Not much to write about at the moment, so in the meantime check out this website. I found it on a website listing links to bad websites. This is really sickening. I mean the music alone is enough to make me throw up.

Hey all, sorry for the absence, but as most of you will know I was down visiting my good ol' friend Bridget down in Limerick for the weekend. I headed down on Fri afternoon - bus journey took ages due to all the traffic, if I had known I would have left earlier. Got down there for about 7pm, rang Bridget and she came and collected me from the bus station - which was really dodgy. While I was waiting there were these two absolute knackers arguing over why one of them was late or something along those lines. It was just difficult to tell exactly what they were saying since the accent was so bad. The fat bloke was giving out to his girlfriend/wife/pregnant daughter/hoe (delete as appropriate) for being late, then another equally pleasant friend arrived saying she was late cause she "got caught behind a fuckin' funeral". Charming. I was glad when Bridget arrived. Headed back to her appartment down by the quays, which was really nice, despite the fact that the 'house' next door was occupied by about 8 pregnant oriental girls with not a man in sight - Im thinkin black-market baby parts. We had a quiet night in Fri night and just caught up on all the gossip since I hadnt seen her for bout 2 years. Next day wandered around Limerick city-center (which took all of 5 mins) while Bridget was in work. We met up for lunch and then headed out that night with her twin sisters. Got absolutely shit-faced before hand on, you guessed it, a couple bottles of wine, so I was well in the mood by the time we went out. Ended up in one of the shittiest pubs I have ever been in in my life. I mean the place was an absolute dive. There was a pub downstairs and a bar and a little dirty wooden dance floor upstairs. But the music was good and after a vidka or two I was jiving away to my hearts content. I was just really havin a great time in her company, it must be said. I thought it was going to be really awkward but just seemed like always, which was cool. Next morning after a not-so-great sleep on the little couch in the apartment I was dragged to 11 o'clock mass - I mean when I went into the church I was sure I was going to burst into flames. Not that I don't believe and all that (don't get me started...that's for a whole discussion in itself), just that it had been so long since I had set foot in one. After mass went back to the parents house for dinner, chilled out a bit then said my good-byes and got the 3:30pm bus back to Dublin. Was pretty tired after it all, but really glad I went down - I just won't leave it so long next time. I'm hoping Bridget will return the favour so to speak and come up to Dublin for a right-old session.

I am really pissed off. Just spent the last half hour writing up a post for this fucking blog just to have the thing crash when I went to post it. Fucking computers. Fucking internet. I couldnt be arsed doing the whole thing out again so here's brief synopsis:


went out with Dave Wed night.......few drinks at home.......met Rob & Lousie in the Globe........went to Capitol bar.........left the other two, me and Dave went to Ri-Ra.........argument with Dave bout chatting up two "gay" guys in Ri-Ra..........not ready yet............work Thurs & Fri...........the George Fri night with Vicky, Ciaran, Rob, Carl & Stokesy.........Carl & Stokesy left for Q...............few more drinks................dancing on stage...............fucking bitches trying to push by me just cause they've got tits...........very hot and sweaty.........no luck scoring, but good night overall.............weird being there with straight male mates.........need to be more relaxed myself and disable straight-acting mode.......the end.

Just back from a long afternoon/evening in town. Met up with Mac for a bit of lunch. Went to Eddie Rockets and I had a very nice club sandwich. Worth paying the extortionistic (is that a word??, it is now) prices for the food. Spent the rest of the afternoon just wandering about, draggin Mac into the odd clothes shop here and there. Saw nothing I liked. Ended up just buying the latest copy of "Attitude" magazine. After reading most of the other gay mags around, Ive found that this one is definitely the best. Well written, with just the right amount of the all-important smutt. Trying to become a well-educated-in-the-scene queer. Struggling, but I'll get there - god bless Channel 4!

Met Eoin for coffee after Mac left and after Eoin finished work. Had a look of some of the photos he took whilst in Spain with Daire and John at John's apartment. There were a few gruesome looking scrotal shots in there, that frankly I would not care to look at again - I mean the lighting was just not flattering ;)

Just before I start this post, I have to clarify that Carl is not gay - some people got the wrong idea from the last post. Just cause I think he's hot doesn't mean he's gay.


Speaking of which, I was at a hosue party in Carl's house last night. Went over with Vicky and Ciaran. Bought myself two nice cheap bottles of red wine from Dunnes. Big mistake. Arrived and there wasnt that many people there but was pretty cool though, especially seeing as one of the neighbours brought his decks to the party and the music was aboslutely blasting. The neighbour (cant remember his name) is unbelievably hot, and I mean stunning. One of the best bods Ive ever seen - i really must start working out properly. Downed the first bottle of wine pretty quickly to try and overcome the whole nervousness of being in a house with alot of people I dont know. By the time I was halfway through the second bottle, I knew I shouldnt have gotten red wine. It was far to heavy and I was telling myself that I was going to pay for it the next morning, which I did. Spent most of the night chatting to Carls girlfriend who was really nice. There was a funny tea-bagging incident later on in the night when Stokesy passed out and Carl and his neighbour took full advantage of the fact (most of which I missed, damn!). The lump of chewing-gum that Vicky firmly stuck in his belly-button was also a nice touch. Besides that I did do a bit of dancing in the kitchen to the tunes pumping from the decks, although the tiled floor was dangerously slippy. Suprised I managed to avoid cracking my head open.

Amn't too sure what time I left, but it was after 3. Vicky & Ciaran kindly walked me home then went back to the party. Woke up this morning with a severe hangover. Not going to be drinking red wine for a while. Got ready for work, then decided I didnt feel up to it so I rang in sick and went back to bed instead. Spent the rest of the day watching Six Feet Under on dvd and also watched the film Chicago. Found it quite boring and skipped through most of the musical numbers, which basically means I skipped through most of the film. And I thought being gay and all would mean Id be totally into "all that jazz" but Im afraid not.

I came out to my sister yesterday too. She thought I was joking at first, then asked me if I was seeing anyone (that's the first question everyone asks me). She seemed a bit shocked by it. Im not too sure what way I expected her to react, but I suppose its better than screaming abuse at me at telling me Im going to hell. So it went ok. She says that it doesnt really make a difference, but I know it does. Think I should have waited a bit longer before I told her, but I figured I was going to have to tell her at some stage. Shes gone away for the weekend, so Ill talk to her again when she comes back, if she wants to talk to me about it. You think it would be the other way around but whoever I tell, they seem to want (and need) to talk about it more than I do. Im just glad she seems cool about it. But I still think I should have waited a bit longer.