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Diary Blogging

When I tell those outside the bounds of the internet that I write a blog, they often assume it’s about me – a diary of some sort. Actually, it rarely is.

The blogosphere as a whole is refreshingly impersonal. Over the past few years, blogs have evolved from being insular, self-indulgent catalogues of an individual’s daily experiences and innermost thoughts to something altogether different. Some blogs consist only of photos and videos, whether comedic, serious or somewhere in between. Some blogs are long, thought-provoking diatribes on political and social issues, more a broadsheet commentary than a personal opinion. Some blogs don’t provide their own content but exist solely as a hub of links to information elsewhere. Some blogs have one lone contributor, and some are sourced from a cast of thousands. Some are intellectual while some are, quite literally, a load of wank.

Anyway, I’m told it’s been a while since I actually mentioned anything I’ve been doing, so instead of writing a detailed account of recent goings on, below are three photos and a load of hyperlinks that summarise things rather well:

1: I returned to Club Pedestal after having been off sick for nearly a year, had a wonderful time, and was presented with a beautiful pair of PVC fingerless gloves by the awesome Joanna Lark as a welcome-backĀ  present. She is absolutely bloody lovely.

2: At Rebekka Raynor‘s birthday party, it was suggested that I smear chocolate cake over my boots and then have a slave lick it off for me. The problem was, it wouldn’t be much fun for me. I’d just end up sitting around with boots covered in cake and drool. Instead, I repeatedly drop-kicked the cake into the slave’s face. That was more satisfying, and I only ended up with a little bit of icing and minimal drool on my boot.

3: Here are a DVD, two excellent books and some lovely wine that I won at a political comedy evening after making a suggestion for Mark Thomas’ “People’s Manifesto” (my policy was that the Daily Mail website should have a Wikipedia-esque “citation needed” tagging facility. It seemed that quite a lot of people agreed.)

Cocklock

Well, it’s been quite a busy week. My car has been buried in an enormous pile of snow so I’ve been stranded for two days, my narcoleptic laptop went in for repair, and my phone broke, but I can joyfully announce that I’ve stopped smoking, having put out my ceremonial final cigarette on the erect penis of a happy chap at Club Pedestal.

Anyway, in the run-up to Valentine’s Day, the majority of us will be feeling an extra twinge of frustration, rage and self-loathing, so the ladies at Humiliatrix.com have set up an amusing little project to cheer us all up. The Thirteen Days of Denial are the perfect treat for those gentlemen who like to celebrate their own inadequacy, and those ladies who like to have a good giggle at their expense. Click here for almost a whole fortnight of glorious cocklock.

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