Gaying it forward
Crikey, what a hang over.
It may be the last day in the office and I may be leaving at midday, but my head is so full of cotton wool and sawdust I might not make it through.
Last night was a blast - Doormouse, Snow and I gayed it forward and showed the moxuals in Soho how to really do it.
We headed to The Yard, Barcode and Escape and drunk lots of cider. There were some bad points: Striding down Old Compton Street to meet the others, I slipped on a banana skin and nearly went arse over tit - in front of some very sexy men; the bitchy DJ in Escape was far from impressed when I performed my party trick (I stood in front of his booth and begged him to put on some garage - he refused); and there were no decent men for any of us to kiss.
I tend to wander around with blinkers on when I go out and so rarely notice the attractiveness of others, but we played a little game in Barcode. The three of us had two minutes to look round the bar to see if we fancied anyone. Before the time was up we all announced there was no one there we'd fuck!
Aside from all that, there were some other points worth noting. I'm not sure what annoyed me most: That we didn't go dancing; that Snow yet again got more attention from the gays than I did; or that my copy of Boyz had the hooker ads and porn pull-out removed.
As an aside, a piece of advice: Should a hang over make you want to kill yourself and you decide to take 6 painkillers before you leave the house, be prepared to arrive at the office with absolutely no idea how you got there.
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Oooh, games to play at nightclubs. My friends and I have one. (Rather, we used to do this!)
When we would get to a club, say we chose number four, then we would all but ignore the first three men that came our way, and no matter how ugly or how drunk #4 was, we would fawn over him like crazy.
It made for a fun evening. ;) A friend even married one of the guys... but the cow ended up telling him our game.
PS. Six painkillers? That's hilarious. ;)
Back in the day I used to play the telephone number game. Me and two other scene queens would write down our name and telephone numbers 5 times, and hand them out to unsuspecting Lavendars, (once we were drunk enough) or slip them in their pockets because we were all chicken shit. But once the alcohol would really kick in we would go up to someone and say 'I think you dropped something' then hand them the paper. they usually called us cunts, but still, 'twas much-o fun-o
TM xx
Right, and Merry Christmas!
I know drinking today would've made it a lot easier. Merry Christmas!
Where the fuck are you, you old tart?
If you're posting at 2 in the morning, you can't have a hang over. Can you? Technically, aren't you still drunk?
Sounds like not a bad night...makes me nostalgic for Soho, lived in Central London six years ago before moving to USA. This looks like an intriguing blog. Happy New Year mate!
hey mate...cool blog! I used to be Sydney's single guy!
Eileen: Your games sound slightly more sophisticated than ours. Maybe we can try this one next time.
TM: My name's Denim Boy, but you can call me later. Seriously, call me later - we have NYE debriefing to do.
Malnurtured Snay: Welcome and Happy New Year to you!
Fweng: Sorry ginge, Small Town is cuntarama and has no internet. Am back with a vengeance now!
Anon Dirty: Welcome, stud. My hang overs don't start until I've woken up. And then they don't go away.
Emmak: Welcome, honey. Thanks for stopping by. Happy New Year and all that to you, too.
Not So Single Guy: Hey there, thanks for commenting. Am deeply envious that you are no longer a Single Gay.
I will call for the debrief immediately, if not sooner.
I just wonder if this is the point where you try to distract me then steal my PIN number.....
TM x
Tequlia: You're my new best friend. Call me every five minutes.
Love ya like a coldsore honey
TM x
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