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Dame Edna Experience in great form yesterday: "My friends call me Flora, because I spread easily and I've been with everything in the fridge"

(note for bitful people from other universes: Flora is a kind of margarine, and The Fridge is a club in Brixton that hosts the Saturday gay night Love Muscle).

Meteor shower tonight after 10. I wish I had a boyfriend to lay in the garden with a bottle of bubbly and cuddle up looking at shooting stars and making wish upon wish.

Beautiful Bitful Brighton. I got there in a foul mood, mainly due to a very disappointing date the previous night (advice: when your date constantly asks you the time while having drinks, and if asked why, he answers "I just want to get into Substation before midnight" while politely inviting you to join him, there [...]

The Yankee blogger has a cool guestmap. The Yankee blogger has very persuasive kick-ass threatening ways of making you sign it. I fell for it. And so should you.

Who is the most shaggable Six Feet Under (male) character? Vote now!

It's Friday and - dare I say this? - I stormed through this week kicking some serious ass.
I'm probably still on a high from a fabulous weekend, and there was no sign of Tearful Tuesday or Weepy Wednesday. Nor of Touchy Tuesday or Witchy Wednesday for that matter.
I was seriously fearing a Tragic Thursday but [...]

Some bloggers get to be in the Guardian, others end up in Boyz. I guess one gets what one deserves.
Actually, it might not be very wise to advertise this here, as I've just found out about it via Marcus, and I haven't got my hands on the paper yet. Do I look good? Where was [...]

These days I only allow myself a handful of silly thoughts per day - if I had it my way I would live entirely in my own fantasy world.
So, today's totally useless question is:
has Paul Cattermole walked out of S Club 7 so that the others would have a chance to go to Riga on [...]

While we're talking food:

Sasha is currently being a no-wheat, no-refined sugar, no-dairy queen;

Tom is on what he describes as "a weird low-carb diet";

Keith had to cut back on regular soda and lost 15 pounds over two months last year;

Jonathan went on an Atkins blitzkrieg to get into his jeans again;

And I have started watching carefully [...]

I want it now! Any easier alternative to sheer willpower that might help me curb my excessively healthy appetite will always be more than welcome.

This David guy from Six Feet Under and I, well, how can I put it, we seem to lead parallel lives at the moment, according to his experiences from the past few episodes. With just one difference possibly (well, maybe two, as I don't stitch up dead bodies for a living): what he walked away [...]

Fuck. Fuck. Fuckety fuckety fuck.
I got home at 11, made myself a cuppa and rewound the tape I used last night for Six Feet Under.
Curling up on the couch with the snug confidence that originates from the thought that I could skip all the ad breaks, I started watching what everyone around me had told [...]

One of my best friends is dating one of David's best friends. Does that make us bloggers-in-law? And shouldn't more arrows be added to the RVT relationship chart?
But hang on, David is supposed to be one of my daddys. This is getting a bit confusing. And slightly incestuous.
And now it turns out I have a [...]

You might not be incredibly tech-savvy and wondered (just like me) why sometimes on websites e-mail addresses are spelled something like: "(remove_this_bit)luca@bitful.com", or "mailatbitfuldotcom". It's simply in order to prevent crawling applications from going through your code, identify any email addresses there are in it and inundate you with junk mail.
A few days ago I [...]

Crash last night was awesome. And I had no trouble at all in spotting Mike, as he was standing next to me with the trademark killer smile that he sports on his homepage. And anyway, the checkered shirt that was hanging from his beltloops cast away any doubts I could possibly have had.

Off to Crash now.
If I manage to spot Mike in the sea of disco tits on horse tranquilizers, I'll definitely go and say hallo to him.

Ah, bliss.
Friends' barbecue cancelled due to bad weather, hence prospect of whole afternoon in bed with fat Saturday Guardian.
Note to readers outside the UK: the fat Saturday Guardian is not an overweight custodian who gets in bed with me once a week, but the weekend edition of a national newspaper.

If this morning was a colour, it would be Orange.
And if my going out habits were a TV programme, it'll have to be E! Weekly.

Please welcome Sashinka among the Bitful people on the right-hand column.
A much-needed bit of fresh air worth a special mention, as I realize that I had been mainly reading weblogs written by gay men (or people who claim being gay men, for all I know some of them may very well be 75 year old [...]

One takes great care in rearranging one's CV for a specific vacancy, phrasing the covering letter just so and making sure one meets the deadline, and what does one get as a response?
So you are to late the position has closed.
Nothing else; no signature, no 'hello', 'goodbye' or, goodness forbid, 'sorry'.

Somehow I have the feeling [...]

Now, if only this disturbing ringing in my left ear stopped bothering me, and I could thus regain full 360° hearing, I'd be in heaven.

You can never be too rich, too thin… or have too many friends in the media/entertainment industry.
I simply mentioned casually that I'd never been to a West End show and, courtesy of my friend Ian, I'm off to see My One And Only tonight with him.
Here's what the Guardian's weekly entertainment guide says about the [...]

Oh dear. Poor Diana spent ages morbidly striving to be thin, and now they're commemorating her with a big round thing.