I have returned home, drunk, once more from The Roxy and have this strange urge to write.
It is approximately 3.45am. I have had half a bottle of white wine, two double vodka and lemonades and a bottle of Diet Coke that Liza had some experiment with.
The music was surprisingly good tonight - either that or I am so plastered that anything will be pleasing to my ears right about now. In fact, as I type, I am listening to Ray Lamontagne - which you'd think would be a complete come down from a night out but I'm finding him to be utterly perfect right now.
Apparently it is going to be 29 degrees tomorrow so my plan is to go over to Primrose Hill and lay there until I am so dark people question my race.
I was a bit miff about the fact that there wasn't a large crowd going out tonight but to my surprise and absolute pleasure we bumped into a group of guys that I have not seen in forever. They were the boys who we used to hang out with when we were about 15 and it was really nice to see them again.
One of them said to me "Oh, you know, I've read your blog" - "Oh yeah? That's so great, what do you think?" -
"Well... If I didn't have porn..."
Really, guys? When I put up photographs or wonderful editorial spreads of beautiful women who may or may not have their breasts out, you don't see it as artistic, you go and have a go? Sweet.
Here's some more porn.
Bo Don by Alex Freund for Gravure Magazine:
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