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Still the coolest thing on the planet!
Her Madgesty
Madonna kicked off her Sticky and Sweet tour in Cardiff overnight.
These pictures, ripped from the UK Daily Telegraph and Agence France Press, show Her Madgesty strutting her funky stuff. And what good stuff it looks. And what good stuff it was…..apparently.
I wasn’t there but know, because for two hours from 6am today, I received text message updates from a friend in the audience. And while I was happy for him and very excited to find out what she was doing; I soon realised that all I really wanted to do was to throw my phone at the wall in a fit of pique and simultaneously Vogue.
Get into the groove Mikey.
Green with envy I think.
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Gold Medally Delicious
This is Matthew Mitcham. He is a gay Australian diver who won a gold medal at the Beijing Olympic Games. I love him! It’s real and it is true, and it has always been , and will always be the case. I just need to meet him.
I have not really got into watching these Olympics. I lost interest after the technology ate the performance at the Opening Ceremony when I was rendered unconscious by boredom and booze. But late last night, in a somewhat-stoned state, I was sitting alone on my couch watching the boys twisting and turning as they gracefully plummeted from the ten metre tower. Matthew’s final dive in the competition was so spectacular and beautiful, and his reaction so euphoric and lovely, I was moved to tears.
Here was a boy who beat the world, but looked so sweet, so humble and so darned cute.
Go you good thing!
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I am off to Queensland so ta ta for now. I might write while I am away, but I am suffering a severe lack of rage and distemper now that Kevin07 has toppled the evil rodent.
Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year to all.
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He had made the necessary precautions to meet his death in such a gruesome fashion. First, he had consumed a fairly large amount of Vodka. It would have knocked most people out and over, but Linus was made of tougher stuff. Secondly he wrote a will, not that there was much to give. All that he had to give was love and it had been lost when Simon had declared Linus to be the vilest person on earth and vowed that if he was ever approached again, Linus would be at the end of an apprehended violence order.
The will was a note, and the note was a piece of paper that tallied his life and the score was not good.
A man in a suit had noticed Linus running toward the train. He thought it unusual that a man be running headfirst into train, wearing a suit and brown brogues. The man considered it to be prudent that he should intervene and so he ran after Linus, crash-tackling him to the tracks, and with a role, removing the leaden weight of Linus to the slope of the hill that led to safety.
Linus was safe, albeit sore.
“Why,” he screamed?
“You looked like you didn’t’t have a ticket.”
And he didn’t. Linus was issued with a $150 fine, given twenty-eight days to pay it, and was warned by the authorised officer against holding others back.
