Archive for April, 2007

dahrkling

Outrageous!

darling (dahr-ling) (English) - A person very dear to another; one dearly loved.
dahrk-ling (Thai) - Monkey’s arse.

I double checked this with a Thai mate. Totally true.

I’m gonna be listening carefully in future!

private dancer

I cannae get this song ooota ma swede. Might have something to do with the pussy clouds post.

Well the men come in these places
And the men are all the same
You dont look at their faces
And you dont ask their names
You dont think of them as human
You dont think of them at all
You keep your mind on the money
Keeping your eyes on the wall

I’m your private dancer
A dancer for money
I’ll do what you want me to do
I’m your private dancer
A dancer for money
Any old music will do

Anyone seen Saving Private Brian - the Family Guy Episode? Brian and Stewie join the army and get berated by the sergeant:

What’s so funny Private..?! Private Dancer? Dancer for money? Any old music will do?

pussy clouds

Yo Hemlock! Still no sign!

Why? Cos I’ve started to get entangled with totally the wrong woman.

Half the time I’m wrangling with my reason, thinking WTF am I doing?! The other half I’m just buzzed. She totally punches my ticket.

On one side, she’s smart, funny, full of life, passionate, stubborn, dusky and super horny. Plus, she gets my jokes.

On the other, she doesn’t live in HK, she’s an ex bar-girl, been married once and has two kids. Oh yeah, and she’s only 21.

There’s the frickin rub.

Gone all Shakespearean on you there.

His counsel now might do me golden service;
For though my soul disputes well with my sense,
That this may be some error, but no madness,
Yet doth this accident and flood of fortune
So far exceed all instance, all discourse,
That I am ready to distrust mine eyes
And wrangle with my reason that persuades me
To any other trust but that I am mad

Twelfth Night, SCENE III. OLIVIA’s garden.

To sleep: perchance to dream: ay, there’s the rub;


Hamlet, ACT III. A room in the castle
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One from a tragedy, one from a comedy.

I need to get my head out of the pussy clouds before this changes from a comedy to a tragedy!

finally, doris

Soooooo, I’ve finally started working with someone called Doris.

She’s a bit pushy and a bit loud. Will have to see how it goes. I am going to have to ask her to lower her voice, that’s for sure.

Later, I’ll be interviewing someone called Icarus. Ummm, a female. OK then! If she mentions wax or wings in any answer she can get right out. I’d love to do an Ari from the latest episode of Entourage. He has to fire someone who has just had LASIK surgery and is in a room testing what he can see. Ari walks in and says “See if you can read this…”, then writes “Get the fuck out” on the whiteboard.

Not quite as good as his legendary: “Clear your desk, cos you’re motherfucking fired!”

Ah, just checked, full quote is:

Let me tell you something. You don’t have to say anything, you know why? Cause you can pick up all your stuff, because you’re mother-fucking fired!

need to make time

I have so much to write about, just so little time. For example, here are the highlights of the weekend trip to Manila:

Judging the ‘He-She’ and lip-syncing contest
Oil wrestling
The HK$10,000 bar bill
Sexy Roger
Whilst waiting for Doris to arrive: “Is this Doris?” … “No that’s a different Doris, Hey, Doris!” …. “Shit the bed! You know her?!” … “Yeah”
“Hi Shaky, welcome back” from a bouncer I’d never met, at, erm, a less than wholesome bar
“We’ve got Shaky, Rigobert and Gunther in the house…. keep it dusky.”
What am I looking for? “A cross between Ghengis Kahn and Jezebel”
My Total Care concept
Every stone unturned





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