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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.)

Bizarre Ball

I was ill.

Not even a fairy godmother or any number of pumpkins could save me. I did NOT go to the ball. Instead I stayed at home, being ill.

Thankfully, the wonderful Joanna Lark was able to step in at the last minute to take my place, Nikki Whiplash gave her sissy-slave Marilyn a sound thrashing, and everyone had a wonderful time.

Except me, obviously. Please send me kind words, presents, and cold, hard cash to make me feel better about this.

More photos on the Dom Corner page at the Bizarre website.