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Today I am mostly listening to: Elis Regina – Roda (Taken from the Be Cool Soundtrack)

Now that I’ve been allowed onto the other team, and I’m having a go at batting for them, apparently I’m allowed to watch The L Word. I understand that it comes as part of your membership package (although I am still waiting for my full membership card & I haven’t seen the monthly magazine full of helpful handy tips yet...).


They're clearly fully paid-up members

I’ve never really been that bothered about watching it before, (especially as I don’t have the luxury of Sky or cable), but now I’ve been lent the DVD box set of the first season (that’s very American, isn’t it? We’d say first series) and I’m allowed to watch it.

Obviously, being a new member, I’m lagging behind a bit (I think in the UK we’ve finished Season 2?), but bugger me it’s good. I was completely hooked after watching the extra long pilot episode! Not only are there lots of sexy women to ogle over, but there’s also a story to it as well! Honestly, it’s not all about gratuitous scenes of women kissing & getting it on.

On a certain dating website I’ve been known to frequent, Shane appears to be a clear favourite of many, but even though I felt so sorry for her in the last episode of the series, she’s not my favourite. My favourite has to be the lovely Dana (although don’t tell Truly Lovely G, she might get a bit jealous).

Today I'm lusting after Channel 4 showing The L Word

Today I am mostly listening to: Markus Nikolai - Bushes (Norman Cook Club Remix)

I’ve had a busy weekend this past weekend. To start off with I was going to a much looked forward to reunion of Wilma’s children (see this classic post for something of an explanation.), and I also decided to make a last minute trip to see Truly Lovely G. It’s a shame you don’t get Air Miles for all the miles I’ve driven recently, but then I suppose you’d have to call them Road Miles, and what rewards would you get for that? Cover 5,000 miles & you receive a 5% discount voucher at Aldi. Not that there’s anything wrong with Aldi of course...


Perhaps the extra mileage was starting to take its toll after all

So straight after work on Friday I made the long winding journey to Truly Lovely G’s. It was great to see her again, but bugger that journey was a real pain, especially on a Friday in rush hour. I managed to calm myself down from all the road rage after a couple of hours, which meant it was finally time to meet the friends (who were apparently dieing to meet me). I’m not too sure why, but I’d been putting it off. I don’t know why, perhaps by meeting the friends it means it’s getting a bit serious.

After a quick introduction & a quick drink (alcoholic of course) we went off to another gay bar, where a rather interesting-looking transvestite invited us in. The friends seem to like me, which can only be a good sign. So all in all, it was a pretty successful night and worth sitting in all that traffic. So in my short career of being gay, that’s two gay bars I’ve been to now. And do you know what? I think I actually quite like them.

But anyway, onto Wilma’s reunion. Whilst being evacuated we’d all spoken about getting together again for some kind of a reunion, and we finally managed it last weekend. And what better place to hold a reunion than in a pub?! It was so good to see these people again, and even though conversation was a bit stilted at first, after a few quick rounds, the conversation started to flow like it used to back in those windy days of October 2005. I’m glad to say that people hadn’t really changed & the characters that kept us laughing through the difficult times were still there & making us laugh again.

During the hurricane we never really spoke about what scared us the most, I think we all wanted to be strong for each other, but sitting round a large table with an alcoholic drink in your hand, it was interesting to see that we were all quite open about it & we happened to be scared at exactly the same times; When the boards came down from the windows & when the looters were on the prowl. But despite the scary moments, there were a lot of funny moments as well, and I’m happy to say that those were what we mainly spoke & joked about.

And talking of my dear friend Wilma, I guess I really should continue the hurricane story.

Today I am mostly listening to: The Zutons – Why Won’t You Give Me Your Love

I'm not really known as a bossy person, but lately I’ve noticed that I’m definitely becoming bossier. I’m not quite sure if this is a good or a bad thing. With certain people I can definitely get away with being quite bossy, but with others they simply won’t stand for it. I don’t know where the bossiness has come from, but it’s definitely there in some form or other.

Take last Friday for example. On my second date with Truly Lovely G, we stopped off at the local takeaway after the lights were turned off in the pub (it was way after closing time after all). Truly Lovely G ordered a cheeseburger with ketchup & mayo, which in my opinion is just wrong, but there you go. She was politely told that they’d run out of burgers & would she like something else instead (how can a takeaway run out of burgers on a Friday night?!). I ordered a chicken burger & mayo, which, in my opinion, is a much better use of mayo. After at least 10 seconds of Truly Lovely G not making her mind up, I took control & demanded another chicken burger & mayo (definitely no ketchup). Despite the amount of alcohol consumed, she looked quite stunned at my demanding tone. I myself wondered where it had come from.



But now that I think about it, perhaps I can just get away with being bossy with Truly Lovely G. This morning for example, I knew she had a hangover & when I spoke to her on the phone, I took control once again. "Right" I instructed "Go to the toilet, feed the cats, drink some water, have some breakfast & have a shower". I think I heard her murmur "Why are you being so bossy?" as I put the phone down. But I’m probably mistaken.

But before you start thinking I’m changing my ways & becoming a right bossy little madam, my bossiness is nothing compared to what I’ve experienced in Truly Lovely G's bedroom... *walks away coyly smiling to self*

Today I am mostly listening to: Alicia Keys – If I Was Your Woman/Walk On By

Well, things didn’t quite work out as expected. The big date on 18 February didn’t happen just as I feared (I told you I was psychotic, oops psychic) and I really started to wonder whether I would actually get to meet Truly Lovely G. But as you may have noticed, I’m not in floods of tears and there’s no wailing, flailing or gnashing of teeth.

I’m more than happy to announce that the date did happen. It was a bit later than originally planned, but it did happen. And it actually went pretty well, thanks for asking. In fact, it went so well that we’re having another date this weekend.

After what seemed like too many months of chatting on the phone & MSN, I have to say that it actually felt quite strange to finally meet Truly Lovely G. It was like I knew this person, yet I was going through the palaver of meeting them for the first time. So in an effort to get over all the shyness & nervousness (mainly on my part, it has to be said), we retired to the local pub for calming drink (her suggestion). But perhaps I shouldn’t really use the word "calming"...

I’ve always been known as a quick drinker, and by the time Truly Lovely G had taken two sips of her drink, I’d as good as finished mine, which was perhaps a bit of a bad omen for things to come (bearing in mind that I hadn’t eaten since lunch time & it was now 10:30 pm). But despite my penchant for getting too drunk too quickly (I always said I was a cheap date), our conversation soon warmed up and we ended up chatting like we usually did on the phone. All was going well.

We made it to the end of the night, or at least to when the landlady decided she’d had enough of serving us drinks, and we left the pub to make the short stagger back to Truly Lovely G's bachelorette pad. No sooner had I made my way out of the confusing two-door-nasty-step configuration, (also known as the front entrance to the pub) than I ended up flat on my back in the middle of the road. I can’t have taken more than 5 steps on the perfectly flat, non-hazardous pavement when I some how managed to fall over absolutely nothing & completely embarrass myself in front of some one I was obviously trying to impress.


If it had been as rough as this, I could understand the trip...

I was actually quite happy lying on my back in the middle of the road, and if I’m honest, I could quite easily have stayed there for a while (or at least until the road stopped moving beneath me). But in an effort to deny that it had actually happened, I eagerly jumped up & declared that I was absolutely fine and not in any pain what-so-ever. No siree. A few short steps down the road & it became apparent that actually, I was in a bit of pain, and after closer inspection I’d managed to cut my knee, but mysteriously, I hadn’t ripped my jeans.

So that was my stunning introduction.

I’m happy to report that things drastically improved after that and some how my unscheduled trip didn’t appear to put Truly Lovely G off at all. Saturday arrived and we pretty much spent the entire day in bed. We drank tea & champagne, ate pizza & watched the rugby (even though England lost, could this have been my ideal day?!) before creeping out of the house at 10:00pm to wander to the local gay bar (my first experience – and despite my initial misgivings, it wasn’t actually that scary – but that’s another story completely).

So as you can see, it was a pretty successful date and we’ve made plans to do it all again this weekend! Shame England aren’t playing...