Tuesday
Realisation
I watched "Eating out" last night for the second time. I was going to write a post, but then I remembered I already had, back in January (your watching ground-hog blog). So at the risk of sounding like a broken record I though id share.Sorry to anyone who's already read it, but Im really short of time with exams coming up next week, but after that it will be back to usual programming and no fucking repeats
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Ive been longing to put fingers to plastic.
Having watched "Eating Out" (check google it ain't no porno) I needed to vent some hot air. Its trashy, shiny, glossy with little depth and poor humour with a fitted as standard Hollywood happy ending. Watch it only for the eye candy. One thing though, I can associate with the character "Kyle" except in the film which is my life I don't get the guy, or the Hollywood ending.
If any one reads my blog I do apologize (and not just for the spelling and poor use of language). This is my therapy. I used to play music, then paint, now I blog. Not quite as productive, I agree, but just as soothing to the soul.
Ok now for the bitterness. Feel good films like the one above, make me feel like fucking shit. They seem to have a way of altering my perception. Almost bending the light around my positive aspects directly into my negative. What's frustrating for me is lack of control. I control almost every aspect of my life, making my own decision, success and failures. The one thing I crave, the one thing that's missing is the one thing I cant have.
The way economists predict the future is by analysing the past. In my past, the only times I have been truly happy, is when there's been a man in my life. Yet each time I'm either not wanted, or I throw it all away. Mr T (not from the Ateam) is a prime example he loved me- I could have loved him yet my fear of happiness made me end it. Its a circuit I need to break. So what does to say about my future?
About 3 Years ago or so, I wasn't the person typing here tonight. I smiled, even if I did cover my mouth (bad teeth as a child). My eyes had a twinkle, I was cheeky and positive. I had a great outlook with everything planned out. I was going to make shit loads of money-drive an SLK- meet the perfect man- move back to Spain and live happily ever after. Maybe I was naive. Ok the money will happen, I will have my SLK, and Ill probably live in Spain again, but at the ripe age of 21 I feel deflated almost empty. Things which used to excite me, don't. Thoughts that used to arouse -hope, don't. I feel my passion has run out of steam. A smile across a room could evoke happy thoughts, now it starts paranoia. Even my passion for all things fabulous has shrunk, no longer can a piece of Gucci fill me with such guilty, sinful pleasure.
Some say its SAD (seasonal affective disorder) I say what the fuck have I become. At present I feel like my whole life is ahead of me but there's no point. Maybe I peaked too early, I have done things others can only dream of, seen places most people will never see, experience things I never though existed and spent more than many will ever have. The only thing I've never had is some one to really share it all with. What makes it interesting is I have email,internet,fax,mobile phone, and 3 land phones. In my life I've never been more contactable, yet I've never felt more alone.
In a world of mass media and communication are we all losing touch?
I think my conclusion is that the more you have , the more you want, but the less you need.
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Posted by Edd at 28.11.06
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Saturday
Fabulous has been
Before before here is Mr Bryanboy's latest "Faggotry in Motion" Baboosh,Now, Before I start, I know it was only a matter of time, but I 'd like to inform you that I, Edd.d of Gaygate have finally succumbed and decided to start a fashion trend.
Some may say its because I'm a lazy mother fucker who hasn't bothered to do any laundry for 3 weeks , but I prefer to use the term "Refreshing Iconic influence in an otherwise dreary conformist world"
Fuck QG Mens Style (aka The Bible), for I have spoken. This seasons key trend is coloured, stripy, odd socks.
You heard it here first bitches.
Anyway back to me.......You know how I'm fabulous, right.
Well not any more (Babs I'm having my martyr moment). I've just had a stark realization, a moment of clarity through the otherwise hazy booze fuelled existence I call my life.... that's right, my life is fucking shit. Screw my last post about being thankful, blah, blah, blah, I'm turning my back on all the righteous bullshit that's been spurting out of my mouth of late. Its back to the usual programming. And when I say "usual" I mean of course, bitter, hate filled and sarcastic to the point of nausea, all whilst staying true to my roots as a dignified , vulgar, unjustifiably refined, classless snob.
There is something fundamentally wrong with my life. Don't worry I'm not about to start my usual rant about how I need a man to feel complete (fuck that shit), what I'm talking about is of a far more pressing nature.
Clubbing.
I'm 22 years of age and its Saturday night. If there were any justice in the world I would be out in my finery, painting the town in glorious shades of pink and black, spreading the Gucci gospel, fuelling Colombia's black market economy and partaking in the quintessential British sport, binge drinking.
Liver failure is very much IN this season.
One must remember that drinking, of the binge variety, is not so much of a lifestyle choice but more of a birth right for the youth of England.
(This is what I deserve to be doing)Instead I'm stuck if my god forsaken office, studying accountancy (with intermittent blogging). Its fucking obscene, my priority's are wrong on so many levels. Why am I working towards a future which may never materialize, I should be out living the night like its my last (lets face it I'm not getting any younger, I'm even considering a little botox). I think I need to review a few things here.
I'm off to pour my self a more than generous Stoli tonic. If I have to face my greatest fears (staying in alone on Saturday night) I'm going to do my damnedest to make sure I cant remember it.
I dedicate from the deepest depths of my heart the following song to clubbing.......
Later Bitches.xx
Posted by Edd at 25.11.06
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Thursday
Thanks Giving
I may not be of American descent, but lets be honest who is? I watch more than my fair share of American TV, I have American Blog buddys, Ive slept with a couple of Americans (not at the same time) and my love of Oreo cookies is borderline obscene. If that doesnt make me an honorary yank I don't know what does.
Ive decided to write a thanks giving post/list, so here goes.I'm thankful for :
an understanding brother, mother and father
good friends and better memories
the beauty in art and music
the two men in my life, Dolce and Gabbana.
the new Prada mens fragrance
high speed broadband
making it to the age of 22 without overdosing or liver failure
budget airlines and 5 star hotels
my parents, who have given me a life many would kill for.
gay marriage in Europe.
Topman and H&M for bringing fashion to the masses.
Donatella bloody Versace, for no particular reason
the opportunities I have had in my life
my fabulous credit rating
kindness of strangers
duty free Marlboro lights
big feet
Eddie & Pats
and of course Stoli Bolli
for fabulous nights at club Federation
I give thanks to facebook.com (if you a member there add me as your friend) because without it I wouldn't have found this pic, and you know what I dont look half bad.
Finally I thanks Datarock for "Fa Fa Fa"Happy Thanks Giving Bitches.
Posted by Edd at 23.11.06
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Gay Marriage and Gay Disco
REPOST from Miss C's Note10 Reasons Why Gay Marriage is Wrong
01) Being gay is not natural. Real Americans always reject unnatural things like eyeglasses, polyester, and air conditioning.
02) Gay marriage will encourage people to be gay, in the same way that hanging around tall people will make you tall.
03) Legalizing gay marriage will open the door to all kinds of crazy behavior. People may even wish to marry their pets because a dog has legal standing and can sign a marriage contract.
04) Straight marriage has been around a long time and hasn't changed at all; women are still property, blacks still can't marry whites, and divorce is still illegal.
05) Straight marriage will be less meaningful if gay marriage were allowed; the sanctity of Britany Spears' 55-hour just-for-fun marriage would be destroyed.
06) Straight marriages are valid because they produce children. Gay couples, infertile couples, and old people shouldn't be allowed to marry because our orphanages aren't full yet, and the world needs more children.
07) Obviously gay parents will raise gay children, since straight parents only raise straight children.
08) Gay marriage is not supported by religion. In a theocracy like ours, the values of one religion are imposed on the entire country. That's why we have only one religion in America.
09) Children can never succeed without a male and a female role model at home. That's why we as a society expressly forbid single parents to raise children.
10) Gay marriage will change the foundation of society; we could never adapt to new social norms. Just like we haven't adapted to cars, the service-sector economy, or longer life spans.
Re-post this if you believe love makes a marriage.
Fucking love this song.
Drugs and rock 'n' roll, bad ass Vegas hoes,
Late-night booty calls and shiny disco balls.
Posted by Edd at 23.11.06
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Wednesday
Double Jeopardy PMS
The ending of this is brilliant.Posted by Edd at 22.11.06
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This ones for you Miss E, I didnt get you present (why is is men never think to buy presents for anyone other than them selves), but I can to the next best thing.... global embarrassment.Press play and watch the show below
Safe tavels, love and hugs.
XXX
Posted by Edd at 22.11.06
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Good bye my friend
Taliban Chic in Moko Lounge
Miss E, I am very jealous......
Galieo, Galieo , Galieo, Galieo, Figaro....Magnificoooooooooo
xxx
Posted by Edd at 22.11.06
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Monday
Back from the future
For any one who has loved me long time I appologise. I was thinking about my birthday earlier, its only 3 months away and I thought i'd see what I was writing arround that time.The following was written a week after my last brithday, and it still rings true to me. Its also Living proof that my blog didnt always used the depth of a puddle.
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Normally being single would make me clinically depressed (CD) but not any more. Today I decided that being single was a choice, not my choice, but still a choice. I've decided to take my self out of the game. I am choosing SINGLE. I have to conform to social preconceptions from the hours 9 until 5, why would I want to do so out of that time slot.
I realized today that although I've always wanted a man, I've never actually needed one( I can actually change a light bulb my self). Being part of a couple is something ingrained onto out minds from an early age, from our parents, the media, images of hollywoods golden couples, cartoons. I watched many a cartoon when I was young (still a huge fan of southpark. RIP) If you think about it its no wonder I'm gay and felt I needed a man, afterall pinkie had the brain,sharky had George, Bert had Ernie, beavis had buthead, and who could forget batman in fetish wear being unconditionally pursued by an adoring and ever eager robin, I could go on.
The fact is singles are feared, patronized and pitied. Why would someone choose to be single? I'm afraid being single for the majority of people was there second choice (of 2). I have no problem dealing with other people's misguided fears and pity, I've dealt with that all my adult life. What I do have a problem with is the law. Why should couples get tax breaks, financial backhanders from the government. The way I see it they've got two people to pay the bills, why should their tax bills be lower, if anything the single should pay the lowest rates of tax, they afterall have to pay for everything, they also consume nearly as much as a couple combined. They say its to encourage family's, but lets face it the traditional family is an endangered species. More and more couples are choosing pay over pampers. The main social group contributing to the cycle of life is the social under class, yester years working class hero's, themselves may of whom are hopeless granchildren of the late industrial age. One problem, marriage is not often top of the agenda. The single parent IS the new family. The reality is we live by outdated law which goventment lawyers and accountants cant be bothered to re write.
There are more single people now than ever before, a trend which will most definitely continue. How long do you think I will take people to stand up and take action. Forget gay pride, which has in the past changed societies perceptions of gay people for the better, but now alienates gay people further- ask your self how many gay guys do you know who walk down the highstreet wearing nothing but a pair of Manolo Blanhiks, briefs, a feather headrest and a sprinkle of pink glitter? exactly- yet this is the image the most strait folks have of us- also think pricilla Queen of the desert - when is the real gay film coming out about a single gay accountant called Mr Ed the corporate slave who instead of dressing like a woman and lipsinking to I will survive spends his free time watching TV (thats television) blogging and drinking too many pints of stella on a friday. Singles pride will soon be hitting the streets. Single people standing up proud and demanding fair treatment both personally and financially, equal rights and above all equality.
Posted by Edd at 20.11.06
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Pissed off Kitty
Call me sadistic, but i found this vid on Trunkguys blog and just had to post it. The funnyest thing since "OMG Shoes".I present to you "Angry Cat"
Posted by Edd at 20.11.06
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Sunday
Vive La Fete - Noir Desire
Finally, I have found the full version to one of my all time favourite songs.Miss F, dont say I never give you anything.x
Posted by Edd at 19.11.06
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Saturday
Ive been papped
So Ive been studying hard today in Leeds. Normally after a days study I feel a deep urge to treat myself, afterall Leeds is the home of Harvey Nicks.
Today however I resisted the urge. Serious shopping in Leeds is a delicate artform, one which must be carried out in the strictest of conditions........ You must be: - ruthless
- looking your absolute best,
- the definition of fabulous,
- armed with a wallet full of platinum,
- and Slightly drunk, preferably off Stoli Bolli
- being half cut off colombias finest is optional.
The Chanel J12, in black set with diamonds and Rubys its $30k+ of heaven (wheres a suggar daddy when I need one). Moving swiftly on, beacuse unless my parents die very young I will never be able to afford it. This monstrosity took my breath away, they sure know how to decorate for christmas (the time for giving to yourelf, and recieving from others)
Look at that fucking tree. Its like they let P.Diddly and Missy Elliot loose with a crate of Cristal and truck load of baubels. Actually, that would make a great TV show, ill pitch it to the board on Monday morning.
On a completley different note.It was bound to happen some time., Ive finally been papped.
Posted by Edd at 18.11.06
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Thursday
Viva Espana
I just found these two videos on youtube, there taken in my old town of "La Linea De La Concepcion" in Spain. Althoug I only lived there for 6 months I felt like I belonged there, I still think of it as my second home. These bring back soo many memorys. Its defiantley ignited my passion for living in Spain, now I cant fucking wait to move back.Posted by Edd at 16.11.06
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Baby its cold out side
Its fucking freezing here today. Its days like this when I think to my self "what the fuck am I doing here in the UK"
Ok so the photos look kina evil, but what ever I have a more pressing matter to attend.I ordered some Prada trowsers from ebay last week and they arrived today. I ordered my usual size, 32 wiast, 34 leg. The were supposed to be semi slacks, fitted but a little baggy, however when I put them on they scream skinny jeans. Infact these trowsers make skinny jeans look like baggys, theyre like a second skin....... I may have to have them surgically removed.....WTF.
Its official im morbidly obese.
Theres only one thing for it, Im gonna have to book an emergency appointment with plastic surgeon to discuss having some lunchtime lipo, or better still my stomach stapled.
Moving on from my obesity crisis, Im considering learning to drive. I just recieved the bill for my taxi account.... Its obscene, lets just say I cant afford to be chaufered any more. Infact I needent worry about my weight beacuse I cant afford to eat any more.
Finally, remember the guy I told you about. Well, my initial predictions proved to be true. Ill leave you with my favourite poem, It pretty much sums up the situation (unfortunatley).
Will I ever learn?
"After a while you learn the subtle difference between holding a hand and chaining a soul, and you learn
that love doesn`t mean leaning
and company doesn`t always mean security.
And you begin to learn that kisses aren`t contracts, presents aren`t promises, and
you begin to accept your defeats
with your head up and your eyes ahead
with the grace of a man, not the grief of a child
And you learn to build all your roads on today because tomorrow`s ground is too uncertain for plans, and futures have a way of falling down in mid-flight.
After a while you learn that even sunshine burns if you get too much, so you plant your own garden and decorate your own soul, instead of waiting for someone to bring you flowers.
And you learn that you really can endure, you really are strong, you really do have worth
And you learn
And you learn with every goodbye,
You learn..."
Posted by Edd at 16.11.06
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Wednesday
Last Night
Posted by Edd at 15.11.06
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Tuesday
What is your reason
I normally hate uplifting - my lifes soo amazing crap. But you know what, Ill put aside my usual opinions for this special vid.Take a look.
It really got my thinking about my life. I have no real reason to wake up in the morning. I guesss the reason I do wake, is the hope that one day I will have my reason.
Watch the vid. If your having the same thoughts as I am right now, then I hope our lives change soon, because life is too short.
x
Posted by Edd at 14.11.06
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Monday
Detox gaygate stylee
Detox (ish). Day 2.
Never one to follow in an others footsteps I thought to myself "To hell with Gillian Mckeith" the Detox bitch extrodinaire. Shes one of those annoying TV "Doctors" who are always right no matter what the circumstance. But youve gotta love her, shes the biggest bitch on TV (excluding Tanya Turner), and she'll more than happily tell women that their bum DOES look big in that dress.
Any way I figured I'd invent my very own detox diet.Im going to follow it religiously for a week and see what happens.
DR Edd McGaygate says:
Breakfast - Marlboro Lights (guilt free as therye made of leaves, therefore a vegetable/salad)
Green Tea
Banana
Mid Morning Snack -
Marlboro Lights
Green Tea
Lunch -
Cheesy Beans Jacket potato
Green Tea
Marlboro Lights
Afternoon Snack -
replace snickers with Banana or Apple
Green Tea
Marlboro Light
Dinner -
Smoked salmon and poached egg bagels.
Marlboro Lights
The key to the diet is smoking. It is imperative that Marlboro lights are consumed at regular invervals throughout the day. It is a known fact that smoking not only makes you look cool but also helps you stay thin *. I recommend a dose of at least 15-20 Marlboro lights per day.
There you have it, follow my Detox plan any you'll be looking fabulously thin, though maybe a little older in no time at all.
Dr Edd McGaygate's Ultimate Health Plan is available to buy now priced $19.95 at no good books shops worldwide.
If all else fails do a Patsy Stone
Disclaimer: Dr Edd McGaygate takes no responsibility for smoking related illnesses, deaths or injury caused as a whole or as part of following the advice listed here. Dr Edd McGaygate also takes no responsilbilty for the fact that despite following the Detox plan religiously, it would take an act of god to get your fat ass into those skinny jeans.
Posted by Edd at 13.11.06
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Sunday
Gym slip
Three fucking hours in the gym, beat that bitches.After a week of drunken debuachery Ive decided to kick start (again) my healthy living campaign. As Jack said in an episode of Will and Grace, or as i like to call it the Jack and Karen show - "screw the face, its all about the body"
I didnt realise how unfit Id become in the month or so since I last worked out. I even had to drop to a lower lever of weights. And as for the treadmill, I have never looked less fabulous (despite running in juicy couture) red faced, sweaty and short of breath but I did mannage my usual 25 mins of running, although as one stage I thought my time was up and I would be leaving the gym in a bodybag. How crap would that be, I want to die of something glamourous like heroin overdose or a heart attack at the Harvey Nicks cash desk (after finding out just how much I spent)
Whilst I love going to the gym, there is one thing I hate. The calorie counter on the treadmills. You run for nearly half an hour with your heart and soul, blood sweat and tears go into every step. You go to hell and back, only to find out at the end that youve bearly burnt off the snickers bar you had with your morning coffee. Its fucking evil.
The best part though had to be the swim, steam and jaccuzi at the end, pure bliss.
It was worth the pain, I now feel on top of the world, my endorphines are kicking in and you know what, I can feel my six pack returning as we speak.
Labels: Self Portrait
Posted by Edd at 12.11.06
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Happy boys.
I woke today feeling refreshed and dare i say it, happy (not sure why though).I cant get this fucking song outta my head.
Be happy
Posted by Edd at 12.11.06
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Saturday
When ever were down we have to remember that things could be soo much worse, we have to be thankfull for the positive, no matter how small.Posted by Edd at 11.11.06
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I could write for hours trying to show you how I feel today.Instead just listen to the words of the this song.
It captures everything Im feeling right now.
Posted by Edd at 11.11.06
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Friday
Mr E = Stupid fucking looser
Friday night started soo well. I was hoping to meet a certain someone, so I planned to stay relatively sober, and come across suave and sophisticated. Heres the plan in action.
Two bottles of wine later we have some shots and then surprise surprise I make a complete fucking idiot of myself. And you can all guess who was there to witness my drunken demise from grace. Yup, that certain someone.Well done Mr E, you've fucked up yet again. Pat your self on the back.
Reason No. 238,452 Why im still single. "White Wine and tequila in Hotel Du Vin"
Posted by Edd at 10.11.06
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Thursday
Last night......
Love this.Last night I met someone special, someone I actually want to see again. I know it will more than likely end in true gaygate style (as a one nighter) but we can live in hope.
Mr D if your reading this I think your amazing.
Watch this space bitches.
Posted by Edd at 9.11.06
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A huge happybirthday to Miss E.
You'll be missed ya sexy bitch. xxxx
You'll be missed ya sexy bitch. xxxx
Posted by Edd at 9.11.06
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Monday
Guilt money
I was looking back through my last few posts and It amazed my how fucking morbid I have been. Lifes a bitch. Get over it already.I have decided to finally follow my own advice (first time for everyting) which would be:
"If its broken... fix it. If Its not broken... dont change it, and it you cant fix it... forget about it"
So from now on, well for at least as long as this resolution lasts I will be focussing only on the positive. Which are......
Im young, free and single, with big feet, a good postcode (zipcode for you yanks), fabulous credit limit, own teeth (although I would prefer DiVinci Veneers), and most of my own hair.
A prize winning catch, im sure youll agree.
Moving on, according to this website (click here) my family is in the top 0.11% richest in the world. If were aledgedly this rich why havent the parental unit given in to my requests for a Mercades SLK (I keep ordering the brochures hoping theyll get the hint)
The website also says....
$8 could buy you 15 organic apples OR 25 fruit trees for farmers in Honduras to grow and sell fruit at their local market.
$30 could buy you an ER DVD Boxset OR a First Aid kit for a village in Haiti.
$73 could buy you a new mobile phone OR a new mobile health clinic to care for AIDS orphans in Uganda.
$2400 could buy you a second generation High Definition TV OR schooling for an entire generation of school children in an Angolan village.
That puts my spending into a whole new perspective. What I spend on taxi fayres alone on Saturday Night could provide 2 new mobile AIDS health clinics.
Whats even scarier is that an entire Generation of Angolian Village school children could have been schooled on the ammount which I spent on alcohol in the past 2-3 months. If I had stayed sober for a couple of months I could have changed the lives of an entire generation or children.
Does this mean im gonna stay sober, of course not, but Im seriously considering moving to Angola...... Just think if scholing is that cheap I could have an entire army of staff at my beck and call for the same price as a couple of hangovers (only kidding).
Posted by Edd at 6.11.06
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Sunday
Federation has lost the plot.
Last night after writing that god awfull post, I decided to hell with it, I shall go to the ball And I did.Why I bothered Ill never know, oh yeah thats right.... its because I was drunk.
Well I ended up spending $120 on taxi fares $30 entrance fee and $60 on drinks (so much for my $60 dollar a week budged) and you know what, the night sucked. It wasnt entirely terrible I did meet some interesting people but the event its self left a lot to be desired. The venue was fucking awfull, too big, too bright and too many fucking stairs. It was like the crystal fucking maze on acid. Not impressed. And to top it all off there was not a pharmacist to be found.
Posted by Edd at 5.11.06
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Saturday
Quarter life crisis
This weekend has been a sign of things to come.There was a time when I had a list of friends as long as my arm. There was always someone to catch up with, a party to attend, a club to frequent. Over the years, my friends one by one have dispersed, they have either fled the Harrogate nest or time has drifted us apart.
Miss E the last of my close friends will be leaving Harrogate very shortly for sun, sea and..... surf down under. Words could not do justice to the envy I hold.
Now don't get me wrong, I still have a (small) number of friends left here, but we only really see each other every now and then. You know, we wont see each other for months but when we do its like we've never been apart, we have a great night then wait another couple of months for the next episode.
Whilst there's nothing wrong with that, im going to miss having a best friend. In fact im going to be lost without one. All my life I've always had a friend with whom I've been close (you know who you are).
Now that changes.
I have always lived for the weekend, I am a weekend millionaire through and through, as the song goes god is my DJ and clubs are my place of worship.
Tonight CLUB FEDERATION makes its long awaited return to the Leeds clubbing scene. When I found out about the event I was elevated to a higher plane, afterall my spiritual home was back from the dead. So I grabbed my phone and started scrolling down my address book..... It didn't take me long to realize that I had not one person to take. Not one.
Right now its 10:30pm, federation is opening its doors as I type and Im sat alone, in my office with a bottle of gin and the Pete Tong Podcast for company.
What happens when a weekend millionaires money runs out, and when I say money I mean friends. Without them you cant go out, your broke.
If im honest Im worried. In all my life I never had to endure more than a couple of weeks away from the bars and clubs. Clubbing is what I know, its all I know. I love to drink and I love to dance, even though I cant dance for shit.
You can put you Violins away, Im not whining, OK maybe just a little. What im trying to say is that my life is about to change, and im not sure this change is something which I wish to embrace.
Keep tuned, ill keep you posted.
Posted by Edd at 4.11.06
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Nelly Furtado - Crazy
The best cover version inthe history of mankind.Posted by Edd at 4.11.06
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Thursday
Eating Brunch is a Nich Nich
Who would have thought, "Being fabulous is forbidden by Gods word."This is genius
Posted by Edd at 2.11.06
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Fur
Ill probably fall out with people for this post, but fuck it. For now atleast we live in an age of free speach.
I recieved an email earlier this week warning me against shopping at Gaultier as they sell fur. Some time ago Peta the animal rights avtivists stormed a Gaultier boutique and covered the window in blood, blah blah blah.
It was suggested that i purchase the following T-shirt to show my support.
OK, mean people may wear fur, but fucking ugly people wear that Tshirt.
Come one guys, you wanna fight the fashion industry alteast produce a sexy tshirt. Not something a dirty tramp would turn their nose up at.
I dont respond well to threats. Infact im tempted to buy Gaultier's entire fall collection in Protest.
Although I dont wear fur myself (these photos excluded) I dont have a problem with it . As a meat eater I would be hypocritical of me to condone the slaughter of Animals for food, but not for clothing. The fact is a good steak tastes great and a this coat feels fucking fabulous. If i did agree with PETA that would also mean lobster would be off limits too. Which again would make me a man of double standards.
Heres a photo of Miss S and myself (in my skinny days) after diving for lobsters in St Lucia a few years ago.
And FYI they tasted fucking great. Lobster washed down with Bollinger on a yacht in the Caribbean is soo the way to dine.
Heres my offical response to that email: Fur is Fabulous.
I went with the bryanboy pose as he is also not affraid to stand against those Peta fuckers.
Ok, the coats not mine (and before you ask neither is the bag). I took one of Mother dearests' furs out of storage. Its a Arctic Silver Fox hand made coat, bought in the 80's when realf fur wasnt taboo.
Dont worry though, Im not about to re-invent myself as the next White, gay P-diddy
Imagine the looks I'd get if I actually went out in public looking like this.
Fur Coat: £ 5,000.
Trowsers: £ 100.
Sunglasses: £ 100.
The look on a PETA activists face...... Priceless.
Dont let other peoples opinions rule your own.
PS: I already know how rediculous I look. ;~)
Later Bitches.xx
Labels: fur, Peta, Self Portrait