MAN ABOUT TOWN

This pic is a promo image for the final two-parter for the current season four of Doctor Who . Fanboy heaven or what?

On Sunday night I was imersed, amazed and blown away by the MQFF closing night film, XXY , an haunting, magnificent Argentinian intersex feature that said so much by saying so little. Tonight I saw one of my favourite bands in the world, Múm , from Iceland, in the company of my very dear friend Lisa, who joined me at the last minute for what proved to be a rapturous, transcendent experience. And last week I saw an awesome precursor to Comedy@Trades , personified by The Boy With Tape On His Face . Details on all shortly. But for now, I am happy. So very, very happy. I expect to have pleasant dreams tonight. I wish them for you, also, whoever and wherever you are.

After a rather madcap couple of weeks, I am delighted to report that I face a weekend of lolling around decadently. The next two days should entail little save socialising with friends, attending a couple of parties, catching a play, doing my laundry, and possibly placing a man-trap on the street in order to snare myself an eligble bachelor. Actually, now I consider it, the latter sounds far too demanding. Instead I shall limit myself to gazing out the window and loooking A) mysterious, B) handsome, and C) available but not desperate. Concerns about work are henceforth relegated to my subconcious for the next 48 hours, where they are politely requested to manifest in colourful and unusual dreams rather than tediously literal dreams about deadlines, angry designers and co-workers in paroxysms of hysteria. There may or may not be live rock and/or roll. The sin of Onan may be practised, if I can be bothered. Right now, it's time to heat some more sake... I wonder if the Japanese Bath ...