Sunday, 20 January 2008

Sunday 20/01/08

On Saturday I wake up at Scott’s place and I have breakfast and before going to the gym I drink two cans of Red Bull, which are bound to keep me up, but that’s OK because I’m not planning to sleep on Saturday night anyway. 

At the gym I do back and abs and the Gossip Guy is there and I say to him, you know how we talk about all the other people in the gym and you tell us their stories, well what do other people say about us (Scott and me).  And Gossip Guy says on nothing really, people just comment that you’re in the gay press a lot.  

Which reminds me that when I move to Sydney maybe I should be in the gay press a lot there too, so that then I can recreate this persona whereby people see my picture here and there and I pretend that I don’t care or it bothers me – when I do and it doesn’t.  Well I did care when I was in the magazines a lot more, not anymore.  But maybe I should care in Sydney again. 

Later at home I’m on gaydar and I see the profile of this guy who’s from some country in Europe (I don’t want to say which) and visiting London for the weekend.  And he’s kinda hot so I message him and say hi, and then he doesn’t reply and about half an hour later I message again (because I’m mental) and I say “Excuse me, you seem to not have replied to my message.  This doesn’t make any sense to me, can you please explain”.  And he replies this time and says sorry, he didn’t hit the reply button properly or something and he forwards me the original message he had sent. 

And he says that he’s going to this club called __ and do I think this is a good idea.  And this is a club that I never go to, because it’s for kinda younger, non-muscly people who haven’t destroyed their lives yet, but I say to him, sure maybe I’ll go there too.  So I call the manager of the club and tell him that maybe I’ll go down there tonight and he says cool, guestlist and drinks on him - because I'm so fucking A-Gay of course. So fucking A-Gay that I scare myself sometimes. Let's not mention that this is the only club where I could do that because I know the guy. Let's pretend I can do this anytime, anywhere.

Then I meet Donnell and Brendan and Scott and we go to the Box and then Donnell goes home, but Brendan and Scott and I go to this club, mainly because we want to see if this guy will turn up and are his muscles as nice in real life as they are in his pictures. 

Then the guy does turn up and he’s not 5’11’’ as it says on his profile, he’s more like my height, but the muscles are still good. 

In the club it’s not very exciting, the crowd is very different to the crowd we know and love, nobody’s passing out in the corner, there are no groups of four people in every toilet cubicle, you can actually walk around without rubbing against naked sweaty flesh endlessly, people are posing using their clothes instead of their abs, nobody gets carried into the medic room. 

Then we go. 

…it’s 0421 when I take a Valium and 0430 when I take a Zimovane…I wake up at 0930…

22 comments:

W said...

i love this sentene most :

'So I call the manager of the club and tell him that maybe I’ll go down there tonight and he says cool, guestlist and drinks on him. '

your so cool LP :)

London Preppy said...

w: Yes, I'm so fucking A-Gay I scare myself sometimes.

Let's not mention that this is the only club where I could do that because I know the guy. Let's pretend I can do this anytime, anywhere.

Tim in Italy said...

It's hard to imagine that if we were contemporaries, given how I spent my dissolute youth and how you're spending yours, we might actually have wound up on the same bathroom floor, or at least in the same stall. But for us, everything had one goal: the sex party that inevitably developed at some point before dawn. You guys seem to have a whole different set of priorities which makes me curios as hell... but perhaps I stray now into areas that shouldn't concern little blog piggies, so I will leave it at that.

London Preppy said...

tim: Mm..the inevitable sex part is a goal for many of my contemporaries as well. I don't think time have changed that much

Jim said...

Without judgment, just an observation, the clubbing all seems a tad self destructive.

I have trouble reconciling the person who is striving to be well read and informed (about rants in the trashy Tube newspaper) and the person whose friends are crammed 4 to a cubicle and being hauled out on a stretcher.

That said, conflicting opposites can be very sexy.

London Preppy said...

jim: Hoping that this doesn't come across too self-satisfied - that's why I think my blog and generally what I have too say might be quite interesting. Because of this contradiction: I could be a completely shallow, vacant gay scene person (which I am 50%) and I could be a thoughtful, well-informed, serious and educated (which I am 50%). Exclusively these things aren't that special, together hopefully they are

NGM said...

i think the crowd you know and love, party at 'Phoenix' in Sydney,fyi, well at least check it out. and re beaches as per tim in italy - North Bondi, speedo's on. Obelisk or Landy Jane, speedo's off. and do not rule out Newtown when looking for a place to stay.

Auctor Ignotus said...

This is your most nihilistic post in a very long time. Congratulations and thank you. My faith in utter faithlessness has returned. And on a Sunday no less.

fuzzy logic said...

Since Sydney is considered the gay mecca of Australia (correct me if I'm wrong), how do people view Cape Town, the gay mecca of South Africa? Obviously, I've only experienced the latter through a straight girl's eyes, so I'm interested to know the perspective from another angle. 'fess up please guys!

London Preppy said...

ngm: Cool, Phoenix is where I will get destroyed then

auctor: Really? Well thanks!

London Preppy said...

fuzzy: I might ask this question on the main blog soon to get more readers' attention

Matt said...

Course we will hang out with you in Sydney, as long as you promise not to make any comments about us on the blog!

Feel free to drop me a line if you need friendly, moving, visa, living,..., advice.

semistraight said...

Huh, away a couple of days only to read that you're considering moving to another continent. Seems like boredom (in regard to both places & people) isn't easy on you.
Other than that, obviously, the vacant gay scene person is currently taking the lead on your actions. Plus I think you have a slight preference for that one ;).
Btw, from reading your blog one would think you'd be taking Valium almost every second day o_O

London Preppy said...

matt: It's a deal. I don't write about the people I hang out with negatively on here anyway. Just the ridiculous ones that I don't really hang out with, but come across. Like Jack!

semistraight: I do go through cycles with the Valium. Sometime I won't take it for weeks and sometimes I'll take it every day for a week

thirtytwohundred said...

ngm: Pheonix? Maybee... I was thinking his crowd was a bit more mainstream muscle. Shift saturday night.

Jason said...

how the hell do u get your valium?

London Preppy said...

thirtytwo: Can we please clear this up? I must know! What is the Phoenix crowd like against the Shift crowd?

jason: Is it really that difficult?

george said...

LP knows everyone you're a legend in your own mind....love it.....i think phoenix use to be the best club in Syd. Quite edgy. Has it changed a lot now days? ......george

kim said...

I could be a completely shallow, vacant gay scene person (which I am 50%) and I could be a thoughtful, well-informed, serious and educated (which I am 50%)

would you say this is defined by whether the sun is up or not?

nylon said...

Hey!! I love discussing cities, so: Cape Town is phenomenal and it's on the GMT+2 time zone which makes it much easier to keep up with loved ones in Europe. The beaches are gorgeous, but you can't even touch the water on the ocean side (freezing). Plus side is your hair still looks great when you leave the gay beach (Clifton) and you can hop over to the bay side for a swim. Definitely a gay mecca, people are beautiful and very nice. Also, it's very cheap. Downside is that half the (white) people speak (a form of) Dutch which is a rather ugly language and there's some danger one needs to be aware of. Btw if you're considering other cities to move to, you should think of LAlaland, another gorgeous gay mecca, full of good-looking superficial people, great architecture and the location of your favourite novel, right? :)

W said...

A bigger and dumber version of you LP:-
http://erikrhodes.blogspot.com

'American Psycho' is even a favorite, (though i imagine if he ever has the authors name tattooed it would likely be spelt incorrectly)

London Preppy said...

george: Oh George. I don't know everyone. I know one person

kim: Yes. I turn at night!

nylon: Well Fuzzy, there's your answer

w: Wow, who would have thought, I'd find a kindred spirit, a soul mate, a friend for life in the world of porn