oops

Ziggy has been very, very naughty...

Fit to Burst

I've kept a secret for nearly 3 weeks now... but cannot any longer.

My sister is pregnant. I'm very excited.

Although it may mean some quite major changes in my living circumstances...

The Black Hole

My weekend was a complete and utter blow out.

It started with drinks after work on Friday. After approximately 9 dry gin martinis, a couple of G&Ts and a few glasses of red wine for good luck; combined with no food; Ziggy ended up at house 'party' (after the three bars he was in) and left (not long after he arrived) in a whirl of confusion.

Problem being... once I sobered up a bit, I realised I didn't have my bag - which meant I had no wallet, no keys, and my mobile's battery (which was in my pocket) was about to die.

After calling OBF (Other Best Friend) in hysterics at about 1 in the morning, Ziggy ended up at home (after many and varied interesting adventures en route) at 4am - by feet. This is fairly impressive, as at one point (between the blackouts) I realised I was at Shepherd's Bush, which is probably a 7-8 mile walk from my house. Once I finally arrived home, I had to buzz the neighbour to let me in who put me in her spare bedroom as I didn't have the keys to my flat and FBF (Flatmate/Best Friend) had stayed at the party.

I felt sick with anxiety the next morning: What the hell happened between 1am and 4am (I only have sketchy memories (which scare me) and awful descriptions from OBF whom I called before my mobile died), where the hell was my bag?!, amongst others.

To be honest, the whole event really frightened me. Let's face it, London is a big city with all sorts of people in it, and who knows who I came across in the 3 hours I lost. It's a wonder I'm still in one piece at all.

It made me think very seriously about my drinking.

Bullies R' Us

I want Jodie "Feel sorry for me, I'm a victim of bullying, I just want to be seen for who I am, OH my boobs are so big, a TV show paid for my teeth to be done, let's pretend to be lesbians for Dennis Rodman's enjoyment, I'm a spokesperson for PETA but don't really know how to argue against the fur trade, I've had as much plastic surgery as Pete Burns but I'll bitch about his face because he looks like a freak" Marsh to be evicted from the Celebrity Big Brother house.

I don't give a shit that she feels she's been bullied. She's an idiot.




Pete Burns to win!

Bless the Tranny!

Boyfriend of the Week

I watched "Girl with a Pearl Necklace, oops I mean, Earring" last night on DVD and it made me dump Adrien prematurely. He didn't last as long as I thought he might.

Cillian Murphy is my new boyfriend. Yes, yes, he is.

I can't wait to see "Breakfast on Pluto" although it may put me off him because I don't find men dressed in women's clothing attractive.

But then again, maybe it won't, due to the fact that he's bloody gorgeous.

Rize Up

A very rare occasion: Ziggy speechless.

But that is what I was after I watched David LaChapelle's "Rize" tonight with OBF (Other Best Friend). It was such a treat after having been so disappointed with Matthew Bourne's sorry ass attempt at Scissorhands.

To see these young, dynamic (yet untrained!) dancers just doing something so completely fresh, new and instinctive was completely and utterly compelling. Like "Paris is Burning" for a new generation, "Rize" should get all the attention it can possibly garner.

LaChapelle has risen in my estimation from a fantastic but glossy photographer to a tender documentary film-maker with real social comment. The movie wasn't just a glossy observation - there was a real opportunity for the people in it to speak.

But enough of my praise.... CRUMP CRUMP CRUMP CRUMP.

Edward Scissorhands

I finally saw Matthew Bourne's "Edward Scissorhands" at Sadler's Wells on Wednesday night. I loved his version of "Swan Lake" so much that I've seen it on 4 separate occasions.

His new show, however, was a complete and utter disappointment for me. Matthew Bourne seems to have lost his ability to choreograph anything worth watching (or anything actually, as the first half had very little actual dance in it!) and in my opinion, the dancing was sloppy.

It wasn't all bad, the sets were amazing and costumes impressive - so visually it worked. But all I kept thinking was: Christmas Pantomime.

It felt like dance that had been dumbed down to make it more accessible for the masses. And after Bourne's most glorious vision for "Swan Lake", "Scissorhands" just felt sad.

Talking of Wankers...

Yesterday, my boss didn't come in due to a migraine. My new colleague (the one who suggested I should get myself a gaydar profile to find a boyfriend - from now on he shall be known as TWG - The Welsh Gay; because he is Welsh and Gay) asked if it was due to stress. Conversation follows:

TWG: Is she stressed?
Ziggy: Perhaps a little.
TWG: Do you get stressed?
Ziggy: Sometimes, but generally I cope OK.
TWG: Do you know what the best thing for stress is? I mean, if you can't go for a run or a swim or whatever?
Ziggy: No, what?
TWG: Masturbating. What you should do when you get stressed is go to the loo and masturbate. It really helps. I have a friend who wanks every single day, as he is in a very high powered position. Seriously. It really helps with stress.
Ziggy: Oh.

Um, I think I might have entered a parallel universe.

*photo courtesy of Nick Stephenson, all the way from Shangri-La...

Locals, Spitroasts and Bwankers (with a silent b)

I haven't actually had the energy to post since New Year's Eve... primarily because I didn't want/can't fully remember much of it.

A few bullet points:

• 4 very good, old friends go to my 'local' for New Year's Eve. The Fantastic Four are Ziggy, FBF (Flatmate/Best Friend), OBF (Other Best Friend) and MFP (Marito From Perth).
  
  
• Much champagne is consumed and the Fantastic Four decide to speak to random strangers to find new playmates.
  
  
• More champagne is consumed (as well as beer, whisky, gin and... never mind) and two new friends (both female) of the Fantastic Four invite us to some Wanker Banker's place up the road which turns out to be an incredibly glamorous bachelor pad.
  
  
• Wanker Banker (number 1) manages to completely despair Ziggy by owning a room full of original contemporary art, knowing pretty much NOTHING about any of it.
  
  
• More champagne (of Wanker Banker Number 1's) is consumed and the Fantastic Four have to save one of our new female friends from a possible scenario with the three Wanker Bankers. Fortunately we manage to get her out before the spit roast.
  
  
  
• Fantastic Four walk two new female friends home before heading back to our place at 4.30am, during which walk FBF falls and lands on her knee.
  
  
• Home at last, yet another bottle of champagne is opened which is drunk with cheese and tomatoes on toast until sometime nearing 6am. Ziggy begins to get random text messages from about 6 different people, none of whom he can remember.
  
  
• 12 noon New Year's Day. Ziggy's parents call to wish him a Happy New Year and Ziggy has to cut the call short (from Australia) to go puke.
  
  
• Ziggy pukes again. And again. And again. And again.

The Penultimate Day (was yesterday)

Yesterday, on the penultimate day of 2005, OBF (Other Best Friend) and I decided to brave the elements (icy winds, rain that felt like shards of glass hitting your face, etc) and go to the Tate Britain to see the Turner Prize. Both of us were quite disappointed in last year's prize (I really don't care for war in my art) but this year, it was a pretty good show.

My firm favourite was not, however, the winner. Simon Starling's work is a little too process oriented and 'high brow' for me - I appreciate what he is doing, but next to Gillian Carnegie's brilliant paintings, his shed/boat/shed just faded in to nothingness.

Gillian Carnegie's 'Black Square' paintings were especially enthralling. I couldn't help but think that looking in to them was like taking a glimpse back over an especially bad year (not that my 2005 has been especially bad, but I have had bad years before). A mass of subtle layers of thorns, trees, and distant foliage.

Another artist I 'discovered' in 2005 whom I would like to give a special mention to is Hope Atherton. In fact, I first came across her work in 2004, when I read an article about her dark paintings and especially her taxidermy work.

I forgot (in my excitement about Adrien my new boyfriend) to mention her amazing costumes she designed for the White Witch in Narnia - I think she may be one to watch out for in 2006.

Boyfriend of the week/month...

Yesterday I went with FBF (Flatmate/Best Friend) and CSL (Crazy Spanish Lady) to see a movie double of 'Narnia - Lion, Witch & Wardrobe' and 'King Kong'. It wasn't actually a double bill - we just decided we wanted to see both films. Quite the movie marathon - nearly 7 hours of viewing pleasure.

I loved both films wholeheartedly - but more importantly, came out of the films with a new boyfriend of the week (in fact, possibly month, as I really like this one. I think he may be a keeper.)

Adrien Brody makes me melt. Literally. He is charming, gorgeous, quirky, tall and has a fantastic voice. So congratulations Adrien. You are my new boyfriend of the week. Or possibly month. Depending on who else comes along.

Orphan Christmas

So, yesterday we had our annual "Orphan Christmas", which is basically just for anyone who has no family here in London or the UK to go back to for Christmas. When I first arrived in London all those years ago, I found Christmas really difficult, being so far away from my family. And of course, I still miss them dreadfully at this time of year.

However, our 'Orphan' Christmas is always a hoot. And yesterday I got messages from 3 separate friends who were all at their respective families, saying 'oh I wish I was there for the Orphan Christmas'. The thing is, that Christmas obviously can also be a bit stressful for some people with their families.

By about 10pm last night, there was a hall full of empty champagne bottles, and we were dancing around the flat to Madonna. Perhaps not that traditional - but who cares? We had fucking fabulous festivities.

Highlight of the day:

OBF (Other Best Friend) re-enacting Tracy Ullman's infamous 'hokey pokey' scene from John Waters' "A Dirty Shame". (Faces have been changed to protect the perverted).

Is you Madonna?

A friend sent me this link to this new version of Madonna's single Hung Up.

It really is rather fabulous.

Spanking, Anyone?

On Friday I went to drinks with a guy who has provided our IT support over the telephone for the last 3 years. He and I had dealt with one another mostly by email, and a little over the phone. Recently he had been fishing out more information about me and once he established I was gay, asked me out. I agreed, and subsequently we exchanged photos.

Upon seeing his photo, I was pretty sure I wasn't going to find him sexually attractive, but thought it would be fine to meet up anyway. I suggested we go to the Tate Modern and do the Henri Rousseau exhibition, and have a drink in the members bar afterwards. It is my typical suggestion if I am meeting someone I don't know very well as it is a gorgeous venue and very familiar to me, so I feel 'safe'.

Anyway - upon seeing him, I was struck by how much of a 'geek' he was. And I don't mean 'geek chic' - he was a geek in the true sense of the word. Now I find geeks quite attractive, so this was a plus for him. It was also possible he was on the autistic spectrum - his hands kept being sent outwards from his body in an awkward fashion, and he walked with a strange gait. He was obviously quite nervous - and definitely shy.

We did the exhibition (pretty average, as an aside) and then went to the bar. After a couple of glasses of wine and some (very, very) small talk - mostly about Macintosh computers and vintage Commodore 64s (this boy works in IT afterall); he suddenly mentioned his partner. I clarified that he was talking about his 'boyfriend' and he confirmed this. Obviously I was comforted considerably by this, as I assumed that this meant I was 'safe' from the "I'm not interested" conversation.

I decided to ask more about his partner, thinking this a safe line for me to take. How wrong I was. It transpired they had met online (which is fine, I have no problem with that), so I asked which website. He told me it was a 'dodgy' one, and when I pushed for the answer, he told me that it was a site for Bondage/S&M.

WHAT!?!?!

At this point I probably looked (and certainly felt) completely confused. Here was this shy, autistic, geeky 25 year old telling me he was in to Bondage and S&M. Which again, is no problem - I try not to judge anyone's sexual proclivities; I just didn't expect it. The conversation obviously then took quite a different route... and soon he was telling me that he'd been on an 'Introduction to S&M' course. I kid you not. Here I was telling him about my pyschometric training and he had been on Sadomasochism 101.

Stupidly, my assumption that I was 'safe' (given the fact he had a partner) was not the case. After several more glasses of wine, he said to me: "so, when are we going back to your place to fuck?"

um... NO was my short answer.

Tag, I'm IT

Right. Much like playing chasey in school, Blog Crack has tagged me, and therefore I'm IT.

Apparently me being 'IT' means that I have to reveal 5 things my fellow bloggers don't know about me. Here they are:

1. I was a professional ballroom dancer. Yes, in the style of 'Strictly Come Dancing' I started competing in Ballroom and Latin American dancing competitions from the age of 4 (no, really). I now only do the occasional class for fun in London and my muscles scream in agony as a result.

2. I'm starting a degree in psychology in February next year. It will be my second degree, as I made stupid choices the first time around. I'm very excited about it and will start psycho-analysing all of you in the process.

3. I once went to a clairvoyant who mentioned 29 names during the course of the 'reading', and the context in which I either knew these people, or would do. I knew 26 of them, and the other 3 I met the following week.

4. I used to tell all my childhood/adolescent secrets to my cat, who was given to me on my 7th birthday and died when I was 24. I used to whisper the secrets in his ear and then feel better because I had told him. He never told anyone else my secrets.

5. I once snubbed Kylie Minogue in a nightclub, when a friend introduced her as 'a fellow antipodean'.

He has never let me forget this.

Promotion, Promotion, (Self) Promotion

Well, I'm pleased to say I am now an accredited user of 'the test' I referred to in my last post. I'm also prepared to say that my cynicism was largely unfounded. The pyschometric test was probably the best I've come across.

That's not to say I still don't have my hesitations around these type of tests - or more the point, those who are implementing them. The major problem (in my opinion) is in the interpretation of the test - for example, the person who was 'feeding back' my test to me, wanted to concentrate on my 'risks' versus my 'strengths'.

Whatever ... just in case any of you are interested... my 'profile' came out as a 'PROMOTER'. A word picture to describe me follows:

* Very outgoing and forthright style
* Quick to speak out and give views
* Goal-oriented and self-promoting
* Thinks imaginatively and broadly
* Can intimidate quieter, less 'up front' people
* May be overwhelming and too rapid

So there you go... I'm basically a pushy, outspoken, overwhelming sales person. Joy.

The day I went psycho

As of tomorrow, I am going on a two day training course to become accredited in providing feedback on a particular type of psychometric test. It is a tool we have decided to utilise at work.

To be honest, I am not entirely sure how I feel about psychometric tests. I have actually had to complete this one myself before the training course; and although the tests themselves have been tested and retested to account for variability and reliability - I am still a bit of a doubting Thomas.

For instance... on the day I completed the test myself, I was feeling particularly pissed about the fact that I was having to manage a complete moron (yes, the very same who told me I should be getting myself a gaydar profile) and therefore have no doubt that my responses on the test reflect this.

A statement released by the people who created the test had the following to say about this:

"A person's mood at the time of responding should not have a major effect. The items in (the test) tend to be either historical, behavioural or attitudinal and therefore we would expect such items to be more stable across mood states than items which were, for example, asking for preferences. However, as always, if a respondent reports a major mood problem you should ask if they would prefer to retake the test. Note of course that the tendency to react to mood changes is one of the things that (the test) is measuring through Emotionality." So what constitutes a 'major mood problem'? I seem to have those on a daily basis.

Perhaps I will be more a believer once I get my results? I'll keep you posted.

gay 30 something

My new colleague at work told me yesterday that I should get myself a Gaydar profile. Apparently it is 'the only way to find yourself a boyfriend'. It took a lot of restraint not to hit him.

I hate Gaydar. I have tried it (some years ago), and found that most of the guys on there are just looking for sex. I mean, if a guy's main photo is a shot of his cock, you kind of know that he is not looking for a long term relationship. Which is fine, if that is all you want. I don't.

But something in what my colleague said struck a chord. Here I am, at 32 years of age, and at the moment am happily single (for now at least). But what about when that changes? I hardly go out on the gay scene now, preferring to frequent bars that are not 'sexuality' specific but rather, just good fun.

Part of me was angered by his comment and thought that if I'm over the hill in 'gay' years then that is just a reflection of his own insecurities. But there was another *small* part of me somewhere deep down that felt a little bit concerned.

Cosmetic Concern

Last night I had organised to meet a friend for dinner, but due to the fact he couldn't meet me until later in the evening, I decided to do some Christmas shopping (for my sins) while I waited.

On my way to Forbidden Planet (who am I buying pressies from there for I hear you ask? ME, of course) I happened to bump in to a friend I haven't seen for ages, and we went for a quick drink.

Now this friend of mine (let's call him UT for Ultra Trendy) is what I would call a beautiful looking man. And I mean beautiful in the true sense of the word. He has one of those faces that is perfectly structured - high, scuptured cheek bones, flawless skin, perfectly formed features. (Me? Jealous? Never...) I wouldn't describe him as handsome - he is most definitely beautiful. He was born here in the UK, however, his parents are both Chinese.

UT had been 'dating' a guy for a couple of weeks and wanted to talk about it. Basically, this guy had seemed really keen at first but on Friday UT saw this guy at Popstarz 'smutting' someone else. UT was understandably very upset about it.

What interested (and upset) me was UT's response to this situation. Instead of reacting as I would have done (the guy's a prick, I deserve better, he can go *&$£ himself), UT did the exact opposite. The entire time I was with him, he spoke about the fact that he was obviously unattractive; that he had decided this guy must have had a problem with the fact that UT was 'Oriental'; that all UT saw when he looked in the mirror was the shape of his eyes.

Now, I recognise that many people have self image issues, but what upset me most was the fact that UT's seemed to revolve around his ethnicity.

Who or what has given him the sense that being 'Oriental' made him a lesser/uglier person?

For today I am a child

I went to see Antony & The Johnsons last night. I'm not sure what I was expecting, due to the fact that some have said he's incredibly fragile and appears vulnerable on stage; while others have said he's just a fat old poof.

The gig was absolutely amazing. And Antony is everything (and nothing) that people say about him. He is fragile (that much is obvious from any of his song lyrics); but he seems equally strong and while he sung he seemed to be celebrating everything he was singing about.

A few interesting things about the gig included: during the songs, the audience was completely silent. And I mean completely. I have never been to a gig where the audience made NO noise whatsoever; also, that due to Antony's request, no-one smoked. At all.

However, what I found most interesting about Antony had to do with his physicality.

I think there are two (extremely broad) types of people with regards to the space they consume. Perhaps there is a continuum between the two broad definitions, I've not really thought about that in detail. However, the two broad groups are:

1: Those people who take up as much space as possible - these type of people seem to be on the number 13 bus every morning on my way to work. Standing in the aisle and taking up us much space as possible, having no consideration for others around them. These people don't have to be big - it is more to do with the way they place themselves.

2: These people try and take up as little space as possible. They are (overly) conscious of others around them and at the extreme end of the spectrum, probably wish they were invisible. I'm probably closer to this end of the continuum than the other.

Antony is 6'4 and said that during the gig that he weighs "200 and something pounds". He is a big, big man (... lady? bird? who knows) and one would think that his presence would be overwhelming. But it isn't. Just the opposite. He seems to take up as little space as possible (clearly a number 2 person) and instead... allows his voice to *completely* fill the space. And what a voice it is.