Saturday

Party time

My heads throbbing and my bodys shaking- was such a good night.

Miss E and I painted the town pink and black last night. I love going out with her, we are the perfect blagging couple - no drink too expensive to be free, no que to long to jump etc etc. We went to ministry of sound minibar (my first time).

"Minibar -Harrogate, takes you through a hedonistic journey of opulence, comfort and style."

For a bar it was impressive, for a club dissapointing , although we didnt pay or que (as if I would) so I shouldnt really complain. I for one have been spoiled on the clubbing front, but I think the uncultured harrogate wankers will be impressed by the place. Some randomer (who i never saw) bought me a bottle of champers. Look, if your gonna buy me a drink atleast have the fucking manners to say hi to me. Ill call him (or her) the one who got away. The best feature of the bar is the thrones. Me and Miss E looked like Posh and Bex sitting there drinking our cheap champagne (vueve cliqot). Why is there never a photographer arround when you need one. They also sell dunhill cigarettes. Such a good idea to combine fashion with cancer.
Anyway after 2 hours of dancing Miss E, myself and the DJ went for dinner (at 4am). I fell in love with the DJ, whos name I wont shame, any way we all ended up back at mine and I fell asleep. What a fucking idiot, i have a totally hot, (potentially) gay superstar DJ in my bedroom and I fall asleep. When I woke he had gone (never to be seen again).

Posted by Edd at 27.5.06

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Wednesday

Broke

Whilst queing to pay in M&S food hall this obese woman behind my started salvating over my food. She then picked up MY belgian chocolate mouse and barked in a mocking way "you shouldnt have this, it'll make you fat" I couldnt beleive her cheek so I snapped back "you should know bitch". Her face was priceles, I wanted to burst out laughing but I kept up the act, dramatically looked her up and down then turned away.

Im officially broke. I only went into town for some coffee, but I was lured into Hoopers, Porters and RV2. I ended up with a few funky polo shirts and an amazing pair of blue/silver deisel sunnys (£90). Im seriously considering ringing the family solicitor to ask him to apply to the courts for a voulantary ASBO, banning me from the Victoria Quater in leeds and all the designer shops in Harrogate.

Posted by Edd at 24.5.06

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Homophia

I just found this post on this cool blog and I had to post HIS ;~) comments

"Whether or not being gay is nature or nuture, there's no right or wrong in being gay. Which ultimately means that there's no reason to hate them. Its like being a black-basher, jew-basher, women's rights-basher, NS-basher, PAP-basher, just in different time eras. One day, our children will read in the textbooks on how gays used to be a 'minority' and the subject of ridicule and they will go something like, 'How narrow-minded these people were back then!' "

Posted by Edd at 24.5.06

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Change

Firstly I have fallen in love. His name is James Morrison. I watched Later with Jools holland last night and he sang a song called "Better Man" Its a beautifully somber song, full of heartache, passion, and love. Its available to download (illegally) on bearshare.

"Our truest life is when we are in our dreams awake". Right now Im in a deep sleep, im not
dreaming and Im not sure Ill ever wake up. Everything is so safe, predictable, organised, so fucking mundane.

I wake, work, eat, drink, write, sleep, repeat.

What I need is a bit of spice. I need to emerse my self in another cutlure, feel the anominity of an exotic city, feel the sun on my face. I need chance encounters, late nights drinking and dancing. I need to laugh with strangers. I need sex under the stars.

Photo 1- African Sunset taken off the coast of Senegal, Africa

Posted by Edd at 24.5.06

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Tuesday

A Fat lot of use

The familys very own English Rosario finally dragged herself out of bed today and showed up for a couple of hours "work". I dont know why she bothered. I didnt see her do any actual work. I think the only reason we employ her is so that my parents can say they have "help".

Personally, I think we pay her £15/hour just to smoke cigaretts and drink (steal) my speacially imported colombian coffee. The fucking bitch. To be honest Its worth the money to just see her huffing
and moaning whilst she drags hers fat ass behind the dyson (which I have never seen her empty, therefore never fill, therfore she must never actually hoover).

Now all I need is my own personal Beverley Lesley. Offers welcome by email.x

Posted by Edd at 23.5.06

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Sunday

Poker, texts & detox

I have spend the past week either asleep, drugged, drunk or disordeley. I feel like Miss M after a week with Mr D. With each morning came an increasingly severe hangover. I have survived the past week on not much more than uber expensive white wine, coffee, cigaretts and countless codine tablets to counter the effects.

I hit the heady hights of the poker tables last night, and I fucking rocked. In just under 2 hours I notched up $700 profit (gbp 400). Making money from something I love makes me soo fucking happy. I also take great pleasure in the fact that I am taking full advantage of and exploiting drunken str8 American men. Its like being a hooker but without having sex.

I usually play 1/2$ limit games, but last night i went upto 5/10$ and 10/20$ and it payed off big time. Im going to put my poker system to the test again later in the week and Ill let you know the results.

If I could play like that every night I would make (5days per week) £104K tax free per year. Fuck me! . With that kind of money I could finally ditch the dreams.

After the debauchery of the past week Ive put myself on a crash 2 day extreme detox.

Posted by Edd at 21.5.06

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Wednesday

40% Male

Please show me you love me and help me make this site a better place. Im now taking donations any ammounts would be greatly appreciated, ask me nicely enough and ill show you how much, if you can afford it give freely, remember what goes arround comes arround. xx
more fun and frolicks tomorrow.

Posted by Edd at 17.5.06

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Tuesday

Camilla Gay "Scandal"

So Camilla dearest takes it up the shitter.,and according to "The Examiner" that makes her gay. No mention of lady loving, muff diving, not even of flanell in her wardrobe, she hasnt even shaved her head and joined the Hells angels. I despise the way the media exploits sterotypes and especially the way it brandishes the G word, using it to imply something derogatory (some of my worst memories revolve arround that word being vhenomly used towards me as if it was something for which I should be ashamed - time has tought me not to listen, but at the time it engrained deeply into my inner thoughts and it really hurt)

Who really cares if Miss C likes Mr C to park his limo in her dark love tunnell. To be honest I couldnt care less if he was shafting her with the princes watching whilst the queen herself taped the whole dam thing (although if that did happen I for one would definatley download it.....to see how the other half live).
PS. Photo stolen from my favourite third world fag bryan boy. Baboosh!

Posted by Edd at 16.5.06

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Monday

Gay harrogate


Harrogate my home town is soo stereotypically gay. Once you leave the highstreet (dreadfully cheap chain stores) you are surrounded by expensive boutiques, hairdressers, £350k+ appartments, and designer delhi's. Its a town where shit loads of money is the norm, everyone (in my circle) is loaded and everyone lives for the weekend, and spends like its thier last. Matterial possesions rule the roost, its the only place in the north I can think of where every other car is a porsche or rangerover, 10 year old girls have £500 designed bags and every woman over the age of 30 is considering having, if not had surgery. And everyone hollidays atleast twice a year (thrice for my self) usually to their holliday home. If harrogate is this gay, why is it soo fucking hard to meet a man.???? I have decided that harrogate is land of the faghag.

Posted by Edd at 15.5.06

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Sunday

Lonely












I feel soo fucking alone.

My parents have pissed off to Cuba for a few weeks. You see theyve been having a sort of mid(dleclass) life crisis, and felt the need to visit a thrid world country, after many suggestios from myself (mostly inner african countries) they decided on Cuba. Purely for the reason that theres a highly reccomended 5 star hotel. Fucking hypocrites. Fisrt class flights to a "third world" 5 star resort complete with their own personal concierge and driver, along with a complimentary 30 minute "sight seeing tour" of the slums. It is in my opinion a far cry from a journey of discovery to find one's inner self.

Well they've been gone for two days and the house is so dam quiet. To make matters worse I seem to have slipped of the social radar. After several failed attempts to make plans for Friday night I decided to wait for one of my numerouse phone lines to ring. 2 days later and im still fucking waiting. Bastards, my "firends" are all bastards.

The only words to have left my mouth in the past 2 days are "Large Latte with 2 extra shots please"(cafe nero) and "please can you show me where the smoked salmon is" (M&S food hall) "can I have £100 cash back please" (M&S again) If Id of known I had contracted the social plague I could have even saved my self the cashback sentence, ive still have the dam money burning a hole in my pocket.

Fuck them all !

With a bit of luck my parents will come back with a poor person as a souveneer who can keep me company. Hopefull he'll resemble Gael Garcia Bernal, speak no english and have a thing for english men.

Posted by Edd at 14.5.06

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Saturday

A philosophy for life:

A philosophy for life:

As we grow up, we learn that even the one person that wasn`t supposed to ever let you down probably will. You will have your heart broken probably more than once and it`s harder every time. You`ll break hearts too, so remember how it felt when yours was broken. You`ll fight with your best friend. You`ll blame a new love for things an old one did. You`ll cry because time is passing too fast, and you`ll eventually lose someone you love. So take too many pictures, laugh too much, and love like you`ve never been hurt because every sixty seconds you spend upset is a minute of happiness you`ll never get back

Posted by Edd at 13.5.06

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Wednesday

Crack Whore


Based upon absolutley nothing Ive decided that Crack Whore Coture (CWC) is the next big thing.
For those of you out of my ever changing and evolving loop - the bitch on the left is most definatly not CWC, shes just plain old CW (PS I think she may have stolen one of Rod Stewarts wigs, ill email his people later, scrap that I doubt he'll want it back)


Kate Moss is the founder and CEO of CWC, and
she reminds me of myself and my friends, beacuse though we can look the part in our "feed a third world family for a year" outfits, at the end of the day all we want is lashing of our poison of choice, and to get fucked up.

They say a lepoard cant change its spots, thats true, but in this day and age socitey doesnt need you to as long as you cover them in gucci.


Gucci hides a multitude of sins, Burbery however highltites them.

Posted by Edd at 10.5.06

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Tuesday

Pink pound

Hey guys and gals, its nearly half way through the week, which means my saturday hangover is getting much closer.
I feel its my duty to inform you that you can get some free cash.
Go to http://www.partypoker.com , register and enter promo code
" BONUSWHORE " and theyll give you $25 dollars to spunk at the tables.

Ive already spent mine (won my first game, doubled up and lost the second, will I ever learn (NO), my greed often surpasses my expectations.

Posted by Edd at 9.5.06

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Sunday

I........

wear channel egoiste aftershave
hate the badly dressed
love muscles
eat less than I should
drink far too much
shop to fill the voids in my life
never look at price tags
wish for a man to love me
think about missed opportunities
dream of sun and sex
read horror books
have 20 pairs of shoes
glamorise drugs
cried when my cat died
idolise Miss Hilton
worship no one
buy happiness
spend a fortune
play with myself
see the best in others and worst in myself
judge people I don’t know
miss being held
want a channel watch
lust after strangers
lost my virginity at 15
sail as often as I can
blog to pass the time
aspire to be filthy rich
dont drive im driven
diminish responsibility
play poker too often
shop therefore i am
name and shame
despise George Bush
subscribe to QG fashion
have selective morals
regret very little
don't look good on the dancefloor

Posted by Edd at 7.5.06

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Ipod

As everyone is more than aware I have lost my sexy ipod.

I have however found my latest must/will have. The new Gucci ipod case, for the ipod I dont yet have, priced at $200.

Posted by Edd at 7.5.06

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Lush

Guess what's coming next. Yup you guessed right, im hungover yet again. I really need to stop having these 2 day benders, my body is screaming for me to chill without the pill

FACT : I am a spoilt lush.

Mr T rang me again last night and I hung up on him, so he texed me, ah how sweet. Look I know Im something else, but get over me already, find your self a lesser man and move on with your life, these texts and calls are frankly an embarrassment.

The holiday season is drawing closer, and ive realized my luggage is so fucking yesterday. Ive got my eye on a little Gucci number on ebay, if I don't win that im gonna have to be all Nevaux riche chav and stick with the fake looking Vuitton.

I hate the way chavs can take a thing of beauty (LV) luxury and extravagance and turn it into a fashion no no. Think burbery check and Vuitton luggage.

I still miss my Ipod, please some one donate atleast $200 to my paypal account in return for sexual favours> I need an ipod, ill whore my self out if need be, but I need a fucking ipod.

Posted by Edd at 7.5.06

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Monday

Lost

I forgot to mention yeaterday that my drunken stupor on Friday resulted in me loosing my beloved Ipod nano, my best and most loyal friend for the past however many months.

It has been only 2 days and I feel soo alone, like ive lost a limb or child. Where before I could engulf my self in music and shut out the world, I now have to endure the talk of the common people, and my god is it fucking inane. I now know why people communicate less and less, its beacuse they have nothing of any fucking interest to say. The "smart" ones have learnt to just keep their mouths closed. The bus journey today was 10 minutes of tiresome hell, and all i wanted was to mute all the droning mother fuckers on the bus. The worst thing is my new ipod will have to wait, (no money) until the end of may. I have made a non negotionable descision to be driven everywhere by taxi.

Posted by Edd at 1.5.06

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