Meenzer

I suppose there must be, but everyone's so body-obsessed that there's no reason to generalise like that when you could be talking about specifics. Incessantly and in gruesome detail. Aye, yous lot do tend to be canny buff like. You sound a bit dismissive of it all though. Do you prefer a bear then, Martin? Definitely not a bearhugger like. A normal-looking bloke who knows how to look after himself a bit but isn't body-obsessed is fine by me (and it's not like I'm in any position to demand much ). But apparently this makes me strange and unusual in homo circles. Figure that one out.

I suppose there must be, but everyone's so body-obsessed that there's no reason to generalise like that when you could be talking about specifics. Incessantly and in gruesome detail.

L.A. face with the Oakland booty, y'all.

"Hello, my name is Nigel..." No it isn't you lying twat. It's when they pronounce it "Niggle" that you start to get suspicious.

What, not only am I not allowed to spell it T-e-h for comedy value, but the automated txtspk-zapper fucks up the capitalisation too? How rude

the Gays love her. Although you could get some great entertainment by locking a Madonna Gayer and a Kylie Gayer in a room and letting the cameras roll.

I don't really think of balsamic as 'vinegar', the only true vinegar is malt. But balsamico is fantastico () on salads. Got a tomato, cucumber, mozzarella, pine nuts, pesto and balsamic vinegar special lined up for lunch the day.

Class

The Hazzards - Gay Boyfriend It's glittertastic, folks.

God no. Can you imagine the high-pitched squeaking?

Rather see Joe Pasquale in the boxing ring tbh

You know Meenzer will be like a gay with a sore bum when he see's that rash generalisation!!! As a Guardian-reading lib-dem gay (not sure about the intellectual bit), I couldn't possibly comment...

An album by that nice young lad Alex Parks.

Heading out for a mad one (well, as mad as it gets these days - a quiet meal and a mug of Horlicks) tomorrow night, so just going to kick back tonight, whip up a stir-fry and find a fillum to watch. Aye, this is for your birthday,yes? Martins told me he was going to get a goal just for you! I made a stir fry for the other half last week, i only had too mouths full, far to hot. Belatedly and indirectly for my birthday, aye. If it was actually my birthday, Martins'd be promising a double hat-trick and I'd be on the hot chocolate. He did get you one. Bastid linesman.

I did have a pang of pre-emptive guilt while writing that. You're like the Catholic Church or something.

Meanwhile, Alan Green on the radio is still a total and utter cunt. Someone needs to tell him that, even if you have a good point (which is rare in his case), it doesn't get any better if you repeat it incessantly for two minutes with your stupid whiny voice getting higher and higher each time. Twat.

Cracking wheeze, Gromit!

There's no comedy injury he's immune from, is there?

James haircut looks like something from the 1940's The mad old bag lady next to me in the pub reckoned Rudolph Valentino. I say it was more Peter Mandelson...

Cheers for the reminder, I was about to leave the house without taking my meds. Hey Martin. Please forgive me for not texting last night. I can't make it out today. Things went a little better than I expected last night. Aha. No worries. Just heading Bond Street-wards now. I'll have an orange juice for you.

Cheers for the reminder, I was about to leave the house without taking my meds.

Oi, that's my pet grooming name for him!

Load of bollards tbh.