So many things have happened over the last thirty-two hours here, it's a reet hotbed of activity/folding clothes/washing-up. It wasn't always like this: at this time last night I was glued to BBC News with a gin to hand and randy virgins making out in the corner. Rock and roll.
Obama won. You may have heard already, I break no news on this blog, I'm not Perez. California reneged on the nice things they did for the gays before.
Yay blacks, boo gays.
I blame Gavin Newsom: Dose One and I may write love letters to your second cousin but you, sir, are a buffoon, sir.
Ugh. Look at them.
Speaking of Dose, Why? was touring England and got accosted by my mate in a bar in Oxford. He handed out backstage passes like they were hot cakes, apparently. I would have had a bone to pick with him along the lines of: why aren't you in Californ-I-A voting No On 8? Other artists that can be held accountable for a lack of vote include MGMT, Cass McCombs and GZA. I know I'm just kind of assuming they'd all be a) registered to vote in CA and b) against 8, but then hey, who isn't? Oh right, yeah, about 52 per cent of Californians.
I stuck it out until about six. Today everyone had their shouty hangover heads on, Chris saved us by bringing over Liar Liar and one of the most hilarious/cringeworthy porns I have ever seen. I can't expand on it any more because it was filth and I feel queasy, but suffice to say it was entitled 'Star Whores' and involved two leggy/rough/Welsh aliens co
llecting a certain secretion from the planet Earth's womenfolk. The 'spaceship' they were star trekking in was clearly a flask with Smarties tubes stuck to it, you could see the recycle symbol on the base.
So many people haven't heard of 'penny for the guy', is that now a hick thing?
. . . I missed the grand finale of 'Flavor of Love 2' tonight! I know who won, because we looked it up on Wikipedia, but I'm still gutted. I honestly don't know what I was more excited about, the election or the New York vs. Deelishis showdown (and what is all that gaffy shit on her arms!?)
Oh, right. Harsh car accident. This reminds me of the time Grace and I were laughing at the Army guy on The X Factor. He'd lost an arm in the Gulf, and when they all sang him that 'when a hero comes aloooooong' song, he couldn't clap. So he slapped his thigh and grinned instead. Support Our Boys, and that.
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