Venusberg | That's not your heart, it's a piece of helicopter casing

Monday, June 24, 2002

Feasts of UpsideClowny fun of late. We've had Victor's writer's bowel, Matt's apocalyptic engram bullets, Jamie's continuing attempts to have that one good wank. Meanwhile, James' strange journeys in space have been delighting a sensation-hungry crowd.

But two honourable mentions must go out in particular. Neil's final UpsideClown ever ever. We miss you, Neil! Although we're still going to pants you at the anniversary party:

My hand withdraws into its sleeve, conditioned by a dozen minor burns, and absent-mindedly strums a scale on the grille of the scorching radiator as I gaze around our living room and try to decide whether possession is defined by purchase or by usage. A nervous glance at the clock; cowardly, I know, and your pain and your confusion are still images chipping away at the barrier that I've erected, but I also know that if I wait until you get back and try to explain it face to face, this edgy resolve would dissolve in your tears and the inadequacy of my words, that we would nuzzle a greeting and I would never even try.

Do you see? He's leaving home, and not just Cockfosters.

Plus, George's has the edge provided by modernity, in a bang-up-to-the-minute slashtastic look at the World Cup, valuable both for the genuine affection between men and the intermittent moments of awkward or inappropriate technical verbiage that charqacterise much truly great slash.

David ran his hand through his wet blond hair as he peered through the billows of vapours, looking for the tall silhouette of his keeper. As he moved the curtains of steam opened to reveal David slumped, head in hands. He had removed his gloves but the rest of the uniform remained, clinging tightly to the sculptured muscles of his physique. David sighed softly; the men in the changing area seemed positively joyful in comparison with the lost creature before him. "David" he said quietly as he sat down beside the older player, placing a hand on his thigh. "David, you can't blame yourself. There were ten other men out there with you".

It's England's Finest, it's the Pride of Lions, it's....Two Lions.

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