Sommar i Sverige

Hi campers! Hope u is all like, WELL rockin', innit?

I have been meaning to blog and then thinking 'oh must do this, must do that'. So here I am at last.

I went to London last weekend. It was brilliant. I saw QUEEN PAULINE OF AUCHTERMUCHTY again, and it was totally amazing. We had a super time dancing to pap (Nelly Furtado 'Maneater', perhaps the fiercest track to come out of a Canadian Portuguese lady's mouth since the advent of Always Ultra).

Wednesday last, got nasty shock. Went to pay for intensive Swedish course I am now doing, only to find my cards refused! AAAARGH. Turns out one of my main clients has not paid me since March. Thanks for that. It's ok, I'll eat gruel, don't worry. BUGGERS.

Spent fraught afternoon on phone to bank in England (hello phone bill!) from here, and eventually sorted something out. Got to Luton. Was so happy to be HOME! Stayed with the divine Miss Katherine and her cats. Gabriel, the world's fiercest gay cat, was v happy to see me.

Went to flat in E17 next day. Was v strange. But nice. Didn't see horrid neighbour, and only vaguely heard her. Phew. Sorted out invoice hell. Was v hot. Went for meal with Sooz, rocked. Went to meet other internet man, who is v lovely. Drank Stella. Yay!

Friday, met Paul, had a v emotional reunion outside Compton's on Old Compton St. I blubbed. London was hooching with boylovers because it was EUROPRIDE on Sat. Pauline and I made our way to the party celebrating one year of Thingbox, the best gay website evah, and we got v drunk and ogled boys. Paul worked the room like a true professional, I sweated. We ate lots of cake (the thingbox official theme is cake). There is a super photo of us (my fave ever!) which I will post after.

Talked to lots of hot boyz. Demanded that the DJ/thingbox creator play 'Shoes' by Kelly. He didn't have it. Me and Darren, a v naughty moxual, shouted and shouted and laughed.

Saturday was the Pride parade. Met the Pinkies, it was super. Did walk, had a joint, after which was told joint had ONLY GRASS in, no tobacco. Tried to concentrate on walking. Couldn't. Had picnic after with Pinkies. Pauline arrived, we listened to schlager (and MILLI VANILLI! hurrah!) lying on grass. It was a true moment. HARDSNARECLAP!

We went to the retrobar, best bar evah, then on to Duckie's Euroshame and met lovely internet man again. We made some paper planes (as you do) and sat feeling the vibe. It was a good vibe.

Back to P's in Clapham. Sunday, danced to Big Fun in my pants. Howard, Pauline's uvverarf, took photos. I'd tell you where to go to look at them if I had just a modicum less shame...

Sunday night, got on plane in Luton, got off plane in Sweden. Couldn't find phone. Phone had been nicked. BASTARDS! So have been doing admin hell things trying to get a new one. Not rock.

Started Swedish course this week. Is v g. Am learning all sorts of exciting things. There is a lovely French Belgian lady there called Sophie. We are chatting lots. Tis good.

I've been swimming in the lake outside my house every night. Is weird not to have Ulla here, but is still good. Loving Sweden in the sunshine. Going out tonight to Connections. Want to do something a bit positive to find someone to love. Am sick of loving myself. (in many ways fnaaaaar).

It's all v well going 'yes, being alone is fine.' But sometimes it just isn't. Sometimes I want a cuddle and someone to tell me I'm lovely and special (in a good way). IS IT REALLY TOO MUCH TO ASK? I'm sick of 'doing work on myself', knowing your issues is great and all, but bloody hell. I WANT A MAN TO CUDDLE IN BED AND EXCHANGE KYLIE LYRICS WITH!

So let's see.

Love love love.