That's right folks. We're at the half way stage with my Eurovision countdown. I hope you have liked my choices so far.
Ready for the next one?
Number 5 - This is My Life by Euroband (Iceland)
The duo are the very handsome Fridrik Omar Hjorleifsson and Regina Osk and they represented Iceland in the 2008 contest.
After giving one of the best performances of the night, they only managed to finish in 14th place. A top 5 placing was much deserved and one can only imagine how gutted they must have felt, especially as there were some absolutely appalling songs that scored better than Euroband. Proof, yet again, that tastes in music differ from Country to Country. Either that or there are lots of tone deaf viewers out there.
Never let it be said that Iceland cannot produce a good dance track. This one really is a beauty and I can just imagine myself and many other guys dancing our socks off to it in Queens Court. It could even warrant a dance around a pole too.
The song itself did not chart in the UK but did reach number 2 in their home
country.
With the right amount of promotion, I honestly believe this song could have been a hit in the UK and Ireland and who knows, maybe even the USA?
Those of you who know your Eurovision may recognise the voice before the start of the above video. That's right, it is the legend that is Sir Terry Wogan who sadly hosts the show no more. The political scoring became too much and he wasn't enjoying hosting the show because of it. A sad loss for us Brits but he was replaced with a good choice in Graham Norton.
Until next time, I bid thee farewell.
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Wednesday, 11 April 2012
Monday, 13 February 2012
Happy Valentine's Day
It's that time of the year when lovers, young and old, like to show the world just how much they care for each other by sending cards, proposing marriage and buying red roses and assortments of a heart shaped nature. It's Valentine's Day!
For me it is yet another year without that special someone to celebrate this most romantic of days with. It nearly happened but, alas, it was not meant to be and we went our seperate ways. So close yet so far. Altogether now....sob sob, weep weep!
To cheer myself up, I have decided to do a special Valentine edition of my blog.
So who would I like as my Valentine? Read on and ye shall find out.
For me it is yet another year without that special someone to celebrate this most romantic of days with. It nearly happened but, alas, it was not meant to be and we went our seperate ways. So close yet so far. Altogether now....sob sob, weep weep!
To cheer myself up, I have decided to do a special Valentine edition of my blog.
So who would I like as my Valentine? Read on and ye shall find out.
The famous stud muffin I would love to spend Valentine's Day with is American, sings for a living and even managed to win himself a Grammy last year. I speak of Mr Bruno Mars.
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| Hey Bruno..would you catch a grenade for me? |
At 5'5", Mr Mars is the perfect height. Include his stunning looks, perfect
pearly whites, the most cheesiest of smiles and that ever so soulful singing voice of his and he is the perfect choice for me.
Born in Hawaii and coming from a musical family, it was inevitable that Bruno (not his real name by the way) would end up singing and performing for a living.
He's a mixture of Michael Jackson, Elvis Presley and a little bit of James Brown thrown in for good measure.
He is an absolute delight to listen to and when he dances, well all I can say is it tires me out just watching him..he's so energetic!
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| The guy is just so cool! |
Grenade, Just the Way You Are and The Lazy Song are just three of his releases and each one brilliant. The dance version of Just the Way You Are is amazing.
I think Bruno Mars is going to be around for quite a while yet but if he wants to keep me as a fan then I suggest he makes his way over to the UK, catch a train to Leeds, taxi to my place and take me out for a Valentine supper. Who knows, if all goes well, we could be having a very lazy day the next day...though not too lazy thank you very much.
Until next time folks...Happy Valentine's Day!
Friday, 23 December 2011
Christmas stocking - number 2
Here we are folks..the final 2 in my festive countdown and just who didn't quite make it to the top spot? This was a difficult decision for me to make but I think I ended up with the right one.
So who is my second choice?....read on to find out.
He may not be the most handsome of actors out there with his pale skin and nerdy looks but to me he is beautiful to look at and an absolute Adonis.
So who is my second choice?....read on to find out.
2. Elijah Wood
Ladies and Gentlemen..I give you Elijah Wood.
Elijah started his career in television adverts but it was in the film The Faculty that I first noticed him. I absolutely loved the film and was impressed by how good he was.
Of course he most famous for playing Frodo Baggins in the Lord of the Rings movies, a role that I cannot imagine any other actor playing. He was born to play that part and will be playing him again in The Hobbit.
He is also the voice of Spyro in the Spyro computer games.
So what is it about Elijah that fast tracks him to my top 2? His piercing blue eyes is one reason. The fact that at 5 foot 6", he is a mere 1" taller than me, is another. His softly spoken voice, his lovely smile and that in real life, he is just such a nice person.
He may not be the most handsome of actors out there with his pale skin and nerdy looks but to me he is beautiful to look at and an absolute Adonis.There are rumours that he may be gay and how I wish this were true. I say that in the hope that if he is, he will see this blog and ask me out on a date. One can dream!
So there it is. Elijah has narrowly missed out on the top spot but he deserves his place in my Christmas stocking.
Tune in tomorrow to see who made number 1. I will also reveal some of the guys who missed out on my top 12.
Tuesday, 4 October 2011
Lawrence
Hello folks. I hope you are all well and eager to read my latest confession.
You will pleased to know that this will be rated PG rather than the usual 15 or 18. For those of you that are disappointed, wait for next week. It's going to be a corker!
During my younger years, I always tried to go out a couple of times each week. Monday and Thursday was cheap night at Queens Court so these were usually the nights I went.
This particular week, my friend Richard and I decided to go out Thursday, mainly due to the fact that it was cheap night at Mission too and it is less than a minute walk from QC.
The plan of action was to arrive at Queens Court for about ten, stay there until midnight and then go to Mission, where we would dance the night away or at least until it closed.
Whilst at QC I had several drinks and was feeling quite merry. I had seen very little action so that was all I was feeling.
A little bit of dancing took place and a few more drinks and soon it was time to head off for Mission. You always knew when it was that time as Queens Court suddenly resembled a ghost town.
We made our way over and were confronted with the usual never ending queue. This meant we would have to wait at least twenty minutes to enter the club. We didn't mind that night as it was really warm and we had nice people in front and behind us. When I say nice, I mean they didn't smell of sweat. There is nothing worse than standing near someone who doesn't know what deodorant is and even in the gay world that still occurs.
We were moving closer and closer to the entrance and soon we were within two minutes of entering. When we reached two minutes, this was usually the time I would flirt with the doorman. If I'm doing the flirting, you know I've had a drink but on these occasions it was always in jest.
The time had arrived. We were allowed to enter the club. Upon entering Mission, you are hit with that smell. Not a nasty smell, more of a sweet aroma. The cause of this aroma was the smoke machines that would blast out big puffs of smoke every few minutes on the dance floor.
We paid the usual five pounds, had our hand stamped and headed for the bar. A drink or two later, we were dancing again, occasionally being engulfed by the clouds of smoke which kind of makes one feel like a rock star. Don't you dare try denying it doesn't.
After a few dances, I needed the toilet and informed Richard of this and that I would be buying another drink. The toilets at Mission are unisex which is always interesting especially when you are greeted by a couple of lesbians partaking in a little domestic.
It was whilst I was washing my hands that I bumped into Lawrence. Was that a "at last" I heard from all of you then?
Lawrence was in his mid 20's, quite attractive and had ginger hair. Ginger is usually a massive turn off for me but there was something about him that the colour of his hair just did not bother me.
I said hello to which he reciprocated. We exchanged names and then I headed for the dance floor alone.
Don't worry. That wasn't the end of Lawrence. I went there to let Richard know I had met someone and that we had clicked. Richard was more than happy to continue dancing and leave me to chat with Lawrence.
Mission has four bars or at least it did way back then and one of these bars was based in a chill out area. It was in this area that I found Lawrence again. I asked him if he'd like a drink. He did and so I bought him one along with my usual of course.
We chatted for ages and he made it more than obvious that he was attracted to me as was I with him.
After a while we decided to go for a dance. This was the perfect opportunity for me to introduce him to Richard. I did just this and I think he was rather relieved that he wasn't on his own again.
After a little chat at the edge of the dance floor, a song came on that I liked. I grabbed hold of Lawrence and we started to dance, slowly making our way into the middle of the floor. Song after song was played and danced to and if I had any doubt that Lawrence liked me, it was erased by how close he was dancing with me. When I say close, I mean close. Let's just say if he had been excited, I would have felt it!
The night was going well and I didn't want it to end. I had reached the point where I had to decide whether this was a one night situation or whether it could be several nights and days. I decided it was the latter.
A couple more songs were played and then I needed the toilet. Lawrence was happy to stay where he was as was Richard so off I went. I literally was only a couple of minutes and headed back to the guy who had made my evening just perfect.
That perfect night ended the moment I entered the room. I was confronted with Lawrence and Richard dancing together. Nothing wrong with that you say? You remember earlier how I described the way Lawrence was dancing with me? That's how he was dancing with Richard.
I marched over to them with a face like thunder. They both stopped and Lawrence excused himself and rushed to the toilet.
"What the hell do you think you are doing"? I shouted at Richard.
He said they were just dancing.
"Not like that you don't. You know I like him"
Richard then proceeded to tell me that Lawrence had made the first move and how he had said that he liked him. Then came the slap in the face. Richard liked him back.
Furious is probably too tame a word to describe how I was feeling. How could he do this to me?
Richard and I had had many nights out together and he knew it was a big thing for me not only to click with another guy but to also make the first move. I felt betrayed and needed some distance from him.
I made my way outside. Thankfully it was still warm.
Lawrence was also outside so I confronted him. All that was going through my head was that I had spent hours trying to get to know this guy, even bought him a drink or two and all of it in vain.
"What was all that about"? I said to him. He said it was nothing and that I was reading too much into it.
"I don't think I am". I said, "We just spent hours chatting only for you to try and get off with my friend".
Then I asked him the question that should not have even been asked.
"So who do you want. Me or Richard"?
"I like you both" he replied "How about we have a threesome"?
My jaw dropped to the ground.
By this time Richard had also exited the club and he caught the last bit of Lawrence's question. I looked at him and he smiled. I didn't smile back.
Richard then suggested we take up his offer to which I quickly declined. As far as I was concerned, the night was over.
I said my goodbyes and hailed a taxi. On the way home I couldn't stop thinking about what had happened and how stupid it made me feel.
That was the beginning of the end for my friendship with Richard. Although I forgave him, our nights out together started to occur less and less often and as I write this blog, it has been three years since I last saw him. I always felt that he liked me more than a friend and perhaps that was why the Lawrence incident happened.
The truth be known, if it had been with someone other than Richard, I would have said yes to the threesome.
I never saw Lawrence again and to this day, I do not know if he and Richard spent the night together.
Until next time, I bid thee farewell.
NEXT WEEK : IT'S THE BIG ONE. THE CONFESSION TO TOP ALL CONFESSIONS. SO BIG, IT COULD BE A QUADRILOGY. I LOOK FORWARD TO MULTIPLE HITS.
ps I've had quite a few hits from Australia, Canada, New Zealand and the USA. Would be awesome if you could leave comments and pass my blog onto your friends. Thank you for your support.
You will pleased to know that this will be rated PG rather than the usual 15 or 18. For those of you that are disappointed, wait for next week. It's going to be a corker!
During my younger years, I always tried to go out a couple of times each week. Monday and Thursday was cheap night at Queens Court so these were usually the nights I went.
This particular week, my friend Richard and I decided to go out Thursday, mainly due to the fact that it was cheap night at Mission too and it is less than a minute walk from QC.
The plan of action was to arrive at Queens Court for about ten, stay there until midnight and then go to Mission, where we would dance the night away or at least until it closed.
Whilst at QC I had several drinks and was feeling quite merry. I had seen very little action so that was all I was feeling.
A little bit of dancing took place and a few more drinks and soon it was time to head off for Mission. You always knew when it was that time as Queens Court suddenly resembled a ghost town.
We made our way over and were confronted with the usual never ending queue. This meant we would have to wait at least twenty minutes to enter the club. We didn't mind that night as it was really warm and we had nice people in front and behind us. When I say nice, I mean they didn't smell of sweat. There is nothing worse than standing near someone who doesn't know what deodorant is and even in the gay world that still occurs.
We were moving closer and closer to the entrance and soon we were within two minutes of entering. When we reached two minutes, this was usually the time I would flirt with the doorman. If I'm doing the flirting, you know I've had a drink but on these occasions it was always in jest.
The time had arrived. We were allowed to enter the club. Upon entering Mission, you are hit with that smell. Not a nasty smell, more of a sweet aroma. The cause of this aroma was the smoke machines that would blast out big puffs of smoke every few minutes on the dance floor.
We paid the usual five pounds, had our hand stamped and headed for the bar. A drink or two later, we were dancing again, occasionally being engulfed by the clouds of smoke which kind of makes one feel like a rock star. Don't you dare try denying it doesn't.
After a few dances, I needed the toilet and informed Richard of this and that I would be buying another drink. The toilets at Mission are unisex which is always interesting especially when you are greeted by a couple of lesbians partaking in a little domestic.
It was whilst I was washing my hands that I bumped into Lawrence. Was that a "at last" I heard from all of you then?
Lawrence was in his mid 20's, quite attractive and had ginger hair. Ginger is usually a massive turn off for me but there was something about him that the colour of his hair just did not bother me.
I said hello to which he reciprocated. We exchanged names and then I headed for the dance floor alone.
Don't worry. That wasn't the end of Lawrence. I went there to let Richard know I had met someone and that we had clicked. Richard was more than happy to continue dancing and leave me to chat with Lawrence.
Mission has four bars or at least it did way back then and one of these bars was based in a chill out area. It was in this area that I found Lawrence again. I asked him if he'd like a drink. He did and so I bought him one along with my usual of course.
We chatted for ages and he made it more than obvious that he was attracted to me as was I with him.
After a while we decided to go for a dance. This was the perfect opportunity for me to introduce him to Richard. I did just this and I think he was rather relieved that he wasn't on his own again.
After a little chat at the edge of the dance floor, a song came on that I liked. I grabbed hold of Lawrence and we started to dance, slowly making our way into the middle of the floor. Song after song was played and danced to and if I had any doubt that Lawrence liked me, it was erased by how close he was dancing with me. When I say close, I mean close. Let's just say if he had been excited, I would have felt it!
The night was going well and I didn't want it to end. I had reached the point where I had to decide whether this was a one night situation or whether it could be several nights and days. I decided it was the latter.
A couple more songs were played and then I needed the toilet. Lawrence was happy to stay where he was as was Richard so off I went. I literally was only a couple of minutes and headed back to the guy who had made my evening just perfect.
That perfect night ended the moment I entered the room. I was confronted with Lawrence and Richard dancing together. Nothing wrong with that you say? You remember earlier how I described the way Lawrence was dancing with me? That's how he was dancing with Richard.
I marched over to them with a face like thunder. They both stopped and Lawrence excused himself and rushed to the toilet.
"What the hell do you think you are doing"? I shouted at Richard.
He said they were just dancing.
"Not like that you don't. You know I like him"
Richard then proceeded to tell me that Lawrence had made the first move and how he had said that he liked him. Then came the slap in the face. Richard liked him back.
Furious is probably too tame a word to describe how I was feeling. How could he do this to me?
Richard and I had had many nights out together and he knew it was a big thing for me not only to click with another guy but to also make the first move. I felt betrayed and needed some distance from him.
I made my way outside. Thankfully it was still warm.
Lawrence was also outside so I confronted him. All that was going through my head was that I had spent hours trying to get to know this guy, even bought him a drink or two and all of it in vain.
"What was all that about"? I said to him. He said it was nothing and that I was reading too much into it.
"I don't think I am". I said, "We just spent hours chatting only for you to try and get off with my friend".
Then I asked him the question that should not have even been asked.
"So who do you want. Me or Richard"?
"I like you both" he replied "How about we have a threesome"?
My jaw dropped to the ground.
By this time Richard had also exited the club and he caught the last bit of Lawrence's question. I looked at him and he smiled. I didn't smile back.
Richard then suggested we take up his offer to which I quickly declined. As far as I was concerned, the night was over.
I said my goodbyes and hailed a taxi. On the way home I couldn't stop thinking about what had happened and how stupid it made me feel.
That was the beginning of the end for my friendship with Richard. Although I forgave him, our nights out together started to occur less and less often and as I write this blog, it has been three years since I last saw him. I always felt that he liked me more than a friend and perhaps that was why the Lawrence incident happened.
The truth be known, if it had been with someone other than Richard, I would have said yes to the threesome.
I never saw Lawrence again and to this day, I do not know if he and Richard spent the night together.
Until next time, I bid thee farewell.
NEXT WEEK : IT'S THE BIG ONE. THE CONFESSION TO TOP ALL CONFESSIONS. SO BIG, IT COULD BE A QUADRILOGY. I LOOK FORWARD TO MULTIPLE HITS.
ps I've had quite a few hits from Australia, Canada, New Zealand and the USA. Would be awesome if you could leave comments and pass my blog onto your friends. Thank you for your support.
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