Jae Kay Is Away

I'm back on 8th August. Until then visit some of my links of the right, and I leave these for your enjoyment.



Adam Rickett. He will always have a special place in my heart. Mmm...



WEIRD! Filipino prisoners singing Sister Act songs...



From one of my fave movies Hocus Pocus (what can I say, my tastes are eclectic [rubbish]). Not only does it star Bette Midler, the wonderful Kathy Najimy and Sarah Jessica Parker... it also has my childhood crush Omri Katz! How can it get any better??



(You didn't think I'd leave you without Charles Dera did ya?)

One More Sleep

I know that in my head my holiday doesn't begin to my normal work starting time on Monday (that's when I realise I'm on holiday anyway!) but today wasn't as bad as I thought.

I headed into town this morning and bought some clothes at High and Mighty (Edgware Road) and got myself some Euros. Sadly the trips to and from were on bloody packed DLR and tube trains. :(

Got home, got some personal insurance before Jim and I headed out to the Local. Mum, Debbie Debs and Leigh soon turned up to join us. They were leaving their car with us while they went off to see Scissor Sisters at the Dome.

Had a lovely day in the beer garden there drinking and chatting and telling silly stories. Saw them off on the DLR and after finishing our wine at the local settled down with Jim at home (via a crazy destructive dash round the bedroom trying to find my passport... )

Holiday has now been brought forward to tomorrow so that's one extra day with out me I'm afraid!

Christmas Dog

He's quite happy that Jae is getting a break from work, and just hopes that Jae is less stressed upon his return. He can't take any more beatings.

4 Hours To Go

I don't know if can make it through the next 4 hours at work. Really... honestly... I am getting so stressed due to a certain not to be named thing.

It truly is awful. I actually had to go away from my desk for a few minutes to place my head in my hands and destress.

Please let these next 4 hours pass so quickly and let me go!

A Day In The Life Of Jae

Jae awoke that morning at half past five. He stretched out and grabbed his mobile. Thank the Lord, he thought, half an hour until he needed to get out of bed.

He dozed the half away and far too quickly his alarm went off. He fell out of bed and into the front room. With BBC Breakfast in the background he logged on to the internet from his laptop, carefully (cough) balanced on the arm of the sofa.

Bugger, he mentally exclaimed, the service is down. Annoyed at not getting his fix he went to the kitchen and made himself some breakfast... Weetabix. Mmm... After that he had a wash, brushed his teeth and ironed his shirt. After a few minutes of catching up on the news it was 10 to 7 and time to head to the station.

Greenwich station isn't too far away from his flat so he made it there in good time for the 07:04 to Charing Cross. He bought his ticket from the machine and assumed his position on the station.

The train arrived and Jae was pleased to note that one of the seats near the door was free and settled in for the journey listening to Feast of Fools on his iPod. The journey was uneventful, although Jae did wonder whatever happened to that cute gay guy who used to catch the train with him.

London Charing Cross. Ah... Jae's home from home. So many adventures began here. Nowadays... it's where he begins his walk into work. Dodging some free newspaper people he descended the stairs at the side of the station and wandered down Villiers street (named for a lover of Queen James), under the railway bridge and up and across one of the Jubilee Bridges.

His walk took him along the river Thames past the London Eye, County Hall (topped with Stormtroopers.. scary...), the Houses of Parliament and then into Vauxhall.

He got to work to find the shutter on the door down and two people from the fourth floor huddled outside saying it didn't work. Using his magic key code he soon had it up and preceded to regret his decision when he had to share the lift with the two of them smelling of smoke.

Work was uneventful and Jae really wasn't able to speak about it anyway. Home time couldn't come too soon and Jae barely made it to lunch with JP as it was. When home time did arrive Jae dashed to Vauxhall train station and caught the 17:10 to Waterloo. From there he wandered to Waterloo East trying to avoid the immensely slow people and was disgusted to find upon arrival the train to Greenwich had been cancelled.

Jae proceeded to Southwark tube station and caught the tube to Canary Wharf and then changed to the DLR with some immensely smelly people. Sheesh.. he thought he smelt bad, these people took it to a new level!

He got home and was about to settle in when Jim phoned from Deptford where his train had been evacuated due to fire. Jim invited Jae to the Local for dinner, and Jae happily accepted.

Just another day in the life of Jae

France In Less Than A Week!

Today was not at all pleasant at work and I'm glad to be home. I have such a massive headache, and am feeling very sorry for myself...

But... Jim, Ian and I are heading off to Brittany on Monday for a well deserved holiday! We are catching the ferry from Dover and driving down. Honestly, I feel happier with each passing second counting down to that blessed day. And we aren't flying so my normal pre flight worries are not annoying me. :)

I love the French...



I am only going for a week but I've got two weeks off work. Mmm... the very thought... So relax Dear Constant Reader, you'll only be sans Jae for 1 weeks.

1 week of pain au chocolat eating, 1 week of attempting bad French and 1 week of hearing hilarious "Ros Bof!" jokes. Oh the French do make me laugh...

Kallie's Birthday

After work today I headed out with Jessica from accounts to Kallie's surprise birthday treat. Her boyfriend Dan contacted me a week ago to organise it.

Sadly the Victoria line was closed so we took the overland to Waterloo and walked from there into Soho. Headed to Mildreds and meet up with a friend of Kallie's called Jen. The three of us got a table and waited for the birthday girl and her boyfriend to arrive... she really was surprised! Yay!

The food at Mildreds was gorgeous. It's a vegetarian restaurant and I had mixed mushroom and ale pie with huge chips and mushy peas. Divine.

Haven't wandered along Old Compton Street for a while. It doesn't change... he he... love that street.

Anyone Know Any Good Podcasts?

Sadly over time the podcasts I used to listen to have disappeared or update so infrequently that I've had to resort to listening to music! Geez...

So I was wondering if you, Dear Constant Reader, might have any suggestions?

For your listening pleasure I present I Hate You by Josh Woodward introduced to me by the now defunct Gayborhood Radio cast...

Yoinked from Poetx

I haven't done a meme in years! So I've taken the opportunity to nick one from PoetX... here goes!

List 8 facts/habits about yourself
Post the rules at the beginning before those facts/habits are listed
Tag 8 people and post their names, go to their blogs and leave them a comment, letting them know that they have been tagged and ask them to read your blog.

1 - I like Diet Coke. I mean... I really like it. I like it to the point that people have started quoting health facts at me about it in the hopes of changing my guzzling habit. Sadly I don't think they realise... I know the facts. And I don't care. Mmmm... *glug*

2 - I worry constantly in public. I worry about how others perceive me, I worry about getting in others way, I worry that my trousers might fall down, I worry that that umbrella might catch me in the eye. I can never feel comfortable around strangers. Self conscious barely covers it. If you see me grasping my coat closed or fiddling with my mobile, it's because I'm a nervous freak

3 - In a similar vein... I always wear my coat. My coat is my blankie. It always makes me feel better and if I'm not wearing my coat I feel completely exposed. I still haven't recovered from the time my denim coat got thrown away. I loved that coat. :(

4 - I love sci-fi and fantasy. Comic books, television, movies. Count me in. I go in cycles of obsession... Star Wars one week, Star Trek the next, X-Men once a year. Buffy; always.

5 - I hate crowds. Partly this is to do with point 2 but mainly it's to do with my height. I can see over everyone else and I can usually see 1) what has caused the delay and 2) how to fix it. Sadly no one else can and I can only watch as the crowd proceeds to collapse into chaos and pushing while I weave my way down the clearest path. I HATE THAT.

6 - I work in Vauxhall. If you can imagine somewhere with open air urinals, homeless people lying collapsed on the street and the faint whiff of rubbish you have almost experienced what it's like. For a Monday morning just add drunken queens wandering through the streets off their face after being chucked out of the early morning gay clubs. It's a lovely place.

7 - In my life I've lived in 2 mansions (read, homes for the mentally disabled young person... don't worry... I was a son of the staff), a monastery, a caravan, a council house and a bed and breakfast (plus the occasional normal house).

8 - I am a creature of habit. I quickly learn the least stressful way of doing something (i.e. where the empty carriage is on a train or where the most obscure cash machine is away from the queues) and I stick to it. I get most annoyed if things change.

So that's my eight things... what's yours? (I'm not cruel enough to tag ya!)

The Only Gay Eskimo

Thanks to Tim at work for getting the following song stuck in my head all day...

Nottingham Visit

Today I headed to Nottingham for a meeting with a supplier. To avoid the morning rush I took a pleasant walk up from Charing Cross to St Pancras. I'm amazed how close things in London are.

I got a Midland Mainline train up, in first class. It was so nice and quiet (and civilised!). I must travel first class more often. I got to Nottingham and remembering where the taxi rink was I was at the suppliers in minutes.

Now for a guy who used to get scared of going into shops on my own I was amazed to find I wasn't the least bit worried about handling a meeting all by myself. Amazing how much more confident I am nowadays.

My meeting lasted all of 30 minutes, including small talk. It was over so quickly I had plenty of time to have lunch with Emily and her boss (on the suppliers account of course) before catching an early train back home. Managed to get a whole book read on the journey there and back. Result!

I was minding my own business reading on the DLR on the way back when three Asian women got on and stood next me, and then began to talk about my height and laugh about it in Hindi. HOW RUDE! I wanted to kick 'em. 1) it's rude to talk about my height anyway, I don't go around to people and point out their little quirks and 2) really... talking in another language isn't going to disguise what you are talking about if you make hand gestures and point at me... I'm tall not thick.

Whatever happened to manners? Oh and some Italians did the same thing this morning with "molto alto" mentioned a lot. Sheesh guys...

I've got a real thing against Italians this week (sorry to any Italian readers!) and a real thing for... Daniel Carter...

First Class!

Work excursions are fun!

Nottingham

I'm heading home already.

Blog Update

So... of late I've found my urge to blog waning slightly. I've realised this is due to a lack of focus. This blog, which started out as a personal diary, has become bloated and undisciplined.

I've decided that all political commentary and opinion is banned from come back to what you know. Should you, Dear Constant Reader, wish to keep up with Jae's thoughts on the world today feel free to visit Walk This World With Me.

Remember to take posts over there with a pinch of salt. I'm prone to exaggeration to make a point and can be very one sided. Polite comments and criticisms are always appreciated though!

I'm getting rid of some of the rot and bloat in the sidebar, and some of you who read this on a feed may get some old posts resurface as I am removing certain names and replacing them with initials to protect certain peoples privacy (MT).

This blog is six years old next month, and I think it bloody well needs to get in shape for it's birthday... a bit like this...



Who he? I hear someone cry... altogether now... CHARLES DERA!

Big Brother UK: A Major Complaint

Why, oh why, is the British Big Brother so rubbish??? I mean it's about as interesting as watching paint dry. You feel like Big Brother tried to find the most irritating people in the world and put them into a house thinking that'd make good telly.

Why can't we have a Big Brother like CBS' Big Brother 8? Or one like last years Big Brother Australia?

View the evidence for yourself! See this post on Towleroad and the following video...



Then you've got (NSFW!) Jamie from last years Aussie BB. MMM...

So listen up Davina! Next year we don't want a bunch of unlikeable women and horrid men... we want bloody gorgeous young people who get naked a lot! Understood?

The Local

Completely empty! But doesn't it look nice?

The Weekend

Saturday Jim, his mum and I headed to Lewisham market and had breakfast in the local 'Spoons. I was shocked by the disgusting state of Lewisham High Street. What on Earth is the borough council up to?

After that we came back to the flat to meet Ian, Emily and Hannah. We took them out to Jim's mums hotel and then had a takeaway in the flat whilst watching the Chronicles of Narnia.

Sunday we had a McDonalds breakfast and headed out to the National Maritime Museum. It was, as always, cool except for all the bloody foreign tourists hogging the fun things and being very rude. Especially the Italians. Sheesh, learn some manners people!

The kids headed home and Jim, his mum and I headed down to the local where they spent the time arguing with each other and winding each other up. Fun fun...

Brent Corrigan Is Back

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Another Night In The Local

Yesterday afternoon Jim's Mum arrived for a weekend visit and Jim, his Mum and I all meet up at London Bridge. We got her settled in at the Devonport House, a clean if uninteresting hotel, before catching a drink at the bar (4 quid for a pint!!!!) and headed to our local.

On the way we met up with a neighbour and soon enough our other neighbour appeared with his friend (who had just been to Celebration Europe and paid 85 quid for Mark Hamil's autograph... rip off!).

Drunk too much... :(

Jim and I walked his Mum back to the hotel before wandering around nighttime Greenwich... and found a bakery open! At 11pm! A bakery! Never before have I seen such a wonderful sight. Doesn't anyone else think that is a little random?

Not half as random as this video...

I Can't Take This Anymore

Breathe. Just breathe and relax. That's what I spend most days telling myself. People just stress me out. Hell is other people.

So... I need a solution. I find it unlikely that I am going to be able to change the world. The behaviours that annoy me (selfishness, illogical thinking, slowness, thoughtlessness) are pretty much part of the human condition.

When I was younger I got around without stressing out by berating myself. I just kept telling myself I was the idiot, I was the fool and most other people in the world were better than me. Sure it might have depressed me but it kept me from feeling stressed all the time. People were doing things differently to me because they knew better than I did and it made sense to them because they were vastly more intelligent.

I can no longer fool myself into believing this. All humans (myself included) are idiots. I truly cannot comprehend how some people can't understand things that are so clear to me. For instance: why can't people understand that standing to the side of the doors when the train stops helps the flow of people. It's so simple.

Maybe somethings are just because I'm tall. I can see how a crowd is working and who is holding it up. I almost always realise the crowd has formed because of one or two acts of extreme stupidity followed up by people not using logical thinking (slow people to one side, fast another).

So I need to change. I need to stop worrying. I need to relax. I find it hard to constantly worry about other people and how they perceive my actions when no one else seems to bloody care.

I must be in the wrong. I can't be the only person who is sane. Any suggestions on how not to worry about others?

Man Eating Badgers Loose In Basra

This story just made me smile.

UK military spokesman Major Mike Shearer said: "We can categorically state that we have not released man-eating badgers into the area."

Hilarious!

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Use The Force!

I am going through such a Star Wars obsession phase at the moment... currently similtaneously reading The Last Command by Timothy Zahn and the Dark Empire II graphic novel. And in between? Well I'm playing Empire At War and reading Wookieepedia of course!

This is what happens when Doctor Who finishes... I have to find new geeky obsessions...

His acting may have been wooden but you can't say Anakin Skywalker Hayden Christensen isn't a looker!



Last night I foolishly went out to the local with Jim and Paul. Did a quiz. Drunk far too much too quickly. Woke up feeling a little under the weather..

Restless

I'm so... restless...

Everything is starting to annoy me. I can't enjoy London anymore as I let the IDIOTS who I encounter every day ruin it. I can't enjoy other peoples company anymore as they are bloody aggravating. Obviously this doesn't apply to everyone, but it's a very select group of people who I don't want to hold upside down in a meat tenderizer.

I must, must get past this. I remember once the only people who really annoyed me were those who stopped me in the street to ask about my height... and I out grew my annoyance with them. I came to accept the comments made behind my back and the stares. So if I just try I can come to accept other people's foibles.

It's just going to be hard work.

Now here's a man whose foibles I'd love to accept...



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Madness!

I foolishly ventured out to get breakfast this morning. Foolish because it was Tour De France day and Greenwich had gone crazy.

As I wandered down the closed High Road past a police cordon I had to keep stepping around police officers crouched on the ground inspecting bins. Then when the "Village" market is a group officers were bundling a screaming man to the ground. Finally as I crossed the street I had to push through crowds and barricades.

By the time I'd got breakfast I realised there was now no way I could cross over the road. This left me one choice... I got the DLR from Cutty Sark to Greenwich station (that's about a 5 minute walk at a slow pace). I felt so lazy, but there was no other choice. I've spent the rest of the day locked indoors avoiding the outside watching Transformers cartoons...



Name the bear! Hey everyone, this bear is a refugee from the Bush regime in Washington D.C. (ok... he got left behind by a temp from there but still...) and he needs a name... ideas on a comment.

Transformers and Spiderman 3

So today I managed to see Transformers. What a bloody good movie! Funny in just the right places but managing to avoid cheesiness. The effects are stunning, the story zips along and IT'S TRANSFORMERS!

Also the star isn't too bad looking either...


Shia LaBeouf is yummy (and for all those that way inclined there is Megan Fox.


Sadly Spiderman 3 wasn't so good. Now the movie wasn't awful. But compared to Spiderman and Spiderman 2 it was a big disappointment... the effects were a bit poor (just see the first chase between Spidey and the New Goblin), the plot over complicated, all the characters came over as selfish, unlikeable bastards and 3 villians was a bit too many.

Venom was done well (in the visual sense) and the death of the New Goblin neatly tied up the plot threads left over from the first and second movie but nevertheless it was nothing to cry home about.

However... Tobey Maguire was especially hot when under the influence of Venom... hubba hubba...

What Would We Do Without Christians?

This story about a Kentish Vicar lighting up a pipe kind of sums up the kind of people I think of when I think of Christians: idiots.

I don't support the smoking ban. Oh sure I like it (not smelling like an ashtray after a night out in a pub being one of the benefits I look forward to) but it goes against my beliefs in peoples right to do what they bloody well want to and in my belief that if someone wants to avoid smokers they should avoid places that aren't non smoking. Let's not get into my belief that people who do smoke around non smokers are ignorant, selfish people.

But anyway... the fight against said ban should be lead not by bloody publicity stunts but by serious political debate. Stand for Parliament. Protest with placards and slogans. But don't try to spin it. Don't try to get arrested just to make a scene. It's very improper, unbecoming and a little childish.

Now we have a Vicar. Someone who we have been told in the past to treat with respect and courtesy. This is supposed to be a man of God, pious and meek. What do we get? We get an arrogant man who thinks that lighting up a pipe in a police station represents proper political discourse and when asked to politely put out the pipe thinks that being impolite and saying no is the correct thing to do.

And then the church says:

"Officially, the church doesn't condone breaking the law."

What about unofficially then??? What ever happened to give unto Caesar...

Sometimes I wonder to myself if church aren't just meeting places for horrible people rather than places of worship and repentance. I've read the Bible and Jesus sure says a lot about not creating a fuss, being pious, honest and civil. He talks of neighbourliness and kindness. When was the last time I saw a Christian who had truly accepted these ideals? I honestly can't remember. Go around the internet and read what Christians write... mostly it's hateful, dishonest and distasteful. Grr...

Doctor Who: Season 4 News

I thought I'd just keep you up to date with the latest developments in the Doctor Who universe...

Martha Jones will return to Doctor Who midway through series 4 and will then remain until the end. During her abscene she will star in 3 episodes of Torchwood.

Kylie Minogue will feature in the Christmas special "Voyage of the Damned"

Catherine Tate will be reprising the character of "Donna" from "The Runaway Bride" and will star in all 13 episodes of Doctor Who Series 4 as the Doctors companion.

Doctor Who series 3 will be showing in the US on the sci fi channel beginning on the 6th July with "The Runaway Bride" and "Smith and Jones"

I have concerns. I like Catherine Tate and I'm pleased she will be returning in Series 4. However... I just hope that RTD tones Donna down a little. Donna was fun for one episode but for 13? No thanks... just show her to be a little less dumb. Please!

Happy Fourth Of July

God bless America!!!

Jim is lying on me other arm so I'll keep this short! :)

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Charles Dera: Interviewed

Come on Dear Constant Reader! I haven't done a Charles Dera post in sooooo long! Let me off...



Check out the star of many a good dream... of mine at least... Mr Charles Dera in a fairly long interview....



You want to see Charles Dera in his natural straight porn environment? Check out this video. NSFW doesn't quite cover that link. It's not safe at all! ;)

Très Beau

OH! The most gorgeous Frenchman just came to my desk looking for someone who wasn't here yet. Jacques was his name. He had the sexiest accent ever. I want one!

And just as I was about to exclaim to anyone who could hear how gorgeous he was after he left he pops his head back around the door to ask my name... in the cutest possible head popping around door I've ever seen. Ok. I want four. :D

Love ya Jim! ;)

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How Can You Not Know What A Google Ad Is?

I've often asked myself this at work. How can you get through life and yet never discover what a Google Ad is? You may as well have never of heard of Coca Cola!

No wonder Google make so much money, people really do believe that the Google Ads are actual search results (even if they are on the side)!

Terrifying. Makes me want to buy a boat and head for the nearest deserted island...

The Last Days Of Sam America

Friday was Sam America's last day at work so after a leaving lunch at "The Rez" we had drinks in the office to celebrate/commiserate and lots of people got rather drunk. I foolishly gave my mobile number to a colleague who phoned me no less than 6 times that night and has now phoned me over 10 times. AH! I hate people phoning me!

I came up with a great idea for work over drinks which I'll develop over the week (involves youtube, yeah when I get obsessed I really get obsessed) and I've just come up with another idea... too many ideas!

I'm so glad that Friday was pay day, money was in short supply this last week! This month I really must save as I'm heading to France on the 30th for a weeks break from work, life and the internet. Yes guys, I will not be blogging on holiday. Sorry! :)

Yesterday I headed out for Sam America's second leaving do (this is the girl who had four birthdays!). It was at the Porterhouse in Covent Garden. It's the second time I've been there but it never fails to astound me at how complicated that place is. It reminds me of that scene in the Labyrinth where David Bowie is singing Within You.

It was bloody hot in there but after a couple of pints of lager and a drinking game (the rules: no saying the word "you", no drinking with your writing hand, no pointing, no using first names). As more people arrived they found Tim, Sam, someone whose name I forgot and myself sitting around talking posh "One really must go there" "One just used ones writing hand". Ah.... drinking games.

There was a band on and it was awesome... nineties rock (Blink 182) and some current stuff. GREAT.

Sadly the bar situation was awful, I can't count the amount of people who tried to push in front of me. Note to everyone: I'm way bigger than you, so don't try to push in between me and beer.

If anyone ever asks me I can say "I was out on the last night of smoking in the UK".

Tim gave me a $5 dollar Aussie note. It's made of plastic... how cool is that???

Last Of The Time Lords: Doctor Who 3.13

Ok... this episode was really, really good AND really, really awful. I'm not going to pretend that this even came close to satisfying my fanboy dreams after last weeks episode. It was a disappointed. But it was redeemed by certain scenes and the feeling of a nice, neat tidy up of the whole season.

The episode opens a year after the Master and his Toclafane took control of Earth. We are quickly informed by Martha that in 24 hours time the Master will unleash war machines which shall spread out across the Galaxy and begin his conquest.

After pretending to construct a UNIT anti Time Lord weapon to get the Masters attention, Martha is taken aboard his ship where she informs him that his psychic control of the human race is about to be turned against him... she has spent the year travelling the globe spreading stories of the Doctor and an instruction... at the final stage of the launch countdown the whole human race must think one thought... DOCTOR. It overrides his controls, allowing the Doctor to return to normal and Captain Jack races to destroy the Paradox Machine which turns back time to just before the Masters take over.

After the Doctor informs the Master he is now his prisoner for ever more the Masters girlfriend kills him and he dies in a sobbing Doctors arms.

The Doctor returns Marthas family home and is about to set off with Martha when she tells him she can't do it anymore. She has had enough of loving him and not receiving anything back. She walks out the door informing him he hasn't seen the last of her!

I have prayed this week for two things and one of these was that the Toclafane would not be the humans from Utopia. The other that RTD would have the courage of his convictions not to have the Paradox Machine erase everything that had happened over the final two episodes. Darn you Mr Davies! DARN YOU! You may have well have used the sonic screwdriver yet again... this is getting very predictable. Please, next year, throw some real curve balls at us so we can't even begin to predict what is going to happen!

It was an enjoyable episode and the final scene where Martha says goodbye to the Doctor really rung true. All season I've begged for Martha to stop whining about her love for the Doctor, assuming that she was going to be a long term companion. But now I see that the whole season has been leading up to this moment and it all makes sense now!

I'll miss Martha she was a great, strong companion who really broke the mold companion wise. Rose was naive, and young. Martha was intelligent, and mature. God bless her.

Now I just can't wait for Voyage of the Damned this Christmas... was that a life belt with the Titanic written on it???

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