It's the End of the World as we know it and I feel fine...
That's great, it starts with an
earthquake, birds and snakes,
an aeroplane - Lenny Bruce is not afraid.
Eye of a hurricane, listen to yourself churn,
world serves its own needs, dummy serve your own needs
The world did not
end at 11.11AM as expected on the 21st December. There were no balls
of fire, no earthquakes, no meteor showers, no screaming children and to our dismay the office telephones continued
to ring. Relief in some ways, but collectively we felt somewhat let
down by the Mayans and so ordered a meateor pizza which felt both approapriate and life affirming. an aeroplane - Lenny Bruce is not afraid.
Eye of a hurricane, listen to yourself churn,
world serves its own needs, dummy serve your own needs
December continued to limp along like a rain soaked dog with just the occasional lamp post of debauchery to lift the wallowing self pity that has engulfed me. According to Keith (acupuncturist) many are presenting with my symptoms of malaise which he puts down to our lack of summer. Perhaps that’s it? Summer certainly appears to have left my life and instead I feel the creeping decay of autumn stripping the leaves from my branches. Perhaps I’m just getting old and struggling with the transition? Being over 50 in gay world really does not help. Everything is geared to youth and a sharp intake of breath. Nothing appears to have depth and at my age I am expected to trade Issey Miyake for embalming fluid. However despite this entrenched ageism I seem to have become daddy of choice to a harem of lithe young men. This does wonders for lust but does nothing to fill other voids. I yearn for someone with depth and intellect to appear and make a stodgy pudding into a syllabub.
There is never enough time to do and say all
that we wish - the most important thing is to do as much as you can in the time
that you have.
The Ghost of Christmas Present
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