Big Weekend
First, a bit of preparatory reading for prospective attendees of the Eurovision Brunch. Who knew that a pop song brought down the Salazar dictatorship in the 70s? And you have to admit, "Yes, Yushchenko/Yes, Yushchenko/This is our president" sounds pretty catchy, no?
I've been to the Peking Opera three nights in a row. Totally stunning. The crowds of philistines who leave each night at intermission while complaining loudly in borderline-racist terms have ceased to intrigue me, and now simply infuriate me.
H— is taking me to Club Kali Friday, which is something I think I should go to before I die. Also to do before I die: the North London Greek/Turkish gay disco night called, perhaps predictably, "Hopah!"
Saturday, Eurovision (in a gay bar on a big screen), 8-10ish, then I'm off to Bethnal Green for Unskinny Bop, which, as regular readers of Greg's London Ramblings will recall, is the mostest-funnest dive bar dance party I've been to in this country.
Sunday afternoon, I'm meeting up with a new friend, a homosexual from the internet, who is a 23-year-old artistic American ex-pat. Now, J—, you know no one could ever replace you! But... he may be, in fact, the new J—. This boy (we'll call him R— until we come up with a more descriptive pseudonym) seems to be feeling a tiny bit claustrophobic in his relationship with the boyfriend he moved to the UK to be with. I can be of service! We'll see how it goes.
Monday: no plans. Tuesday: housemate's dance performance. Wednesday: ¡Hola, Madrid!
I've been to the Peking Opera three nights in a row. Totally stunning. The crowds of philistines who leave each night at intermission while complaining loudly in borderline-racist terms have ceased to intrigue me, and now simply infuriate me.
H— is taking me to Club Kali Friday, which is something I think I should go to before I die. Also to do before I die: the North London Greek/Turkish gay disco night called, perhaps predictably, "Hopah!"
Saturday, Eurovision (in a gay bar on a big screen), 8-10ish, then I'm off to Bethnal Green for Unskinny Bop, which, as regular readers of Greg's London Ramblings will recall, is the mostest-funnest dive bar dance party I've been to in this country.
Sunday afternoon, I'm meeting up with a new friend, a homosexual from the internet, who is a 23-year-old artistic American ex-pat. Now, J—, you know no one could ever replace you! But... he may be, in fact, the new J—. This boy (we'll call him R— until we come up with a more descriptive pseudonym) seems to be feeling a tiny bit claustrophobic in his relationship with the boyfriend he moved to the UK to be with. I can be of service! We'll see how it goes.
Monday: no plans. Tuesday: housemate's dance performance. Wednesday: ¡Hola, Madrid!
posted by Grrg at 11:45 PM
3 Comments:
OMG on the Club Kali/Club Zindagi website:
"Dedicated to Non-Stop New & Old Bollywood & Lollywood Tunez All Night, With a Spin of Bhangra & R&B"
Why is this club not in Japan? I would so be there!
"This boy (we'll call him R— until we come up with a more descriptive pseudonym) seems to be feeling a tiny bit claustrophobic in his relationship with the boyfriend he moved to the UK to be with. I can be of service!"
Oh my god, SUCH bad karma.
The Yuschenko thing doesn't sound particularly jauntier in Russian. Maybe in Ukrainian it suddenly becomes utterly lyrical.
G
Y'know what? That didn't even occur to me... Seriously. Details to follow.
(for those of you who don't understand this exchange... well, don't worry about it)
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