Tuesday, June 27, 2006

Holy shit I am 30! How did that happen? Surprisingly the world has not ended, I can still manage an erection and I have resisted the urge to buy a porche and sleep with my secretary. Not that I have a secretary you understand, it's a figure of speech. Sigh, say goodbye to the old me...



My week long celebration has started in fine form despite the Birthday phone call from my father who mentioned that he was my age when I was born and that "You could be just like Daddy if you found yourself the right woman and settled down..." Bless him, he still thinks that 15+ years of homosexual infamy is "just a phase".

Saturday evening I visited that bastion of bourgeois bum-banditry, Duckie where I met J, Ruthless and Twisty for the kick off of my 7 days of sin. We watched a dance troupe of senior citizens perform a piece clad entirely in towels and drank and danced away in gay abandon fully fed by the vegetarian Barbecue served up by Amy Lame. I also got to meet that fine hunk of manhood The Pirate King who you may remember interviewed me not a week ago. He is even more delightful in the flesh and has very nimble fingers.

Somehow I even managed to attract the attentions of a rather cute man in a white t-short who I am going out on a date with on Thursday. Ruthless spotted him looking at me before I did and so we did a brief walkpast for a better look and both agreed that he was indeed VFH (Very Fucking Hot), Bingo Kitty indeed. I then proceeded to forget about him as I chatted to my friends and drank more sugar based alcopops that one should really consume in a lifetime (or Newcastle). Upon leaving however he rushed up and asked for my number, no kiss, no conversation beforehand but an opportunity not wasted as we have texted since then and the date arranged. SO Birthday sex may not be completely off the cards yet. Watch this space...

Sunday I took Ms Marika Martini, J, Pan the Knacker and Liana to Leeds castle for the day where we managed to get hopelessly lost in this...



No, seriously I am not kidding we were stuck in that damn thing for about half an hour. Eventually the lady standing on the hill in the centre had to direct us out and all our illusions of being the Famous Five were dashed against the rocks. So instead we forget the lashings of ginger beer and ate a fabulous feast upon a mackintosh square, more photographs can be found at my FlickR account. Do feel free to look around.

More updates later in the week, my vodka hand is getting sore...

8 comments:

ariadneK, Ph.D. said...

Well, you're perhaps 30, but you're fucking cute. :-) Too bad I'm not a guy.

Great blog, take care!

pinger said...

Happy Birthday. They say 30 is the worse; 40 will be a lot easier.

but party on.

Vanessa said...

Ah Clint - Happy Birthday. I had a tip top time at Leeds Castle. Famous Five we were indeed! Celebrate in style, bonnie lad.

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Nick said...

Happy Birthday - my thirties have been the best years of my life thus far...so there is hope :)

kev said...

I did send you a Happy Birthday text but in case you didn't get it I hope you had a really good birthday xx

Gaymosexual said...

I did indeed get the text, thanks Kev, much appreciated!

And thanks to all you other guys/gals too!

Qenny said...

Aw, bless - getting lost in Leeds Castle maze. Still, you got there in the end, and it's worth it for the weirdly pagan grotto you get to mince through after you've made it.