I just did something I have been meaning to do for nearly six years now: that time period being the length of my residency in New York. I just subscribed to Private Eye. Sometimes it takes me a cretinously long period of time to shift my arse.

For example: a memo to the bloke who in 1990 offered me $45,000 in cash to spend the night with him: oh go on then, subject, of course, to inflation.

Anyway youse, go and check out the lookalikes, always a favourite of mine and guaranteed to be the least taxing on the brain.


Oh and Dumb Britain and this and this and this and this.

Two for me. Because, today, I want to cry and I am out of ice cream. And jesus is Daniel Craig not hot and postured in a crummy actor sort of way. Life is disappointing when your apartment is drafty.

The Remote

I often think about you
when I am lying alone in
my room with my mouth
open and the remote
lost somewhere in the bed

The Sweetest Little Song

You go your way
I'll go your way too