August 31, 2003


As I type, Mars is beaming pink rays into the back of my head. Where's my foil beanie?

August 29, 2003

Feeder Update

RSS is good. I've made a couple of small changes and there's now a feed for the photo album.


Bad weather provokes seasonal ill-feeling about umbrellas; a theatrical recommendation; and reminiscences of a visit to Egypt.

August 27, 2003


Apparently people are accessing this site via RSS. You could have knocked me down with a feather...

August 25, 2003


An album of photos with bits of writing attached.

August 24, 2003

Filler 3

Filler posts avoid the need to get worked up; or do they? Plus: trackbacks are enabled.

August 23, 2003

Filler 2

Prostitution and friends.

August 22, 2003


A heartbreaking link.

August 20, 2003


Grumbles about work, Flash and the non-departure of the B Ark.

August 19, 2003

Letter Home

Last of the travel reminiscences for a little while. This one's a lot less verbose :)

August 18, 2003

Tea, part 2

A social event under awkward circumstances.


Minor Marching Boys updates.

August 17, 2003


Drunken ramblings about Bravo and other bloggers, against a backdrop of domesticity.

August 15, 2003


My need for a drogue; a warning from a namesake.

August 13, 2003


A marching boys update; how I hate Flash; cake forks and gnomes.

August 11, 2003

Getting There

The Marching Boys pages make their debut.

August 09, 2003


Teaser for a forthcoming addition to the site.

August 07, 2003

O Brothers

DVD viewing prompts thoughts about, among other things, the nature of America.

August 06, 2003


My tattoo; the desire for another; alarming side effects of an outing in the sun.

August 05, 2003


Under siege in Rajasthan.

August 03, 2003

Notes to Self

1. Sentiment does not have its place!
2. Avoid posting when intoxicated.
3. Lighten up!


Good parents and lapsed homosexuals.

August 02, 2003


Various glimpses of my youth as a self-serving justification for this blog.

August 01, 2003


Contact information.


Panic over.

Panic Stations

The annual ordeal of a boyfriend's birthday.


About me.