Scorcho

So Im here at this conference in Barcelona and I have never been so hot in my entire life. For the past three days its been 29 degrees in the shade, and with the unbelievably high humidity I think I've already sweated out a couple of people's weight! I think my body is starting to climatise - all I can say is thank God for air-conditioning. Have to say, 'tis a beautiful city, with lots, and I mean lots of beautiful Spanish boys walking around in very suggestive clothing - well my mind fills with many suggestions ;) Don't know if I'm going to be able to stick in though for the 10 days. I can feel myself already getting slightly bored, but that's maybe because all we've done is gotten up at 7 every morning (and I am not a morning person) to attend this bloody conference, that is on for another 3 days. At least tonight there's a banquet on, so might make a night of it and head out afterwards. Still want to check out the gay bars, but amn't sure if I'll get the oppertunity, esp since I'll have to go to them on my own. But I may find a way. I hope to meet up with a gay guy I made friends with while I was away on Erasmus in France next week, so hopefully I'll get to sample the scene then. Vamos!

Barcelona

Im off to Barcelona tomorrow morning, for 10 days. I'm going to a conference over there so its all paid for....ah the life of a postgrad is a good one! Staying in a hotel for the forst 6 nights, then a hostel for the last 4. I'm actually not as excited about it as I probably should be, but I'm going to make the most of it. Hopefully I'll be able to check out the scene over there - 'tis supposed to be a crazy one!
 
Anyway, as a result, my posts may be a bit irregular or non-existent for the next few days, just in case you get all panicky thinking "Oh my God, what's happened? Where is he gone? I simply cannot go on living without the witty observations of the one they call Grover!!", cause I will be back.

Pride t-Shirt

Just for an excuse to see if I can post a picture correctly...here's the tshirt design I wore at Pride '04.

Fabulous, isn't it?!
(Thanks to Mac and Sad Peter Pan for their input)

I'm Famous...Almost

So I was in the boyf appartment, flicking through the latest copy of Scene City magazine the other day, when, to my shock and amazment, I came across a page containing a description and address of this very blog! I mean way-to-go me! What started out as a passtime to fill the hours of boredom has actually turned into something of a publicity whore! I mean, I'm practically famous, well my blog is. Only problem is now I'm going to have to start writing some decent stuff rather than the usual crap (as contained in this very post). I'm going to be ever so more articulate, descriptive, eloquent even; displaying my flair for the english language and all its intricacies, including my extensive vocabulary......the fuck I am!

I suppose I must say a warm and moist "Hello!", complete with crooked wrist, to all you readers who have found me through the afformentioned article in Scene City magazine! I hope I haven't scared you too much anyway. Underneath all this neurosis I'm actually a nice guy :)

Happy Pride!

...just forgot to say it. Get out there everyone and be fabulous!

Eileen, you dirty little bitch!

To my delight I won two tickets to Glitz on Tues night, for a "shorts n shades" pary, although there was little present of either. The place looked the exact same as it always does, even though they claimed it was going to be decked out especially. Well, unless you called a couple of paper suns and a rainbow flag banner decked out. I brought the boyf along. We bumped into a few of his friends, which was nice, including his last ex. And I mean, the ex. The one he is still friends with. The one I was nervous about meeting, but he seemed nice enough. I'm doing my best to not care about the fact he's still friends with him, and in fact I don't really care, although saying that makes it sound like I do care. But I really don't. Which is weird for me, because I'm usually way over-analytical and neurotic about these sort of things, as most people know. I am settling into the whole idea of being in a relationship with someone...i.e. realising that it's not all about the sex, and I'm doing my best to just go with the flow. It seems to be working so far.

Went to see Beautiful Thing in Andrews Lane on Wed night. It was on in the teeniest tiniest theatre I have ever been in. Talk about intimate - the cast were practically sitting on the audience's faces. It was very good and got me thinking about how The Closet Years ^tm were for me growing up, and how much better life's been since.

I had a decent straight night out last night, for Sad Peter Pan's birthday, in Doyles of all places. I am much more self-conscious now dancing in a straight pub, prob due to my developing gayness, and also due to the fact that straight people can't really dance. The whole jittering about is fine....fine if your at a wedding dancing to fucking Come On Eileen, a song which apparantly has a sexual meaning behind it. I don't think I need to explain that one.