bitful

South Africans do it better. But then the following day they disappear just before midnight, saying they're going to the toilet. I did the most idiotic thing ever, going all the way across town to this guy's place (we hadn't had a chance to exchange phone numbers yet) to check if he was alright (he [...]

As I was watching a documentary on the late Linda Lovelace last night on Channel Four in which she claimed she was forced to do what she did through violence and death threats, I started wondering why I have never heard anyone speaking out against the exploitation of men in the prostitution and porn industry.Is [...]

Marcus has written the sweetest poem to celebrate, and Google is today displaying a birthday cake on its front page (graciously leaving out 37 candles). Happy birthday Jonathan!

As I was having my tea yesterday (while reading the Guardian and listening to Toni Braxton with the TV on with the sound muted - yes, that's my idea of relaxation), I glanced at the telly, Model Behaviour was on (a sort of "Catwalk Idol" where they search for the next supermodels) and the Cheeky [...]

Tom has redesigned plasticbag into a clearer and streamlined version. Now it looks somewhat like bitful, only much more sophisticated (and with 300 times more content). I also discovered we found our inspiration from the same design at kottke, which I had seen in the past but could not remember exactly on which site.

Of course, I should have seen it coming, there's no question about it: I missed yet another deadline, this time concerning submissions to Chig's "50 Number Ones" project. My sole excuse is that I go through the internet with a clock in front of me ticking away and it sounds like "this is costing you [...]

An Italian friend has just emailed me the following:

go to google.it (I've tried the .fr, .co.uk and .com versions and it works)
type "go to hell" (with the inverted commas) in the search field
click on "I'm feeling lucky"

and marvel in stupour as you land on Micro$oft's site.

He's flying somewhere across the Atlantic now, drugged on muscle relaxers to overcome his fear of flying. I'm missing the MF big time already.

One million Ryanair seats on flights from Oct. 1st to Nov. 17th - now I have no excuses not to go pay a quick visit to la mamma.
The question is: do I really want to go back to a country where women think nothing of giving their partners sexy calendars as Xmas presents? A country [...]

Last Sunday I skipped the RVT for the second time in three and a half months. I woke up at 6:30 pm - and then had to go home and change into something a bit more comfortable than what I was wearing the previous night at Fist (I'm quoting the link from memory, there's no [...]

Does anybody know where I can find an audio file of the Trannie (as in Transylvanian) sisters performing on Popstars: The Rivals? I'd look for it myself (I am sure some mad, sad person out there has taped it and put it online), but I am still breezing through the net from internet cafes across [...]

I never ever ask where do you go
I never ever ask what do you do
I never ever ask what's in your mind
I never ever ask if you'll be mine
come and smile
don't be shy
touch my bum
this is life
we are the cheeky girls
we are the cheeky girls
you are the cheeky boys
you are the cheeky boys

If last week's [...]

I am in tears once again, in awe of someone half my age with twice as many balls.I'd better go, before I get sued by the internet cafe for flooding the place with my tears of self-pity.

I am fu@#ing sick and tired to be good.
I keep stretching myself to the limit and bend over backwards to be nice to people, I anticipate their needs and do little acts of kindness towards them, and no, not even one thank you. Sometimes even a "why the hell did you do that?"
No more. I've [...]

Can someone please explain to me what's so special about The Shadow Lounge that you normally have to be a member, and you can't normally wear shorts inside, to get in? (But we got in anyway)

You look for something all your life and never seem to find it. Somehow you come to terms with the idea that it might not even exist, and that you're chasing rainbows. Or you start thinking that you might have found it but overlooked it because you were focused on something else.
Then you find it. [...]

I hate having no internet access from home. I'm now sitting in an internet place in Tottenham Court Road, there's not much privacy, it's expensive, I keep being reminded by pop-up ads to watch my belongings, and Rodney is getting bored next to me, so I'd better go.

September 5th, 2001 - The Boiler Room, NYC - I met Rodney and Blake.
September 7th, 2002 - we will finally be reunited in London! Can't wait.

I'm moving tomorrow, and I won't have any sort of internet connection from home for a while. So, until I get a telephone line installed I find a job where I can be online and get paid for it, I'll have to spend most of my time (and money) at internet cafés around town.

I am absolutely intrigued by Chig's brilliant UK #1 singles bloggers' poll thing. I went through the list backwards just like David did, and immediately got transported into my own memories, then blank, then another short surge of strong recollections, then blank, then it was exactly like being in 1991, then blank again. I'm feeling [...]

I am not going to spend all morning popping bubbles, I must pack instead.
I am not going to spend all morning popping bubbles, I must pack instead.
I am not going to spend all morning popping bubbles, I must pack instead.
I am not going to spend all morning popping bubbles, I must pack [...]

Good luck to all the bloggers who have entered the Guardian's Best British Blog Competition (there are at least half a score on my sidebar that are truly deserving to win, should they consider entering - three days left to do so).
If, like me, you have good reasons for not taking part, go have a [...]

I just Googled a marketing agency that has contacted me for a job, as I normally do to find out more about potential employers, and I actually found out much more than I was searching for! Apparently one of their staff registered at Informed Consent, and one of the results was his personal page offering [...]

Things that make you go AAARGH:

a 20-minute conversation with my Italian accountant's secretaries who have received a two-page form to fill in (in English) for the reference check for the apartment - they do not speak English and the boss (apparently the only person in the office with some sort of foreign language skills) won't [...]

Went to see The Guru last night. Random thoughts: 1. Funny and uplifting, although a tad predictable. 2. What is it about New York that makes it look so fantastic on film (and that consequently makes you feel like you're in a movie once you get there)? 3. Third time I see Heather Graham playing [...]

Last night I dreamt I had a cigarette. The motherfu**er tasted mighty good, but afterwards I felt like shit for having it. I hope I'll use this dream to my advantage next time I feel like lighting up a cancer stick.
Another dream I had last night involved me acting as an agent on Her Majesty's [...]

M.? M.? And that would be…
Ooh, M.! I vaguely remember giving my number to a dancing and snogging partner in a red A&F t-shirt at 2 brewers on Saturday night. He wanted to go home with me but I said I was staying at a friend's (true) and could not take him back there (not [...]