking gay cop that moves to L.A. and joins its gay party circuit. All the clichés wheeled out over laugh-out-loud lines. A great stoner movie actually.
Today, woke up at 5am to a frozen London. Played a bit of Nintendo then met a friend for breakfast in Stratford before heading to the community garden. Stratford is the new Hyde Park Corner: every few meters there's a God-bothering nutter screaming off their head or singing religious songs. The sunshine was great but as soon as you stepped into a shadow your blood cooled. Did some weeding then participated in a meeting about the future of the garden. Hopped on the tube and met up withloveinsuburbia and yaruar in a café by Islington Green. A couple of their friends joined us and they bought me a piece of cheese cake with a cappuccino before we browsed a nearby art store.
Hopped on the No. 277 back home and got comfortable on the couch as Wink prepared dinner. Now we are watching the X Factor and complaining about the lack of chocolate and popcorn in the house.
I'll never grow a moustache.
wink_martindale made me scrambled eggs on toast and coffee for breakfast while I checked my e-mail. I left for work at 8.30 and traveled on a fairly empty District line until South Kensington, where I switched to the Circle line (is it just me or the Tube is emptier on Fridays?) I spent the whole day tying up urgent marketing stuff related to an upcoming festival we are promoting. The office was quiet and I managed to get a lot done, finally feeling more in control of my role after five days of feeling anxious about the festival. My new line manager has been good at reassuring me that we can only do our best and not worry about what's beyond our control.When I got home, there were two gifts waiting for me: a copy of Tim Moore's Spanish Steps and the Oulipo Compendium. We shared some cod, chips and Coca-Cola from the local chippy while watching two queer films: Gay Sex in the 70s and Circuit. The first one is a documentary on how wild and excessive the gay scene was in the 70s - a carefree time that was short-lived and will never return. Did you know Bette Midler started her career singing in gay baths, wriggling her tits to gay men and throwing poppers to the crowds?! Or that saunas had dancefloors where gay men disco danced with only towels wrapped around their bodies? It's like another planet to me. The second film was a dreadful piece of porn acting without the porn, as Wink put it, about a horsey-looking gay cop that moves to L.A. and joins its gay party circuit. All the clichés wheeled out over laugh-out-loud lines. A great stoner movie actually.
Today, woke up at 5am to a frozen London. Played a bit of Nintendo then met a friend for breakfast in Stratford before heading to the community garden. Stratford is the new Hyde Park Corner: every few meters there's a God-bothering nutter screaming off their head or singing religious songs. The sunshine was great but as soon as you stepped into a shadow your blood cooled. Did some weeding then participated in a meeting about the future of the garden. Hopped on the tube and met up with
loveinsuburbia and yaruar in a café by Islington Green. A couple of their friends joined us and they bought me a piece of cheese cake with a cappuccino before we browsed a nearby art store. Hopped on the No. 277 back home and got comfortable on the couch as Wink prepared dinner. Now we are watching the X Factor and complaining about the lack of chocolate and popcorn in the house.
I'll never grow a moustache.
