I'm Dreaming Of A Way Out Of The Rat Race... Still

Yeah. Working sucks doesn't it? Why can't I just be a pimp or the guy at Makro who checks your receipt before you leave? Those are the sort of cushy jobs designed for a lazy arsed bastard like me. Thanks to the person who surfed to Amazon through a link from this blog and purchased a Britney Spears CD... you just earnt yourself a Jae Kay Merit Badge...

I feel so gay. That's how I'd describe it... a sudden renewed interest in men, my liking for camp pop music returned and my interest in gay politics refreshed... all since Friday. Well renewed interest in men means less subtle perving. ;)

Thanks to Jim (and Patrickblog) I'm in love with the Veronicas and Lady Gaga (Boys Boys Boys is awesome and Paparazzi rocks my socks soooo much!). New Zealand's finest.



And the rejection of Proposition 8 in California has served as timely reminder why we need to continue the long fight for freedom against the oppressive. Jim showed me the video below yesterday and I just thought; that's your argument against gay marriage??? Wow. Stupid...



I feel sorry for folks who believe that Catholic charities removing their services is a bad thing!!! Catholics + Children = ? I'll let you be the judge of that one but personally I think adoption services by Catholics are probably a lot more dodgy than gay adoptions...

I Want Jensen Ackles Babies

That is all.

Lest We Forget

As is traditional for this blog on Remembrance Sunday, below is Wilfred Owen's "Dulce et Decorum Est"

Bent double, like old beggars under sacks,
Knock-kneed, coughing like hags, we cursed through sludge,
Till on the haunting flares we turned our backs
And towards our distant rest began to trudge.
Men marched asleep. Many had lost their boots
But limped on, blood-shod. All went lame; all blind;
Drunk with fatigue; deaf even to the hoots
Of tired, outstripped Five-Nines that dropped behind.

Gas! Gas! Quick, boys! – An ecstasy of fumbling,
Fitting the clumsy helmets just in time;
But someone still was yelling out and stumbling,
And flound'ring like a man in fire or lime...

Dim, through the misty panes and thick green light,
As under a green sea, I saw him drowning.
In all my dreams, before my helpless sight,
He plunges at me, guttering, choking, drowning.

If in some smothering dreams you too could pace
Behind the wagon that we flung him in,
And watch the white eyes writhing in his face,
His hanging face, like a devil's sick of sin;
If you could hear, at every jolt, the blood
Come gargling from the froth-corrupted lungs,
Obscene as cancer, bitter as the cud
Of vile, incurable sores on innocent tongues,
My friend, you would not tell with such high zest
To children ardent for some desperate glory,
The old Lie; Dulce et Decorum est
Pro patria mori

In May I had the chance to visit the graves of Allied soldiers in Kanchanaburi in Thailand who died during the war against the Japanese. It was a truly touching and emotional experience seeing row after row of headstones, labelled with every nationality and religion, age and class. Humanity still has a lot to learn.

We owe so much to those who died, but the thing we owe most is that we must never forget their sacrifice and we must redouble our efforts to avoid the loss of even one more life in pointless battle. May They Rest In Peace.

And you used to think I was a stalker....

Jim has shown me in the last week that he outshines me even in my stalking ability...

Evidence:

As The World Turns

Yesterday I made the trip down to my old work down in Vauxhall. Paul was having a leaving do, and as he is one of the old timers I thought I'd show my face. It's only been 3 months but honestly I could probably have named less than half the people there. It was just full of new people. There were a few hold outs down in accounts, and a smattering across the other teams but beyond the core customer service group the company might as well be one I never worked for. Which made me glad to have left.

But for those who I did know, I still have a great affection and much hugging did ensue. Paul's leaving do was much like mine: bowling and then noodles. The perfect recipe for a good night out. Bowling was great, noodles were yummy and it was so cool to catch up with everyone.

So I've learnt I don't miss Euroffice (hi marketing, using Google Alerts is so last year!) I just miss the people there. And as people like Paul are leaving and most of the temps I remember are soon to go, there is no point looking back. Just need to remember to meet up with them more often.

Oh and my other friends too. I've been such a bad friend these last few years. Sorry!!

Fare Ye Well Mr Crichton

When I was 10 years old I picked up a book that has brought me more pleasure than pretty much any book I've ever read since. It was Jurassic Park
and it is important to me as the book that marked my transition from a reader of children books into a reader of adult novels.

I thus owe a debt of gratitude to Michael Crichton, and I have been greatly saddened to hear of his passing. Whilst I think Michael Crichton held views on science and politics that I find abhorrent, and his writing has proved increasingly controversial, his books (including The Lost World and Congo) will always mean a lot to me.

May He Rest In Peace

Mmmm... Baby Eels!!

So... after a hellish day at work which finished with a grown man sobbing down the phone at me, after he had accused me of being homophobic and had kept me behind after work (I don't get paid after 5pm people!! Grrr...), I headed home and had five seconds to have a shower and get changed before Jim and I headed down the local to meet up with Denis, Karen, Nal and H. It was H's birthday celebrations and so we headed into town for dinner at Salvador and Amanda. It's a tapas bar, and not too bad considering. It has an interesting decor and the food was great. I recommend their lamb and their baby eels (a Karen suggestion done good... they are yummy!). 

We headed up to Cafe Nero in Soho before heading back for a night cap at the local. 

Today has been just another day at work, but I was pleased at lunch to see 4 people wearing Obama "Progress" t shirts. Go Obama!!!!!!!!!! :D We live a whole continent away and yet still we are waiting eagerly to hear who wins the American election. Did we used to get this excited when Truman or Eisenhower got in? I wonder... 

Giants On The Brain

Yesterday Jim and I headed down to Lympne for a "brief" visit with the parental units. Jim was going down to do his usual family duties of being ordered around fixing things. I spent my time watching telly, being called old by my younger brother and attempting to avoid upsetting my sister which is always difficult to do. Yesterday she mentioned how she was glad my Nan hadn't come down as "she can be annoying". When I told her off for that she went off into a terrible strop. Hmph. 

Later on Uncle David, his Mexican girlfriend Cecilia and his daughters turned up (they're living there whilst he sorts out a house now he's back from working in Mexico) and we all laughed our way through X Factor together. 

We got home at about 11pm which allowed us time to head to the local for a closing time drink. Which meant we didn't actually get to our house until 3 am!! But it was actually a really good day. 

Today, nothing to special. Lunch at the pub. 

I'm totally focussed on my latest subject of choice... giants. I'm doing some posts on them over at Moonlight Investigation. Speaking of which... here's my favourite piece of "research" so far ;) 

YUM!

They Played The Monster Mash!

Happy Samhain, Blessed Be. Enjoy some spooky musical treats :D 

Monster Mash - Bobby "Boris" Pickett and the Crypt Kickers featuring Cary Grant and Priscilla Lane



Purple People Eater



I Put A Spell On You - Bette Midler



A Rather Haunting Rendition of Come Little Children





Hellbent a gay "horror" movie. :D

David Tennants Leaves Doctor Who!

We knew it was coming. But still, it is very sad. David Tennant has made it into my top three Doctors of all time thanks to the energy he brought to the role. Thank you Mr Tennant, you will be missed!!

But... in another story about the royal premiere of the new James Bond movie there was a picture which cheered me up...



I know... I'm a royalist and I should not be thinking about the future King and his brother in certain ways but... PHWOAH! That sofa looks big enough for three...

OK.... I apologise, I'm an awful person for even contemplating such a thing with their Royal Highnesses...

Home?

Mmmm... I'll have some pork katsudon please!!!!!!!!!!

I miss that place...

I Want A Dinosaur For Christmas!!

I now know that I want this for Christmas. I am truly, truly sad that I cannot be 5 years old again so that I could really get the best out of this amazing toy... :(

Halloween Horror

Plan B is having a fancy dress party on Friday for Halloween. I won’t be attending, as fancy dress and Jae do not mix. I am still scarred from the time my Mum dressed me up in a box as the clock from “The Mouse Ran Up The Clock” and I had to spend the entire day at school standing up (although a few years back I won best dressed boy at work’s “School Days” day when I simply put on my old school uniform… yay!). The theme of the party is “Dead Musicians” and they encourage attendees to dress up as famous dead musicians such as “Kurt Cobain, John Lennon or Judy Garland” but with added zombie effects like white face paint and blood. Am I the only one who thinks this is wrong?

I can understand dressing up as a fictional character, such as Dracula or the Invisible Man, for laughs. Nobody is likely to be offended by Herman Munster knocking on their door for treats. *QUE MUNSTERS THEME TUNE*



Dressing up as a famous person, even those who are deceased, also seems like truly innocent fun. But dressing up as dead versions of those who have killed themselves, been murdered or died through addiction problems seems to me somewhat more than just simply macabre.

Would I be happy if I saw someone walking around dressed up as my Grandad’s rotting corpse? Or as my Auntie Melly with a pale face and drip tubes hanging from their body? No. So why on Earth are people actually encouraged to dress up like the dead body of someone who was not only real but has family members still alive? Will there be anyone doing a Heath Ledger this year holding a bottle of pills (well not at a Dead Musicians party but you know what I mean…)??? Or is just the long term dearly departed who get to be so disrespected?

Even as I write this I think I’m being a little harsh and somewhat prissy but really when you think about it, isn’t it a little disturbing? What do you think?

Who Am I?

So there I was cyber stalking MT (Facebook is my friend [privacy settings cannot stop me...], I was thinking he'd probably aged badly... how wrong could I have been!), when I suddenly started getting nostalgic about the "olden days". And I don't mean about school (which I hated) nor do I mean my social life (which was great don't get me wrong). I mean about who I used to be. My inner self. I know that sounds incredibly like "up my own arse", pop psychological nonsense but how I am now inside my head is totally different to how I was then.

I spend my entire life thinking about the mundane. Be it thinking about catching a train, or answering the phone at work, or what I'm going to blog about tonight (not on this blog of course, I just make this stuff up as I go along... ;) ). How's that different to before, I hear you cry? When I was a teenager, I was a dreamer. I spent my time dreaming, imagining. And I'm not talking practical dreams, I'm talking imagining scenarios just for the sheer fun of it. Dreaming of a different world, just to pass the time. Entire series of movies played out in my head in the ten minute walk from school to my house. Or maybe, if I was thinking of real things, I'd be digesting the latest political story I'd read in the paper or pondering on my latest obsession (or MT, my constant obsession... sorry Jim, I love you! But I'll never stop fawning over my favourite football player...). I just don't do that anymore.

I tried giving myself some time at lunch today to let my mind run wild but found it had become very difficult not to think about money, or work, or the journey home. I've gotten rusty.

I think the problem is, I never give myself any free time. I'm always on my laptop, or listening to a podcast, or talking to someone. I never have quiet time to myself, just to ponder. I used to love my long walks around Folkestone, that was when I could truly let my mind run free. Maybe I should start getting off the tube early on the way to work and walk the rest of the way iPod free. Because I really miss dreamy Jae. He's much less boring that I am.

It's Nearly Samhain!!

When I was little I had the biggest crush on Omri Katz... such a cutie... Trust me any man with that hairstyle is still the object of my intense affection. I've never been the same since MT cut off his similarly styled hair and went for the short look. Devastating.

Jim Reinvigorates An Old Youtube Classic

Mormons Sex Posed

Mmm... you know my weakness for the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints. Well it is not helped by the mormonsexposed.com website and it's evil calendar featuring hot Mormons!!



God darn those Mormons, they sure know how to recruit! Sign me up!

Two More Monster Movies

Well following on from The Host, I decided to check out two other monster movies I've been hearing about.

The first was Rogue



I'd heard good things and I wasn't disappointed. The basic plot is: a tour of Australia's Northern Territory ends in disaster (giant saltie attacks boat, all Hell breaks loose). But the acting is better than most B movies, and the CGI is pretty good too. I actually wanted the heroes to survive when usually I'm just praying the monster will get it over and done with quickly.

Speaking of which...

I followed up the pleasantly surprising Rogue with Shark in Venice. Now I'm a sucker for anything that has a shark in it, but if I'd researched this movie before watching I'd never have picked it up. The plot is basically a treasure hunt interspersed with random shark attacks in the canals of Venice. Sadly it is made by the same team behind the Shark Attack series and they have one terrible problem... they cannot edit a movie to save their lives. It's bad when you see the same boat go behind the main actor three times in one shot (almost as if they just kept replaying the footage...) but worse is how they handle the shark scenes.

Stock footage should have little place in modern movie making. But sadly Shark in Venice has so much shark stock footage it had me laughing out loud. One minute the actors are diving in a tight cave under the city, then the scene cuts to a shark which is not only quite obviously in deep ocean but is also surrounded by unusual tropical fish unlikely to inhabit the Venetian canals. Then it attacks and basically you get the same thing... leaving any suspense or drama to whither away.

Add to this some terrible acting plus a plot that was obviously written up on the back of dinner menu the night before filming and you have one truly awful movie. I stopped watching after half an hour, just as I did with Shark Attack 2. The B movie genre is crying out for a quality shark flick... we'll just have to keep on dreaming...

The Host

I read about this south Korean movie called The Host ages ago and thought it'd be right up my street. Giant rampaging monsters? Check. That is pretty much my street isn't it... ;)



Well I finally watched it today and was more than pleasantly surprised. The special effects were good, the acting was good. There was comedy and tragedy. There was an obvious use of the monster and the reaction to it as an allegory for democracy and freedom in south Korea, both in it's recent past and it's present.

Personally it's disappointing that we have brilliant movies like this coming out of Asia and we are still totally obsessed by the Hollywood scene. I know this is changing but Hero and the like are not the same as good, modern day Asian movies. And people... the Host is one of the highest grossing south Korean movies of all time! We need to get over our dislike of subtitles and explore the world of foreign cinema. It truly does bring up some gems... Love of Siam anyone? ;)

Turning A New Page

Tuesday I headed down the pub, reluctantly as I was quite tired, with Jim to have dinner and take part in the pub quiz. Jim and I were on our own once again and were expecting to do poorly, as is our record when it's just the two of us. So you can imagine our shock and joy when we came... first! Victory!!!

"Victory is sweetest when you've known defeat.”
Malcolm S Forbes

Won a nice £20.00 voucher. Mmm... which paid for dinner on Wednesday. :D Happiness.

Work. Work is... crap at the moment, I'm going through the "I still have absolutely no idea what to do and am embarrassed to ask" stage. It's my least favourite stage. :(

Today I was poorly so took the day off, but as a contractor I don't get paid if I don't go in. :(

Did allow me to write a long post about whether dinosaurs still exist or not over on my other blog. That blog has been quite the success already and I'm dead pleased with that.

Jim continues his vlogging career

Found out yesterday that the cool girl at work I'd be eyeing up as possible friendship material is leaving in a week. Hmph. Back to square one (Lewisham and Willesden). D'oh.

Check out this video below, it's awesome!!

Hmm....

... me thinks someone at the British Humanist Association sent the BBC a press release about their bendy bus anti-God campaign. To be honest I find it a disturbing development. Last year, when I first saw a Christian advert on a bus, I was greatly annoyed at the trivialisation of the subject. Now atheists have joined this silly, gimmicky fad.

I'm an atheist, Christians are the sorts of people who put up adverts... mainly because they are often after our money. Those without belief should not be following them in this pathetic, base attempt to appeal to those who probably don't have an interest in it either way. It's hardly going to make you think...

"There's probably no God". Oooo... insightful.

We Interrupt This Broadcast

After Jim's blog (which he has now removed, the cheek!) which made me green with envy at it's beautiful design Jim has moved on to new social media/Web 2.0 heights... he now has a vlog!! Am I jealous?? YES! I haven't even got round to doing a podcast yet... I'm so 2003.

Check out this little opening musical number using Jim's super cool technology...



And if you want to see his first vlog and subscribe check out his youtube page. Check it out he's even got a "drama" comment in the style of 13 year old girls everywhere. LOVE IT! :D

Hmm...

Friday we spent drinking down the local as Jim perved over the barman and I attempted not to. I'm good. Yeah... right...

Saturday... so Maggie's breakfast is becoming a Saturday morning ritual but this time Dennis, Nal and Hemal were there waiting for us and we all had breakfast together. Humourously, they ordered 20 minutes before we arrived yet we still got our breakfast before them. And whilst we got everything we ordered they were missing vital ingredients. After the waitress spilt coffee down the leg of the guy sitting next to us I thought they'd be more careful but not before scolding Jim on the hand with hot tea. All in all, another great breakfast... Maggie's style... :D

Jim's Latest Obsession....

The Erming Prince's

If you can you ignore the high quantity of "Erms" in this video, then you'll probably say phwoah!!

Catchy Uppiness

Tuesday night Jim and I joined a few folks down the local for the pub quiz. With much cheating, stupidity and merriment we took 2nd place (and the winning team got double points on one round so we would of won if they were playing fair. ;) ) . That beats our last best placing at Christmas; third. Onwards and upwards. I think it was helped by there being a sci fi round. :D Aced that.

Wednesday... erm... after two nights out I had an early night. Ah sweet sleep.

Thursday... pub for meal then home for telly watching.

Work is alright at the moment except for the mean tenants and the boredom.

Got paid today. Sure I got last paid last week too but I couldn't get any money out. Today I skipped around Tesco's in Hammersmith Mall singing Money Money Money as I picked up breakfast, lunch, snacks and Coke. Goodness.

On the way home Lewisham and I sat opposite Toby Anstis. She was very subtle about exclaiming... "Oooo... he looks like Toby Anstis" followed by "IT IS TOBY ANSTIS" (he was literally directly opposite us, if he didn't hear her he must have been deaf). This was then followed by her loudly relating how much she used to fancy him. After that we moved on to other exciting topics which Lewisham was happy to spread around the carriage. At one point a child started singing "Twinkle twinkle chocolate star" causing Lewisham to turn to me and loudly declared "Oh I bet you like chocolate stars Jason!".

The shame. In front of a celebrity too... *shakes head*

Sex At The Tube Station

Last night Jim and I had dinner around Gloria and Gus' house as they are soon to head off to Grenada for six months. I'm not jealous. Much. Caz was there too so it was sort of another mini "locals" night out. Gus cooked us some wonderful Caribbean cruisine, Jim will have to tell you what the pork was but it came with yams, sweet potatos, plantains and green bananas plus, of course, rice and peas. Mmmm.... it was gorgeous. This was followed up by much wine, a Crème brûlée and a homemade cherry cheesecake. I loath cherry. I LOVED THIS CHEESECAKE! That's how good it was. It was absolutely the nicest dessert in the world. I find a lot of cheesecakes have a citrusy sort of bite to them, but this one tasted fresh and delicious.

Anyway... today at work felt a little better than yesterday even though I sit in the middle of the room with no one near me as the other four desks on my pod are "broken" in various ways. :( On my trip home I nearly bit Lewisham's ear off, I was so pleased to talk to someone who wasn't a tenant!!

On the way home at Canary Wharf I did my usual trick and took a wrong turn in the station and ended up going out the Upper Bank Street exit. No one goes up that way. I saw one other person coming down the escalator. Compared to the chaos at the other end of the station it was like being taken into a different time and place. As I was about to get on to the escalator I saw a couple standing around the side, not quite out of sight. They were standing up, not even discreetly against a wall, and having sex. I obviously didn't stare but I have to say in the few seconds it took me to register what they were doing, I didn't get the feeling either party was enjoying themselves. Bizarre...

Mmm... Maggie's again...

After going without food for an mindboogling 36 hours (except for a chocolate biscuit at work) I was pleased to arrive at Maggie's cafe in Lewisham today and devour their cheap all you can eat breakfast. Yum, yum, yum. HAPPINESS.

Charles Dera: As Usual

Due to a severe lack of male totty at my new job I'm having to resort old pictures of Charles Dera to keep me happy. The worst thing is that now that he's doing straight porn all the new pictures of him involve naked women... hurrumph!

The Downsides

My posts about my new job have been fairly bubbly and positive, because I feel fairly bubbly and positive about it. But it's not all happy times.

Willesden and Lewisham are really my only "friends". I don't have a laugh with anyone else, most of the people there are either the bland drones I grew used to at Three Valleys Water or are just not my sort of people (like the rude, misogynistic Jehovah Witness who says he's off to Bible class just after going "Look at the arse on that" when a female colleague walks past causing me to clench my fists and stop myself from beating him... either be a Jehovah Witness or be a player... you can't be both!!). Euroffice certainly did one thing right, it contained some of the most fun and most interesting people I've ever met. And I miss them terribly, even if I know that I made the right choice to leave. I'm terrible at keeping in contact as I have no money or phone at the best of times so if any Eurofficers are reading this pass on my fondest regards to everyone... miss you all loads!

I just wish there was someone there on my wave length... at least most people at Euroffice could comprehend my idiosyncracies even if they still thought I was bonkers. At this new place I don't think they can even comprehend some of the stuff I'm reading at lunch... and that's not to say they are stupid, it's saying they live on a totally different planet.

Oh well, otherwise things are ok there, most people are nice at least, which is better than nothing.

The Company

I've just starting rereading Company by Max Barry. I can always derive pleasure from reading books over and over again, Stephen King's It is read at least once a year for instance. Love it. Company is one of those books which really is amazing and stands up to repeated readings (even if it is stained with some sort of brown substance which concerns me somewhat...). It's so easy to read, hilarious and has a really quirky and interesting premise; what if you had no idea what the company you worked for did?

Speaking of which... having just started a new job myself I've begun to observe a few things about my new place of work. There's Tia (names changed to protect the innocent) an aging lady originally from the Caribbean whose booming voice fills the office every time she's on a phone call. There's Croydon who sits directly opposite me and spends her entire life just laughing. Willesden and I have been taking various, amusing multiple choice questions about Data Protection and the Disability Acts. Amusing because they feature such questions as "Which of these is not a disability:

1) impaired vision without correction
2) impaired hearing
3) pyromania"

Hmm... can I phone a friend??

Lewisham is enjoying herself quite a bit on reception and is desperate to stay there dropping not too subtle hints every two minutes whenever in a managers presence along the lines of "Oh I love being on reception" or "I think I could stay on reception forever and never get bored".

The sense of compliance at Plan B is worrying. As I was training on a different floor to my department today I came back to my desk at two minutes to five to switch off my computer. Switching off my omputer two minutes before five (when I had nothing else to do on it!) appears to have been a cardinal sin, causing some to let out a gasp and others to whisper warnings of what happens to those who break this rule.

A high level of fear seems to prevade the office, but I quite like that. It'll keep me on my toes and make sure I don't lapse into terminal boredom as I did at Euroffice.

Shark In Venice!!!

Could you imagine a better movie??

I'm already breathless with excitement at the prospect...

Stalking Goodness!

Mwhahahahahahahaha. Stalking Jae is back! And is on top form as always...

That is all.

The Incredible Hunk, Volume 1, Issue 11

CUTE!

Yoinked from Gay Boy Thailand

Maggies In Lewisham

Today we visited Maggies cafe in Lewisham and were pleasantly surprised. Sure, it's in Lewisham, but it offers the most delicious cooked breakfast I've had in a long time. The toast was cooked perfectly, the rest was absolutely divine and the tea.... oh...

I'm not a big tea drinker, but when I took a sip of my first cuppa I was in love. It tasted just like the tea my Nan used to make (and still does but she hasn't made me a cuppa in a while!). Absolutely lovely. And the best part was the refills offered by an Irish lady (Maggie perhaps?) who threw some milk and tea in the general direction of the mug and somehow managed to get 80% of it in it!! Amazing aim that. Sure the breakfast, table and floor also had it's fair share of tea but it hardly mattered.

Lovely.

First Week Is Over With

My first week at Plan B is over and I'm starting to get an impression: I bloody love this new job. And I saw how much the permanent staff are on and I thought "I want some of that". The lowest pay figure is still more than I was on before. I really want to excel.

Today I did some call outs, and got to actually speak to the "customers" (I don't want to use the correct term as I'm trying to be subtle about where I work on here). After working with demanding customers in retail, these folks are diamonds. Sure there will be a lot of unhappy people but at least I know these people who are shouting at me have rather unhappy lives and thus have some sort of excuse for their rudeness. I think I did quite well today. Fingers crossed.

Willesden had me crying with laughter whilst the two of us were doing some training together when she told me of her phobia. She is scared of.... sloths. SLOTHS!! Of all the crazy arsed phobias that is the funniest I've ever heard.

After work we have a team meeting and... free alcohol. That was always the saving grace of my last job. Can this job get any better????

Lewisham and Willesden (my two fellow trainees, in case you were wondering) had me cracking up after work and we had a quick tipple in a nearby Belushi's pub where I spat alcohol all over them as they made me explode with laughter. Willesden's friend told me I had a posh voice, the fourth person this week to say that to me. Bless them, they have no idea where I come from... fucking Snodland ain't it? ;)

The Incredible Hunk, Volume 1, Issue 10

Marco Dapper brought to you by popular demand... alright Steve asked me to post more pictures after being silly and asking whether I'd ever featured this gorgeous hunk of a man. Well, Dear Constant Reader, you know I have... this boy has the whole package. Yum.

Yoinked from Flickr

Sweet Potato Crisps = Orgasm

At lunch I had a pack of sweet potato crisps and finally completed my life. That's it. I'm done. I need do nothing more. I've eaten sweet potato crisps and am at peace with the world.

The trip home was horrid today, the District line was delayed by 5 minutes but instead of being patient me and my traveling buddy decided to take the Piccadily then the Jubilee. Stupid decision.

About three days ago my fellow trainees found out I liked men when they asked me the name of my "missus" and I told them it was Jim. But today was the real coming out day... people in the office asking me how tall I am. I think it's taken them four days to get up the courage to talk to me, and that question has been bugging them. Plus I had the seemingly inescapable question asked of me, by my less than tactful fellow trainee and traveling companion (who shall forever be known now as Lewisham), are you top or bottom??

How inappropriate. :D

Jason Discovers True Happiness

I had completely forgotten about this show!!! I used to love it more than I can describe. Happy days!

Cracks Appear

I've finally started to find the downsides of Plan B. At least two of the three managers appear to be icy, cold automatons hell bent on using their laser vision to burn holes into the backs of their staff's heads. Now hopefully this shouldn't be too much of a problem, I remember what everyone once told me about my last manager at TVW and her reputation but it turned out that if you are good at 1) meeting stats requirements and 2) kissing arse then you'd be fine and I was. ;)

The staff appear to be incredibly disheartened by the place but again the reasons for that seem to be a previous lack of training, experience and good higher level management practice, but that seems to have changed for the better now.

I spent the day listening in on the phones but got so bored of it that I persuaded Matt, the guy who has had to put up with me now for one and a half days, to let me have a go messing around on the system and I finally started to enjoy myself. I think he was a little shocked that even though I'd had no system training I knew my way around the system. What did he think I'd spent the last day and half doing? Day dreaming? No I was learning every key stroke in an effort to ensure that when I got a chance I impressed him. I'm no fool.

Sure this is Plan B, but we need to put things in prospective. This job is, for the first time in my working life, one which is actually to do with the course I was studying at Brighton University back when this blog began. I took the job because I had no other options and I really didn't think about the fact that this job might be the stepping stone I need to actually begin a career in the industry to which I once aspired.

But of course with that comes the nerves. I really want to ensure I keep this job and am desperate not to make a mistake. I'm only a temp and my position is this not secured. Fingers crossed I don't mess up, this company seems to be one I'd like to work for...

What Have I Learnt Today?

1) Despite being in Hammersmith instead of Vauxhall now, my journey to and from work is only 10 minutes longer.
2) Not all elevators smell of piss, it's just the one's at Euroffice and multistory car parks.
3) Neither my trainer nor my fellow trainees know what voyeurism or kleptomania are. (Yes, this is related to my new job!).
4) As long as I work hard, I don't think it'd be hard to be one of the best people in that office. None of them seem to know how to talk to customers.
5) Marks and Spencers do nice sandwiches (yes, another one to Hammersmith over Vauxhall; there's a choice of shops and delis to go to for lunch)
6) South Londoners talk. And talk. And talk.

A Trip To Folkestone And The First Day At The New Job

Saturday Jim and I headed down to Lympne to see the parental units. It was good to see them, even if Mum and Beth have to spend a lot of time with their horses. Saturday night and the family went out to a friends for dinner and Jim and I headed out to Kalala for some nostalgic reminiscing about what we used to do when we were dating. After a lovely dinner we headed up to Skuba to see if Folkestone's only gay bar was still fun.

Alas, it would appear the heterosexualisation of the bar has progressed to a level now beyond rescue and Skuba has lost it's unique selling point and seems rather sad. It happens to lots of small town gay bars. First the gays arrive. Then straight women begin to come as they feel safe. Next the straight men follow seeing easy pickings. The final stage is the straight couples who now feel safe about coming. There was probably a 10% gay population, if you count the staff. And really as a normal bar, Skuba doesn't compete well... it's gayness was what saved it from mediocrity.

But Henry and Sarah were there! Which was great and it reminded me that, once I'm settled in my new job, I should spend a weekend visiting much missed friends.

Today was my first day at Plan B. I was very nervous but the trip there, despite being twice as long, was more relaxing than my old commute. And when I turned up I found there was two other new starters and we immediately formed a "New Starters Support Group" and stuck close together. These groups never last, but they are good for seeing you through the training period. Plan B is a good place to work, people seem friendly, but quiet which is all good to me. Of course it's early days and I'm still in the new job excitement phase so my opinion might change.

I found it hard having to keep my mouth closed when I saw people doing things I thought were wrong. 6 years in my industry has made me somewhat opinionated on good customer service but as the new boy it's not my place to question others way of dealing with customers even if I think it's rude and abrupt.

The head of the department took the three of us out for a coffee at the end of the day just to say hi and I felt that he was an extremely positive and easy to deal with sort of guy. Not pompous, not stupid, and absolutely devoted to the good works Plan B do in London. It's a not for profit organisation so it sits much better with me than the previous commercial companies I've worked for.

The trip home was a hour long but absolutely lovely. No stress unlike the old commute home. Fingers crossed that continues. I've had a good first day.

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I'm not the world's biggest smoking fan, but you wouldn't find me complaining if this came out of my bathroom.

Yoinked from Sexy Muscle Dudes.

Jim and I are off to the parents for the weekend. Be back soon.

Mmmm... soda.

After returning an item to Argos Jim got a gift voucher and so after perusing their catalogue for ages trying to think of something we needed he decided on... a soda stream! I know this is sad, but as a child I always wished I could have a soda stream. All my friends had one but we just couldn't really afford it. Now my dream has come true, although I admit to being less enthusiastic this time. I'm sure I will perk up though when we get the coke flavouring.... YAY!!


On the televison front I am now addicted to Ninja Warrior. It's brilliant combining all the excitement of the Eliminator round from Gladiators with the joy of half naked, fit Asian men plus the strangest commentary ever that sits between the sarcasm of Craig Charles from Takeshi's Castle and the reverent tones of a football commentator. Although when watching the female competition the commentator turns into a dirty old man... which is also amusing! Who needs Dog when you have Ninja Warrior!

Bad News

I did not get my Plan A job at Shell. D'oh! They said they liked me, and I interviewed really well but that as there was only one job there was someone they preferred. So on Monday I shall trudge off to work at Plan B (as they shall now always be known) in Hammersmith... that means traveling on the Underground. At rush hour. *shudder*

Speaking of which on my way back from the Plan B interview I was accosted on the DLR by two gentlemen who inquired as to my height. I took off my ear phones, told them (biting my lip so as not to give the measurements in metric which is my current favourite way to annoy the "How tall are you?" crowd) and put my earphones back in. They seemed quite put out that I had deigned not to speak with them, but what did they expect? If you start the conversation off with "How tall are you?" I'm not likely to react well, and unless you are either very interesting or incredibly attractive I am unlikely to continue to converse with you. I'll politely answer your question, don't get me wrong, but I will think less of you.

If they could just have said "Hello" or "Excuse me" I might have been slightly more polite to them.

David Blaine Does It Again

I stopped paying much attention to David Blaine a long time ago but, with another stunt completed, does anyone else ever feel his stunts are always a little bit of a let down?

I just don't think he has any sort of showmanship, the stunts are never exciting. All power to him for what he does, but really how much duller can he be?

Jae Gets A Job Offer

Plan B has offered me a job with the words "love" involved in relation to my interview. Good news, but I'll hold that as second fiddle to Plan A. They are going to get back to me on Friday.

Fingers crossed for plan A!

Another Interview

So today I got feedback from last weeks interview which was "It went really well but we won't be making our decision until the end of the week." Grr... I preferred my way of doing it... do quick round of interviews, choose best candidate and hire them straight away before they get offered another job. But it is a huge company so I suspect there are a lot of HR procedures to go through before I hear whether they want me or not.

Today I had another interview, this time in far away Hammersmith. It was for a fairly large organisation working for a good cause, and I think the interview went ok. I don't really want the job due to the distance and the fact it's just a dull call centre job, but it's a Plan B.

My new blog is really taking off and yesterday managed more visits than this blog and the other place combined! Plus Google Ads are actually making me some money so double happiness. :D

What Ever Happened To Gay Jae?

Over the last 8 years or so I've gone from being a newbie chicken on the scene, to being a scene queen and now to being someone who hasn't stepped foot in a gay bar in this country for... well... years! I think last time might have been 2006 in the old Ku Bar to watch the World Cup with Sam America. If it was more recently then not by much.

I've stopped buying Attitude, AXM and even my beloved Gay Times (I'll admit to buying it more recently but beyond reading Terry Sandersons column, I didn't really read it). I barely read any gay centric news stories any more. I stopped feeling part of the "gay community" around about the time when they all rolled over and gave up when civil partnerships came out. It made me realise that my political and social beliefs were obviously not in line with the majority of other people in the GLBT community. I wanted true equality and maybe even something better for all people regardless of sexuality. I still think Peter Tatchell's concept of partnership freedom is more in line with my thinking. They just wanted a practical solution to their immediate problems, and didn't give a darn for using our unique position to make things better for everyone. That's when I realised the whole "gay community" thing is a lie. We are just like everyone else, with our own agendas and with our own fair share of stupid sheep people.

That is what makes me even more angry at homophobes who see some sort of gay mafia conspiracy in every move for greater rights made by GLBT people. Forgetting for a second the sheer stupidity of the initial concept, they simply haven't got a flipping clue about how diverse we are. They make blanket accusations of gay men being sexually more active than heterosexuals (LIES) and that gay men are effeminate... which is amusing as they probably don't realise how many quiet gays there are out there, living without bothering anyone, unnoticed. They probably work with them, are friends with them and even related to them... and they just will never know. And that's when my rage disappears and is replaced by laughter. Because that's why they will never win... they don't even have a clue what a GLBT person is.

Anyway... what was I saying at the start, oh yes... I've lost my gayness. Jim might still say I'm camp (and who am I to argue??) but I no longer really consider myself gay. I'm now just a man who likes men. Sure I'll still hang in gay bars if I get the opportunity, I'm not making any changes in my life. But I'm bored of the gay label. I'm not gay, I'm just another human being. I just happen to think that men are the most gorgeous thing. Ever.

Why Do So Many People Hate Brent Corrigan?

As you, Dear Constant Reader, know I'm a Brent Corrigan fan. Not just for his gorgeous body, but also for his entertaining blog plus I'm eagerly awaiting Another Gay Sequel (which I'll buy once I've got myself a new job).

So I'm constantly amazed at how much bitterness and hatred this one boy can generate. Just take a read of the comments on this new gallery and on this interview over at Queerty. Ouch! Has a larger group of unhappy, moany old queens ever been gathered in one place before now? I think not, it's a new record! This sort of thing is the reason I don't read the mass market gay blogs, and I'm quite happy reading and commenting on all the less bitchy better quality personal gay blogs out there.

Brent Corrigan is a self promoter, he does need to earn a living! It seems stupid to make out that self promotion is evil when pretty much every blogger out there is doing the same thing and surely just by commenting on a blog is an attempt to promote your own point of view? They accuse him of exploiting his looks to get ahead. Erm.. guys I hate to break it to you but that's what got him this far, he has a porn background after all and if you've got it (and boy he's got it!) why not use it! And finally they have a go at him for being a porn star when he is currently in the process of mixing things up a little bit and trying to break into more mainstream acting. Give the boy a break!

I just hope that after the last few years he has grown a thick enough skin to let the insults roll off.

Never Underestimate The Sneakiness!!!!

So gorgeous, but it does remind me... I learnt the other day that my parents cat Tinkerbell was run over and killed the weekend we were down there. :( Poor thing, she was such a darling. Thankfully I wasn't too attached to her as she was the replacement for Millie who died after I'd moved out (R.I.P. Millie cat, I miss you!!), if it had been Angel... it doesn't bear thinking about.

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I've realised there's something we don't get enough of on this blog; half naked Asian men. I trust this will go some way towards rectifying this.

Yoinked from Bangkok of the Mind

I Be Wanting A Black Fox, I Do

Check it out...

Bring me one noggin of rum, now, won't you, matey.

It's Talk Like A Pirate Day! I want you t' use t' followin' translator for all internet usage today.

Second Interview, Fingers Crossed

So I had my second interview today, this time on the Strand in the offices where the position is based. I walked in to find marble, marble everywhere! It was an absolutely gorgeous building and the offices I needed to go to were on the Mezzanine floor. Anywhere with a Mezzanine floor has to be good!

I think it went well, I fluffed one or two questions but only slightly fluffed so fingers crossed!!

P.S. All is forgiven London the amount of hot boys (well hardly boys... these guys had pecs bigger than I am) around Charing Cross today made me happy.

Why can I never turn up on time for anything? I am always ludicrously early. This week I've made a conscious effort NOT to turn up early so instead of getting there say over an hour early, I'm getting there 40 minutes early instead. Must try harder as London is useless for finding a free space to sit and read. Usually I find a park but this week my interviews have been during the lunch hours and the parks have been totally packed out.

I've been freaking myself out with ghosts stories. Must stop that.

Worried Of Greenwich

Oh I am actually very worried about my job interview tomorrow. I really want the job, it looks great and to be honest it's one of the biggest companies in the world so the chances of moving up are far greater than they were at Euroffice.

Yesterday evening I popped up to the Sports Cafe in Piccadilly (you, Dear Constant Reader, may remember my many adventures there last year) to meet up with a few folks to bid adieu to Arwen and Fred.

I'm addicted to the latest series of The Restaurant. Are the guys behind Sorbet and Seasons really that stupid? D'oh!

Just Keep Swimming

I had a job interview, which went very well and I'm going for second interview there on Thursday. It's for an evil mega corporation but who needs morals when one needs money!

Should be popping out to see the lovely Arwen and Fred for a little while as they pass through London on they way to Canada.

Erm... that's it really, current obsession: the unexplained which may be to do with my new blog all about the weird, the wonderful and the paranormal. That has already begun to generate a little Adsense money and hopefully might be a good way to increase my Amazon Associates sales through links to further reading on the subjects I discuss.

Thank You Sitemeter

This weekend Sitemeter unveiled a new platform
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Thankfully they decide to revert back to the original as I, for one, couldn't stand the new look or layout and had stopped checking my stats there. It was only by accident whilst about to remove Sitemeter from my site that I discovered it had gone back to the original version.

I've been using Sitemeter for 7 years and it would of been a shame to stop.

The X-Files: I Want To Believe

I finally got round to seeing the new X-Files movie the other day. I had read the reviews that stated it was a disappointment and that compared it to one of the many monster of the week episodes of the X-Files. I thought "I LOVED the monster of the week episodes". I hated the conspiracy stuff and really, really loved the good standalone episodes such as the two Tooms episodes and "Home" from Season 4.

So I watched it, bearing myself for a mediocre film that I, as an X-Phile, would still love. Sadly even I, Jae "I liked Crocodile 2" Kay, could find little to enjoy in this movie. It was boring. This wasn't a monster of the week episode, this was just bad!

The love stuff between Mulder and Scully never did anything for me, and this movie shoves their relationship down your throat. The missing FBI agent story had me interested to start off with but went so slowly that by the time her predicament was explained I was not really interested anymore. And then we find out the reason for her kidnap is hardly supernatural and more pseudoscience... boring.

I wanted torchlit hunts through woods, I wanted Mulder to be happy and Scully to be constantly concerned and sceptical, I wanted some completely crazy explanation for the whole movie and I wanted it to end with a carefully worded report from Scully detailing why she was having none of it. I.e. I wanted a monster of the week episode and all I got was this crummy movie.

I desperately wish this wasn't the end for the X-Files but I also don't want the good times to be overshadowed by anymore rubbish and I thus, sadly, pray that they never, ever bring Mulder and Scully back. Thanks for all the fun, but it's time to move on.

Ann Widdecombe Really Must Be In The Wrong Party!

So Tories have been handed a pack containing vouchers for a lap dancing club (the Rocket Club in Birmingham) near their conference venue. To be honest this sounds like a very Tory thing: supporting a local business, with beautiful women. Sex and business are Tory MPs main concerns last I checked (I mean we all remember Baroness Young, she was always thinking about sex although that was more man on man action than "up to 50 of the most beautiful girls from around the world").

But nobody told Ann Widdecombe this:

Conservative MP Ann Widdecombe, a former shadow home secretary, told the Sunday Express: "I can hardly believe this is true.

"I know the Conservative Party is supposed to be modernising but do we have to throw every value out of the window?

"Can you imagine what our old ladies are going to make of it if they turn up there by mistake?"

Two things:

1) Male Members of Parliament, especially Tory, are world reknowned for their love of gorgeous women. This is not modernising. It's keeping the status quo. Modernising would be not having these leaflets in there!
2) I love the idea of "innocent" old Conservative women turning up at a lap dancing club and encourage the distribution of such leaflets to them under the proviso cameras are set up there to capture their reactions for the world to see.

Honestly Ann, what party did you think you had been in all these years?? Your own backbenchers shouted "melons" when female MPs got up to speak!!

Labour's Barbara Follett - one of the 1997 intake and one of "Blair's Babes" - says it is not just verbal abuse the female MPs have had to deal with.

"Sometimes when women got up to speak, some of the men - not thankfully on our side of the House - would put their hands on their chests, wiggle them around and go 'melons'. It was like a school boy type of humour," she said.

Considering....

...that I'm an unemployed bum, this weekend has been fiendishly lazy. If I were to say I've spent the last 48 hours doing absolutely nothing, I'd be understating my laziness.

I've got interviews next week so there's not much hope for the continuation of this laziness.

Just found out Rav Wilding is from Canterbury and lives in west Kent meaning Orlando Bloom now has competition for sexiest Kentish (FAMOUS) guy. We all know there's a fair few undiscovered hot guys living in Kent who'd blow those two out of the water...

As Kent has now lost it's place as Garden of England due to the high level of chaviness and the non-existence of England, perhaps a new title is in order. I propose "Kent: Land Of The Hotties". Sure I'm biased but after traveling a little around the country I have to say the talent is best in Kent.

Kentish Pride! :D

And Now A Word About Our Sponsors

Yes, it's my first ever "buy this product post". But I'm not going to be too pushy as the guys behind the product asked me to be unbiased. That I shall try to be!

We all get emails about "penis enhancement", suggesting quick cures and amazing results. I'm sure like me these either go into your spam folder directly or make a quick exit into the trash folder. Well when the guys from Peloop.com sent me an email asking me to write a post about their product, I thought "hell... why not?"; it's a blow against the spammers out there every time we support a legitimate business.

The peloop is a male enhancement product, and if you go to their website you'll find all sorts of nifty explanations (and videos) explaining how it works... basically it's designed to assist the bloodflow to everyone's favourite body part. It's well designed and comfortable so it doesn't get in the way!

So for the best in male enhancement pay a visit to www.peloop.com

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Kenzie was one reason to watch Celebair, but they sacked him. So let's not watch it and instead dream of Kenzie.

A Milestone

Today this blog should receive it's 300,000th visitor. Who knew that my little blog would get so many visits. Thank you everyone!

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Reasons to watch Crimewatch:

1) Render assistance to the police in solving crimes
2) Slobber over Rav Wilding, the sexiest man on telly.

Anti Anti Spore

Spore is a game that I am currently enjoying playing. I'm not going to pretend I'm not slightly disappointed by how easy it is, but that is more than made up for in the amount of different things you can design and do in the game. The possibilities aren't endless but they are close!

Steve has pointed out this blog. It's a "Christian" website devoted to insane ramblings and hatred against Spore on the basis that it is unChristian and supports evolution.

Now for any "Christians" who might come moaning on this blog about creationism being true and evolution "not being proved" please take a moment to read An Index To Creationist Claims and leave me alone. Thanks.

I don't mind you having an issue with Spore on the basis of it's lack of depth or, in your opinion, poor gameplay. But really... when you start to attack it because it supports evolution then you have lost your mind. It doesn't support evolution, it uses a vague, pretend form of evolution as a way to advance the game. If you are going to suggest it somehow supports evolution I'd say... no it doesn't! If anything it's all about creationism, the player acting as a God to create a world according to his own vision.

But it was good for the lulz. Complaining about the idea of "superior" species on other planets the blogger says:

"God would never create something better than himself, it is not possible as God is perfect in every way. And once again, I reiterate that man was created in His image."

So either what he is saying is that humans are just as powerful as God which would kind of render His omnipotence impotent as you can not be omnipotent when others have the same level of power as you. Or what he is saying is that God is able to create species in a facsimile of his image but without the divinity which would mean that superior species could exist in other parts of the universe and still meet that criteria. Or this gem:

"It seems Will has suddenly switched gears from evolution to creation and is trying to say that in 18 days, Spore users did what God did in 7. So all of spore users add up to 38% of God. Unbelievable."

Are you seriously trying to tell me that you believe that God spent just 7 days creating the Universe as it is now? What a lazy bastard! I wonder if these creationists know that by expressing a belief in a simplified creation they are undermining the complexity of their own God? Surely a God, all powerful and all knowledgeable would use a system more complex than simply calling things into existence to create our universe. Evolution could easily be accepted as a wonderfully complex and detailed tool used by God to create the world. Sadly the Christians lack the imagination to believe in a God of such depth and prefer their God to bow down to their pathetically low intellectual level.

Muchos FAIL awaits you over at that blog. But also a lot of LULZ! But I do feel sorry for the blogger. He's just there expressing his silly opinions and people have been rather mean to him in his comments. His beliefs can defeated without descending to the level of name calling and personal attacks

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Jeremy Simpson is the name of today's hunk. There are things this picture does to me that I cannot go into in detail right now, but needless to say... YUM!

Yoinked from the wonderful and nearly safe for work Dangerous to Know

Police In Congo Arrest Goats

Thank God the Deputy Minister of Justice is a little more intelligent than some of his police force. Whilst inspecting a jail he found a cell full of goats who had been arrested on the charge of allowing themselves to be illegally sold by the roadside.

The mind boggles at what sort of idiotic police officers they had working that day. Goats are property, not people!

Pub Night Out

Jim and I, Jim more than me, are frequent visitors to the local for drinks, random conversation and, more often than not, dinner. Well we kind of mixed things up a little last night by going out to town with a few folks from the pub. The occasion was Karen's birthday, and we met her and Denis at the local. We headed into town to the Porterhouse and had a few drinks while we waited for Graham and Hillary (also from the local).

Our original plan of going to a Mongolian restaurant was scuppered as the Mongolian restaurant had disappeared so we took a walk up to Soho and had dinner at CÔTE. It was good, I had rilettes to start and steak hache for main followed up by chocolate fondant for dessert. Yum.

Now Londoners out there... do you consider a walk from Covent Garden to Soho to be a great distance? I don't, but some of our party were making out it was the furthest they've walked in a long time. :s That sort of distance is nothing... I sometimes walk from Canary Wharf into Greenwich just for a change so I really don't understand people who think a 5 minute walk is a long distance.

Jim managed to get some of his American colleagues to get me some Reese's cups. Not the big ones they now sell in shops all over the place but the small ones that I so crave. Mmm... thank you Jim... P.S. Jim should you be reading this later today I apologise for eating all of them as that is what I intend to do right now...

What Is It With Doomsday?

The BBC has a great article about those convinced the world is to end, and more specifically those who think the world will end this Wednesday.

I'm never going to say never. The world could end in a minutes time. Or at least the human world might end if there is some form of accidental nuclear war. But I also think that believing the world is going to end any time soon is an exercise in self delusion, and to say we'll end it is human arrogance. People are so convinced about the all encompassing powers of humanity that they forget we are just starting on the road to true scientific discovery.

Global warming for instance is often portrayed as an end of the world scenario. People have actually insisted that all life on Earth might be extinguished. No, no, no. We might die. All our favourite animals might perish. But the Earth and life will continue and eventually we will be but a distant bad memory. Human arrogance never fails to astound me. The fight against Global Warming must be stated as "Bad for our current way of life, and for all we hold dear" and not as a Doomsday scenario. As soon as you mention the end of the world most people turn off and think "Crazy". They do this for good reason.

Many have made predictions for the end of the world and have been quite rightly mocked. How anyone can still be a Jehovah's Witness is beyond me. And these crazy people still exist out there. Just take a quick read over at Rapture Ready (go on, it's amusing if you pretend that these are not real people with real lives. Otherwise it's just depressing). These people don't just think the End of the World is coming but WANT IT.

I'm quite prepared for my life to be in the hands of some scientists who have not just researched what they are going to try but made it public for further scrutiny. That is far preferable to putting our lives in the hands of the naysayers and Doomsday believers out there. Roll on Wednesday when either science is advance a little, nothing happens or we all die. Two out of three are pretty exciting options so I like those odds!

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An oldie but goldie from Sexy Muscle Dudes

More Spore

Oh dear God. I'm addicted to Spore. It's so good. For a person like me, who is obsessed by God Sims and loves zoology, this is the ultimate game. LOVE IT.

I didn't know Neil Matthews is standing as the Lib Dem PPC in Folkestone and Hythe!! Sam you must keep my up to date with important developments like this, he is your father after all! Good luck to him! I'll make sure I pop down to help out with his campaign.

Otherwise... poverty continues. :( But I do have a solution... just need a nice round £100 pounds before I can put my (evil) plan into action... mwhahahahaha. Watch this space.

Spore!!!

So Jim returned from a trip to Lewisham with... Spore! :D I cannot contain my excitement.

I've been waiting for Spore for a long time and it doesn't disappoint. Simple, fun and addictive. I made some wonderful creatures before it came out using the Creature Creator but... the in game creation system is more akin to adaption and thus the results are quite a bit different!! I'm sure next time I'll create something a little prettier than what I've currently got.

Jae: Volume 3, Issue 16

Jim was meant to go flying today which was worrying me a little. I'm not a big risk taker myself and dislike the idea of someone I care about doing loop the loops in something that appeared to be little bigger than a Cessna. Thankfully due to the bad weather the whole thing was canceled and Jim brought back a McDonald's breakfast. Double mmm... Although I did feel bad for Jim as he had been looking forward to it.

Rachel won Big Brother which, given the high quantity of bastards in the house this year, was actually no bad thing. Out of the last 5 I would have preferred Sara to win as I think Rachel was far too forgiving of Darnell and Rex's atrocious behaviour but hey ho. At least Rex didn't win, which shows being an evil bastard does not pay!

I've updated my links to the "new" Blog List facility on Blogger. However... I experienced technical difficulties and I know I lost a couple of links at least. So if you were on my blog roll but aren't there now, let me know and I'll put you back on.

Plus any blogs with no posts for 6 months will now be deleted (except for Dubberley.com as I've been linking there for most of this blogs existence and I shall not be changing that link for love nor money [ok for money I might right now...])

On the money front... bugger. ;) I need about £100 to see me through until my next pay cheque (check for those in America). I'm thinking selling some things on eBay may be in order.

Jason Begs

Dear Constant Reader,

Please ignore this post if you wish, it's not obligatory to read but I'll make it brief! However my current financial situation is, how can I say, precarious. Thanks to having to leave my last dodgy job I'm now buggered whilst I look for another. I know in the past you have bought me gifts through my Amazon wishlist (which filled my heart with glee!) but now I ask that should you be able to afford to, and should you feel kind enough to spare the cash, I'm happy to accept any donation!

That's PayPal account jaekay@gmail.com

Pathetic I know... sorry... normal service resumes tomorrow.

Jae: Volume 3, Issue 15

So yesterday... I went into work after I was given an impromptu day off on Wednesday (because the other guys couldn't be bothered coming to work) and decided to bring up the subject of a "contract". Sadly they were not able to furnish me with one nor were they willing to make a goodwill up front payment to me to keep me from thinking they were up to no good. As I had no redress should they not have paid me, as I did not have a contract, I told them where to stick their job and left. Hurrah!

Jim and I spent most of the rest of the day down the pub getting more and more pissed. I don't know how many pints of cider I drank but it was.... quite a lot. We spent most of the evening discussing the fast approaching end of the world (day for your diary there folks... ;) ) and other such silly subjects.

Mmm... currently enjoying some Dark Chocolate Hob Nobs. YUM!

The gorgeous Mario Maurer is currently promoting Pepsi in a very, very cheesy advert...



Told you... pure cheese.

Stop Press

Today I resigned from my new job. They were going to mess me around and, as you Dear Constant Reader may remember, I've been there before back when I worked at Faulty Towers.

So I am an unemployed bum again. Woo!

What were those idiots thinking when they refused a soldier a night in a hotel? D'oh!

Gladiators: UK Vs. US

So the first series of the renewed Gladiators finished on Sunday with a Legends Return special (old Gladiators vs. new Gladiators = FUN!). Now they've started showing the American version ("patriotically" named American Gladiators. Does everything need to be called American? Do the viewers not think it a little patronising that the networks think they might think the show wasn't made in America??).

What a difference. And not a good difference.

The new Gladiators on Sky1 is fifty times more exciting (and less annoying) than the American version.

Firstly... the dark studio on the American version with godawful lighting and too much smoke puts me in mind of a dirty back street club rather than a TV show studio where they actually want people to be able to see what is happening. They have set up about 5 billion (a conservative estimate) cameras around their arena (and on their contenders) and like to flick between them relentlessly so you never really get to see any of the "action"... which brings me on to my second problem with the show.

It's slow. Powerball has no power. They treat it like American Football rather than a bloody Gladiator event. It's soooo boring compared to the fast paced British version. They called Duel, "Joust" (not to be confused with the British Joust event) but they can use their sticks to POKE each other. Hardly a feat of strength. In Earthquake they are allowed to do WRESTLING moves on each other. What a cheat. I don't know why, I suspect the angle of the cargo net might have something to do with it, but by the time the contestants get to the cotton reel (which has a ROPE on it. Cheats.) on the Eliminator they are so tired that they then proceed to drag themselves slowly around the rest of the course. The Travelator is longer than the British version but...

THEY HAVE ROPE ON THEIR TRAVELATOR!!

Yes, a rope. Shockingly rubbish.

The Gladiators themselves? Useless. Absolutely useless. They are all muscle and no athletic ability. Can't catch the contenders on hang tough. Can't win at duel. They need better Gladiators. Also... our Gladiators are so much more attractive.

And the contenders. So arrogant. I couldn't even begin to feel sympathy for them.

And, let me just say, thank God for John Anderson as our ref....that man has more charisma in his little finger than the American ref.

Our Gladiators is a cross between exciting action, good athletic showmanship and a little bit of cheese. Their Gladiators crosses total cheese with terrible camera angles and not much else.

Go Sky1! The American version proves Sky1 has got things right.

Jae: Volume 3, Issue 14

Things I've learned today:

I am faster than a bus on Charing Cross Road.
Charing Cross station is the hub for all those hot south east London men to congregate in at the end of their days toiling on constructions sites... generally in ripped clothing, with a little bit of dirt smeared on their face... OK... I'm stopping there....
There are more churches in London than people.
The people I work with are annoying.
There's another comic book shop near where I work. Bonus.
A dripping wet naked man still turns me on. Note to all.. if I use the words "dripping wet naked man" in a link from now on, you can bet your bottom dollar that they won't be safe for work (NSFW!!) but all the best parts will be covered up so for the not so prudish but still prudes out there you needn't worry about surfing over to links I provide on my blog. I've only once linked to a fully exposed naked man in a post, and that was the gorgeous Bel Ami model Mark Aubrey. Oh and we all remember the Kevin McDaid fiasco... better forgotten (also to those searching for pics of Kevin McDaid please stop leaving comments or emailing me asking for them... it's been a few years and I'm bored!). But I won't link, in a post, to fully naked men ever again...

I'm reading The Selfish Gene by Richard Dawkins. I know, I'm 30 years behind the times. But God, it's fascinating stuff. Really makes a lot of sense, and has made me view the theory of evolution completely differently and only served to reinforce the fact that creationists truly are wrong.

Interlude Three

Jim has started an email "relationship" with Spartan from Gladiators.


Jae is not amused, but uses the opportunity to shamelessly post a picture of the most handsome man on Sky1 (when the competition is Ross Kemp, that might not mean much but still...).

Jae: Volume 3, Issue 13

New job. New laughs. I won't say much as I don't tend to right about the place I'm currently working for... for obvious reasons... but I will say this:

My chair was built for a child.
The other people in my office (for which read the whole company, for which read 3 other people) don't do any work and appear to be doing this all as a hobby.
I got away hours early as the boss needed to close the office and go to Bristol.
I work two seconds away from a comic shop.

That is all.

Oh yes and I was brutally attacked licked to death by a giant Great Dane on the way into work. I want a Great Dane, they remind me of an over excited pony. I want one so much. And a cat. And a tortoise (I love tortoises!). AND another cat. Etc. etc. etc.

And some old man stopped me in the street and said "6'4"?" to me. Not even a hello or good morning. What is it with people who stop me in the street and their general lack of proportion (and lack of manners)??? 6'8" is somewhat different to 6'4". Idiots.