MAN ABOUT TOWN

Courtesy of Evol Kween comes this rather fun meme, which struck me as an excellent way to waste 10 minutes at work on a Wednesday. Here's what you do. A) Grab your iPod. B) Set it to shuffle. C) Use the names of the songs that come up in order to answer the following questions. Easy huh? Here we go... 1. What does next year have in store for me? ‘The Wobbly Mammoth’ 2. What’s my love life like? ‘So Many Ways ’ 3. What do I say when life gets hard? ‘Headcleaner’ 4. What do I think of on waking up? ‘Cane and Rice’ 5. What song will I dance to at my wedding? ‘Mary Jo’ 6. What do I want as a career? ‘Whistle Down the Wind’ 7. My favorite saying? ‘Everybody’s Song’ 8. Favorite place? ‘Where the World Begins and Ends ' 9. What do I think of my parents? ‘ Redford (For Yia-Yia and Pappou)’ 10. What’s my porn star name? ‘Moonlight’ 11. Where would I go on a first date? ‘Over’ 12. Drug of choice? ‘Mesmerism’ 13. Describe myself: ‘Je ne veux pas quitter’ ...

OK, so I've been tagged by Gempires with this saucy little meme, which means it's time to cast my mind back through the dry and dusty months of late to more fertile days of yore, when I actually had a sex life. You're welcome to post it on your blogs. You must call it the Smut Meme, you must link to me in the beginning paragraph, and you must tag two people, and link to them as well. Oh, and you must post this little blurb of instructions at the beginning, as has been done here. Which reminds me. If you've come here for the first time in search of arts criticism and theatre reviews? This may not be the best post for you... As for the rest of you, oh brave readers? Onwards! 1. Chocolate or Whipped Cream? To be honest, neither have a place in my menu of carnal activities, though I'm quite fond of slurping alcohol out of a man's belly button or from between his pectorals, or swapped in a kiss, it should be said. And of course, a mouthful of champagne adds pleasure...

I've been tagged by the lovely alicia sometimes with a new meme, which requires me to tell you eight random things about myself, then tag 8 other bloggers. Accordingly: A self portrait of Vincent Van Gogh painted in 1887, in the form of a postcard I purchased at the Van Gogh Museum in Amsterdam, is peering down at me from the top of my clutered desk. When I saw the original, I had just smoked my first joint in over a year, and while gazing into the painter's intense eyes, became quite convinced that, like Vincent, I would end up going mad. Not suprisingly, I almost never smoke pot any more. My flatmate, who no longer maintains his blog, is working in the loungeroom and watching/listening to a live gig by Morrissey on DVD: we just heard 'First of the Gang to Die'. I'm currently reading a book by Mike Evans entitled The Beats: From Kerouac to Kesey, an Illustrated Journey through the Beat Generation , and enjoying some of the rare images it contains but getting frust...

It seems that d.u.p has tagged me with another meme. The theme this time is to detail eight things about me that you don't know. Given the tendancy I have to be so frank on this blog, I don't know if there's much left to put out, but I'll try... I was sexually abused by a baby sitter when I was 11 years old. At the time I found it tremendously exciting, as it allowed me to physically express my nascent attraction for the male body, but I no longer view the incident in such a positive light. When I was seven years old I became obsessed with Robin Hood, to the point where I wanted to only wear green, and I made a cardboard reproduction of his gravestone, which I stood at the head of my bed and slept under. Morbid, much? When suffering from bouts of depression, I lose all appetite, to the point where trying to swallow food makes me physically ill. Thankfully I haven't suffered a major bout of depression for seven years. My middle name is Leigh, after Vivian Leigh, who...