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Last night we took just about the whole card at L'Entrepôt in London's up and gone Dalston, which gave me my first tussle with frogs legs. Not even on nodding terms with flavour beyond deep fried breadcrumbs, let alone green freak limbs.

She asked you to call her.

Pure Science - Taste My Vibe [B+Positive, 2000] - YouTube

Claire you say? Will give her a wave and report back.

Props must always be paid to DiY. All my clubbing-upbringing was done in Nottingham, through Gold, The House, the Marcus Garvey Centre for proper naughtiness and then the grail - James Baillie's The Bomb.

The penny dropped in there and I've not been able to dislodge it since. Everyone proper came through that place - Tyrant, DiY, Wiggle, the Detroit mob, Weatherall, Middleton. My worst night there spanks any top night spent anywhere else. Tiny club, low ceilings, sweaty happiness and memories wiped across that dancefloor. Comparable to Back to Basics in Leeds in terms of music policy, promoter into it for the right reasons and quality resident - Ralph Lawson for Basics and Dave Congreve for The Bomb, who still produces, DJs and gets his tracks supported from the likes of Wiggle. Only club I wish I did was Trade at Turnmills. Never did make it there.

Off to Wiggle's 20th birthday party tonight. Bushwacka, Nathan Coles, Terry Francis and Eddie Richards bringing the house rhythms all night long. Congreve is going as a punter too. Good gathering brewing in honour of true pioneers, whose music will always get me off.

Come at me, Wiggle 20th birthday party. We've both earned it.

Thinking out loud here.

Odd things posted by sorethroat. Creepy, even. Strange.

Vibrating man-face of dentistry lawsuit (washes his face in toothpaste). Distressed adult/child hybrid with no hair to boot (dainty wrist/flabby chin combo, perhaps varnish on the right hand's middle finger - occultist). Hellish Internet.

Da Lench Mob - Lord Have Mercy - YouTube

Why is there no point A? This is a low down, dirty, good for nothing cock without one. All knobs worth the name have an A on them, for orientation reasons and as means to starting conversations when one man can wonder no longer where another has chosen to inscribe his. Put an A on this dick.

Even by Graff's standards that's painful to contemplate. Calling it the Hallucination nails it in a way they never intended.

Last day of the Margaret Howell sample sale at 26 South Molton Lane today. Saved a handsome wedge there yesterday.

Boo to the cheapskates who ponced all the affordable tickets before I could. Cannot justify several hundred quid even for Kate Bush.

So good. Extra tickets available from 9.30 tomorrow morning. Cannot miss this chance to see La Bush.

Photek - Into the 90's - YouTube

According to Max Clifford, Max Clifford has an average sized penis.

Meanwhile, in North Korea...

Flippant yes, but it never gets boring reading what they're up to over there. Journos must be fighting over the communist desk after too long mired in dreary domestic politics.

"Our leader's haircut is very particular, if you will," one source tells Radio Free Asia.

This source is no longer living and Radio Free Asia is no longer broadcasting. Long live the new treachery.

Earlier, North Korea's state TV launched a campaign against long hair, called "Let us trim our hair in accordance with the Socialist lifestyle".

The best kind of satire is the type too far fetched to invent. I wear nothing but blind loyalty trousers and fear of death Y-fronts, topped off with a capitalist undercut with a dollar sign shaved into the rear.

Nothing good will ever come of or from the commuter belt.

Had much better scran in Switzerland though. This is raclette, both the name of the dish and cheese used. A ruddy great lump of it is grilled until bubbling and molten, then the gooey and crusty parts scraped onto a plate, to be eaten with boiled spuds, pickled onions and gherkins. Four of us just about polished off the whole thing then promptly retired to bed.

Not even close to advertised medium burger (medium-rare more like, nudging outright rare - too sloppy for my taste) and chips (hours old, dead) both lukewarm. Forgettable barbecue sauce. It might be cheaper, but still not a patch on Byron.

Last night's dinner was my first tussle with an Honest burger. Felt like eating a wet fart.

Apropos of that, this ride needs a diversion down a Bellenden Road somewhere, where all riders must gather to laugh at its suggestiveness, before retiring to a nearby Prince Albert pub for a soaking. You'll find one. I would come but I take myself too seriously to laugh nowadays.

1. MA3K
   
2. Mrs MA3K (forgotten your moniker)
   
3. Hairnetnic
   
4. Eddiemon
   
5. lynx
   
6. Bannon
   
7. starfish and coffee (ride out from central London)
   
8. fasih
   
9. Tonyme
   
10. Elra
    
11. keanulooser (tentatively)
    
12. shinkuu kiss
    
13. malandro
    
14. Senor Bear
    
15. Swine
    

Fuck yeah. Fallen so many times my buttocks are more tender than pulled pork, but the tangible progress after a few days is so rewarding. Got enough board control I can tackle proper slopes, rather than dick about on the baby areas the whole time as the first day suggested I would. Been to Les Rasses in Switzerland and Métabief in the Swiss-French Jura. Back there tomorrow. Fuck yeah.

Not sure to be honest. We're staying in a chalet up in Mauborget, where I've been before, so somewhere nearby I imagine.

Fall? Not go fast enough? I'm going to bleedin' kill myself it.

Off to Switzerland on Thursday for my first crack at this.

However - any other people who wear glasses got experience of goggles designed to be worn over them? I've already bought some disposable contact lenses should the goggles I'm borrowing there not be suitable for that purpose, but given I need sunglasses too the contacts were a good idea. Interested to hear whether OTG goggles work well in practice.