Summer...

Summer has arrived. I'm not getting used to it though as it'll probably be freezing tomorrow and pissing down with rain. Still, I suppose I'd better enjoy the sunshine whilst I can.

Currently listening to Heartbeat by Jose Gonzalez. It's the theme tune of the Sony Bravia advert. Quite possibly one of the most beautiful adverts ever. The one with the multi coloured bouncing balls...sublime.

The office is in turmoil. Evil bosslady is leaving at the end of the month. I certainly don't want her job. Too much work, too little money. There are days I feel like Elaine from Seinfeld working at Pendent Publishing. You know, days when she does nothing, but nothing...and yet does so much. I also have those Elaine days when the stuff I do is as worthwhile as Elaine buying white tube socks for her boss. Not that I've ever done that. I mean, white tube socks? What the fuck...?

Today I am wearing very comfortable brown shows. They are quite wide, almost like Ronald McDonald's shoes but not quite. And certainly not red. Ronald Mc D...that paedophile.
Anyway, brown shoes, white shirt, jeans and a brown corduroy jacket. I mean, how liberal arts professor is that? I'm practically the professor-guy Joey was fucking in Dawson's Creek. Hot.

Now listening to 'I want to be Sedated', the Shonen Knife version.

BSP has gone and abandoned me. He's looking at vaginas in Ireland. Purely as part of his medical training. I assure you. Or rather, he assures me. BSP's less straight brother is still around but refuses to come out and play as he has exams. EXAMS?! I ask you...

I think a defriending is in order. I have too many people called 'James' in my phone anyway. One less won't make a difference.

Brian and Hot Bescher- I am still inflicting myself on you this summer.

I performed a testicular self-examination in the shower this morning. I perform them weekly. Usually, I try to get someone else to do them for me and I reciprocate, but today, I thought I'd do it myself. It was great fun. I couldn't stop. 45 minutes later, the bathroom was so steamy it was like a, erm, steamroom. The German and the Belgian were pounding on the door, desperate for a dump. But I didn't care. On no...I was in a world of my own. Just me and my testicles. 'Scrotum' is a much under-used word, no?

And old friend I haven't seen in AGES is coming to Oxford this weekend. We were at Cambridge together but then we lost touch and whilst I used to think about him sometimes, I didn't bother getting in touch. Mainly because I thought we'd having nothing to say to one another after all this time. Anyway, Conrad, photographer extraordinaire mentioned a guy he knows who was at Cambridge who he met in NYC last year and they'd kept in touch and what a great guy and did I know him? Turns out I did know him! Anyway, short story, long...he's coming to Oxford this weekend.

What a weird coincidence though. Cambridge friend left Cambridge bummed around for a while, ended up in London, went to India, did some other stuff, went to NYC on holiday, met Conrad, went back to NYC, stayed with Conrad, Conrad comes to Oxford to see and photograph me, mentions Cambridge guy, I exclaim 'holy fuck!', I get in touch with Cambridge guy, Cambridge guy comes to Oxford to visit me. Strange but true.

Now listening to: Love Is No Big Truth by Kings of Convenience.