b r a v e c r e a t u r e s

If you are a tourist in London I would recommend avoiding travelling on the Tube weekdays between 530 and 700 pm.

Not to put too fine a point on it, Londoners* are now permitted, by Mayoral order, to beat you senseless with your travel guides and day packs.

It was a long trip home tonight, and after being savaged by a Dropbear, I am no longer a nice person. Don't let the sunny exterior fool you.

*yes, this now includes me

Ok. I an coming to recognize I have an addiction.

Yes folks, you read it here. I am admitting it oir the world to read - or at least the 4 people and 87 bots that read my blog with any regularity (yes I know who you are). I am addicted to iTunes, specifically the purchase of TV and Movies.

There was a snaffu* with my US credit card on the weekend and as a result I was declined the rental of "Clone Wars"** until I sorted it out. I felt I'll, I had the shakes, I couldn't focus. Classic cold turkey.

Tragic really.

You would think I could come up with something more interesting, wouldn't you.

K, T and E, my directors from film school would tell me that this is likely to be the cinematic gods protecting my pschy from a heinous travestey, but I would beg to disagree. I was permitted to rent (ok purchase) the recent Brendan Fraser (not aging well) "Journey to the Centre of the Earth" - no argument.

This is a film of epic predictability and shakey digital effects which stays in the memory only because of a glancing connection to a Science Fiction and literary classic. While I wasn't actually scarred by watching it, I was cushioned by a mildly dazing hang over, pizza and a could of "glasses" of spicey Italian Pinot Gris.

I did also place myself immediately under** a doctors care, which really helped.

*Namely I didn't pay the bill on time

**Technically it was actually over rather than under, but same same

At the end of 2005 I started this blog for two reasons. Today it seems those reasons are freshly relevent.

The first was as a way to practice writing. I had been at film school for 9 months, and according to my lecturers I didn’t completely suck at it and perhaps working on it regularly would help improve things. I feel like it’s really time for me to focus again on some of the parts of myself that I have, to a lesser or greater extent ignored since I have come to London. This is one if them.

The other reason for writing was as an outlet for the things I was thinking and feeling in relation to the end of a long relationship. While that one is now well behind me, the battlefield that is dating amongst gay men in London takes it’s own special tole, and it needs an outlet too.

Absense doesn't always make the heart grow fonder.

Sometimes it just makes it cold and sad.

Fuck it.

In four or five months, you people here in London are going to be bitching about the cold and the lack of sunshine. At that point I want you to all stop and look back at this glorious summer.

It's really been spectacular. Sunshine, warmth and plenty of adventure to be had. If there is no light with out shade - here is the light.

Enjoy.