The Missus keeps forcing me to write. Nag, nag, nag…she goes. Finish that novel, she says. Blah, blah, blah… So now I fill the gaps in-between my freelance writing work with…WRITING! GAK!
Stupid bloody novel. I hates it. I hates it, I do… I know what you are going to say. You are going to say, “What’s it about, Darren?” and I say, I don’t know. I am not even sure if it is a novel. At the moment, it is a series of dubiously connected monologues chronicling the angst and despair of 21st Century London. Or it could just be heap of unreadable horse-shit…
Anyway, the BBC website (god bless it, that’s where my £125 a year TV license fee goes, so that any filthy herberts from around the world can access information I PAID FOR…the bastards) informed me that today, 24 November 1991, Freddie Mercury died. I remember that day only too well. Cold and miserable and travelling via the tube to University. Bah…
Also on this day, the band Electric Six release their cover of “Radio Ga Ga”. I saw this video last night on TV and I was in mixed minds about it. Part of me thought it was offensive and part of me thought it was the funniest thing I’d seen in ages. I really love the Electric Six.
I’m gonna take ya to a Gay Bay
Gay Bay
Gay Bay…
Anyway, enough of that, roll the video, Henry!
Windows Media
http://mfile.akamai.com/9139/asf/stream.wmg.com/wmi/uk/electric6/Electricsix_radiogagaWin_hi.asx
Real Player
http://mfile.akamai.com/9139/rm/stream.wmg.com/wmi/uk/electric6/Electricsix_radiogagaReal_hi.ram
Last night, I also watched a TV programme where a couple were instructed by two “experts” on how to have sex properly. Highlight for me was the disappointed look on the guys face when he told us how his partner had told him that she faked an orgasm: “None of my other girlfriends ever did that,” he said. But behind his eyes you could see the fear and doubt growing. Then there were plenty of clips of his white buttocks pumping for dear life…ahhhh, this is the apex of British TV. THIS is what I pay my TV licence fee for. He humped and humped and humped, but was getting nowhere.
“It’s like trying to push a sausage uphill with your nose,” I remarked, before changing channels. I never did find out if the experts got this guy to make his girlfriend cum…not much of a cliff-hanger, was it?

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