sheldrake

Boyfriends are good, aren't they? Not mine, of course (his lack of existence counts against him) but other people's. The sidekick's new boyfriend, for instance, has turned out to be extremely useful - last night he came round with rum, vodka, wine and a Queer as Folk (UK of course!) box set, and we watched the entire first series in one sitting. If anyone wants to find me, I'll be down at the Church of Russell T Davies, a-worshipping, thank you.

But that's not all. Another of these Boyfriends has offered (fingers crossed, hopefully, maybe) to drive me (and the Boyfriend, of course) to Milton Keynes to see... *appropriately awed whisper* Billy! Yes. And... Andy Serkis! And! Loads of people who I have no idea who they are! And maybe even a handful of you fingers crossed fingers crossed.
I like boyfriends.

So I've been watching the news, and annoying people who wanted to not watch the news, because I basically hate the thought of terrible things happening to people across the world, and these things being done in my name, and me just sitting here all oblivious, watching 'The Salon' or something. I hate that thought. I find it repulsive. Not that there's anything particularly wrong with watching The Salon (apart from the fact that it's as dull as ditchwater) or indeed the entire first series of Queer as Folk (which isn't dull at all), but you know what I mean. I just need to know what's going on.

Anyway.

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Everything changes. You can make
A fresh start with your final breath.
But what has happened has happened. And the water
You once poured into the wine cannot be
Drained off again.

What has happened has happened. The water
You once poured into the wine cannot be
Drained off again, but
Everything changes. You can make
A fresh start with your final breath.

Bertolt Brecht

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Because I wish for peace