Archive for May, 1999

Days Of Wine And Roses

They are not long, the days of wine and roses – Ernest Dowson, British Lyric Poet ..and just as quickly as he had appeared, he was gone… This seems to have been an ongoing theme over the past little while. It started with the Jess and dOm “thing”, was prevalent in the movie that I […]

Teetering On The Brink

If you don’t want to get covered in hamburger I suggest you get out of here – X-Files With blatant disregard for the weekend, the events of the past couple of days and the lovely ICQ session I just finished with Jess I shall give my complete and undivided attention to myself and an event […]


When I meet a man whose name I can’t remember, I give myself two minutes; then if it is a hopeless case, I always say, “and how is the old complaint?” – Benjamin Disraeli, British Statesman I know how awkward it is when you meet someone for the first time and they say “yes, we’ve […]

Writing From The Heart

He was calling her bitch I was calling her baby, He got the finger I got the lady – Sir Mixalot, Mack Daddy I still read my way around the internet. I am engrossed with my favourite journals and in perpetual search of new and diverse lives in which to soak myself. However, of late, […]


Do you remember, Chalk hearts melting on a playground wall? – Marillion, Kayleigh In my enthusiasm I have neglected to link anybody I have mentioned recently and for that I apologize. The links are available through the "I hate to see you leave" page but also deserve a mention here, in the context in which […]

Shockers Part 1

You’d better come inside, they’re starting to turn on George. – The Wedding Singer My return home brought news I was not expecting. The first piece of news I saw when I finally got the chance to turn on the Television was that Owen Hart had fallen to his death during a WWF show this […]

The Spilling of The Beans

The way she spoke and laughed at my jokes and the way she rubbed herself against the edge of my desk – Billy Bragg, Brewing up with Billy Bragg What was the cat doing in the bag in the first place? There was a message on my phone when I called the office, it was […]

Waa Waa Waa

What if I want to rock and roll all day, and party every night… Is that wrong? – In response to Kiss I long for the days when I lived alone. In fact, I would go so far as to say the I hate having a roommate. It’s not the individual, it is the complete […]

I Love Lucy

There are two types of women – goddesses and doormats. -Pablo Picasso I am obviously not going to live this one down for a while. It started as a simple enough trip, a lunch, some conversation and the resolution to the IPX problem we had been experiencing. I headed over to Branson and met with […]

Passing Notes (The More I Know)

Hot Show She’s my Technicolour disco -Prozzäk, Hot Show. I told some of you in an email that I had a crush on someone. Today I asked about her which, in retrospect, was an old fashioned end-around to letting her know I noticed. Yes, it was the graduate version of note-passing, but I just wanted […]