This is Kylie, aged 43, walking past MeMeMe HQ in London’s glittering Soho last night, dressed as a teenage hooker. The kind you find in a Kinder Egg.
She was filming her new music video, and yes we will be the judge of that.
ps. What’s with the quality of the picture? You get better using a camera obscura… *slaps workie*
It has men, it has more men; it has mister-sisters, it has more men. It has man-on-man snogging, it has more men. It has make-up, it has porn stars (gay ones!), it has more make-up. It has a lovely Boy London jumper. It is the Room Service Sex Tape (Part 3!), and we didn’t even have to be paid to put it up. Not even with ready money!
You may have heard of Jake. Jake is London’s/the UK’s/the WORLD’S oldest network for gay professionals. As against professional gays. They are lawyers, media types, businessmen, publishers, editors, journalists. They may even be butchers, bakers and candlestick makers. But really professional ones.
Every month – sometimes twice a month – they have events. They usually start at 6.30pm and go on for two maybe three hours (and then sometimes on somewhere else). You pay £10 at the door, get a free drink and then mix and mingle and use the bar as you would a bar. You get to meet nice new gay professionals and the people who run the place look after you, making sure no one is standing around with no one to talk to.
The next event is this Thursday, 1st March. And it’s at the most gorgeous hotel in all of London, The Corinthia. At 6.30. Fancy it? Click here to find out more and RSVP.
As you were.
Yes, kids, it’s that famous fourth plinth in Trafalgar Square, the one they’re obviously saving for when the Queen dies, if there should ever be such a day.
In the meantime, we’ve had a disabled lady, people mucking about (something to do with Anthony Gormley: we never quite got it) and the lovely Nelson’s Ship. Now we have this. It’s called Powerless Structures, Fig 101; it’s by Scandy artists Elmgreen and Dragset (which are apparently names) and it was unveiled by Joanna Lumley, which is recommendation enough for us.
This is London’s glittering London’s Trafalgar Square this morning at 6.21am, where the sun decided to make a cameo under Nelson’s very own back bottom. In scenes reminiscent of Lars Von Trier’s utterly dreary Melancholia the sun was, like, this far away.
It is also art.
It was all in aid of Tropicana, who are flogging a new drink called Brighter Morning. We’ll be the judge of that.
Andrew Shoben, whose company Greyworld designed the big bulb, said, ‘There are very few moments more spectacular and uplifting than watching an early morning sunrise.’
We’ll be the judge of that.
‘We have tried to capture the evocative nature of this natural phenomenon with the Tropicana Sun,’ Andrew continued to read from the press release.
Who will buy this wonderful morning? Tropicana.
ps. You could fry an egg on that thing. Two.
Picture it, readers. T’was at the John Snow on Broadwick Street in London’s glittering Soho and environs. Have we set the scene for you? Two gentlemen, both male, say they were seen exchanging a kiss. A drunken man apparently asked them to stop and was politely told that he should avert his gaze if he didn’t like it.
Then a lady (well, we say ‘lady’ but you can imagine) is said to have came over and told them they had to leave. They refrained from finding this a very good idea, whereupon (if you’re in the police, you can just take this down in your book, it’s our statement, even though we weren’t there and have an airtight alibi) she is reported to have got someone to come over and touch their collars (we think literally) and get them to leave.
There’s a bit about someone who was a plain clothes policeman or something but we realise you’re busy people. Anyways, the long and the short and the fat and the slim of it is everyone is now going down to said John Snow THIS FRIDAY, 15TH APRIL at 7pm sharp for a gay kiss-in. How excitement! But don’t put money behind the bar or it kind of defeats the object, leading to a bumper take for alleged nasty landpeople.
In an unrelated story, a young man was told to put his Attitude magazine away on a British Airways flight when a ‘family’ complained to the ‘stewardess’. Well, to be fair, it was a pretty raunchy issue of Attitude this month…
Liza’s coming! Everybody hide!
No, not really, though if you do want to go and see her at London’s Royal Albert Hall on Wednesday 29th June at 7.30pm London time, you will have to start turning more tricks, because them ticket prices are through the roof.
We’re not expecting the levels of her post-Cabaret shows but if we could have something a bit more professional than the last time (though we did enjoy the hip-hop section of the evening’s entertainments), then that would be nice. At that price.
