:: Concorde's Final Flight ::

...so we're at bAsTaRd, right? an' its the hottest one evahhh. might be 'cos this is the most people Tigger's ever dragged down here. an' my Iraqi Info Minister T-shirts wet through in 2 minutes from the sweat an' spilled beer. so we're moshin' down at the front, right? me an' Tigger's mate. an' the DJ wants a lighter, so I chuck mine over, but it's ok, he's got one already. so I swim through the crowd to get it back, cos I want a fag now too. an' there's a fuck-off queue for the pisser and the bar, an' we go outside to get some air. have a bit of a chat with Churchill. so when we get back in, it's like walking in an oven full of writhin' eels and Tigger's chatting/arguing with some bloke, an' a rush of air heralds the arrival of... BARBA REI. an' the crowd's cheering their heads off as a 6-foot model concorde is brought in over our heads, led by a man who's dressed like a fly. an' the Freelance Hellraiser comes on, the fly guy has a snake on a stick, an' he's dangling it in our mouths. an' someon'e waving a flag, but I can't read what's on it, an' people are usin' it to wipe the sweat off their faces. an' then Tigger turns to me an' says...

"Isn't that Red T-Shirt Boy? I'm not sure, he looks really short, though. Do you still think he's cute?"

Mmm, well. I'm not so sure now. I suppose he still is. That was bAsTaRd - a bit of a blur. It rocked as usual - as did we, according to Tigger. We we're both lucky enough to have brought dry clothes to wear on the way home. No doubt the usual embarrassing photos of the gurning throng will soon appear. I hope not to be in too many of them. Other than that, I've been busy trying to complete a project at work (*yawn*) before one of my bosses gets back (*double yawn*). Did this stop me taking the geek test? I hear you cry. No. I'm officially 15.3% geek. Certainly better than my "pikey test" score... I also read that Joel Veitch's fab RatherGood has won an award. Woo! and Yay! to the dancing punk kittens. Red Rum's been keeping an eye on the news and espousing the virtues of the Buzzwordometer. This fiendihly clever tool will assess the relative "buzzwordosity" of different sites (at present: Microsoft scores 999, my company - 448, this site - 277, Taxloss - 219, Hypatia - 157, PopBitch - 150 and the mighty b3ta - 17.

Incidentally, you'll be pleased to hear that there's now an Australian version of b3ta, which dsico might not appreciate too much (I note that this has been contructed by a Kiwi). He did, however, play cropstar's excellent new boot combining Gay Bar and Hey Mickey. This also happens to be a good clip featuring Gay Bar (sound required). If you like spliced clips of dubya then listen to this. Oooh, let's play "spot the tortuous segue"...

Final highlights to round off the week have been the fabulous mosque shaped alarm clock (is this a real product?), some lovely footage of Anthea Turner (again, sound required for full effect) and the world's worst singer.

So it's good night from me, and good night from these nice men with handbags...