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Tuesday August 30, 05
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06:38 PM - Help me, Kim and Aggi.
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As usual. not writ in here a while since a couple of weeks back when I went up to Glasgow to meet by Sweedy askling at the airport and bring her back here to begin the big adventure of us living together.
Yet before that I had to tidy the house up ready. This was a much bigger job than it sounds.The last time I properly tidied the house was sometime around February. Yet it had to be done as I didn't want her to think I was a slob or anything. At last I got to use my new vac which I bought in June, which was nearly exciting. God what magnificent suction. It took me two days and then a while to recover from the trauma. I admit it, I just don't know how to clean up. How do you clean windows for example? I had new windows put in a couple of years ago so thought it was about time I gave it a go, so went out and bought some cleaning fluids especially for it, a bottle of Mr Sheen, yet they looked worse when I had finished than when I began. They went all streaky. How the hell are you supposed to use that stuff? Even though it's made in the UK all the instructions on the back are in Polish, Czech and other strange Eastern European languages, maybe cos they think people in those countries won't understand how to use it, but what about the poor bastards in the UK? Like me? I nearly ended up smashing the fuckers. In the end I tried doing them with washing up liquid, which was better but still left blobs and streaks when it dried. Plus it took me hours. And I still don't know what you're supposed to do with Mr. Sheen? Are you supposed to mix it with water or what? The propostions of Wittgenstein I can understand. Even bits of Stephen Hawkins' book A Brief History of Time I can understand. But how to use Mr. Sheen. or even clean up in general, no fucking way.
Well since then we've been shacked up together for two weeks and, unfortunately gotta say the future doesn't look very promising for it continuing as long as I'd like it to. I'm suspecting now I needn't have bothered with all the cleaning, the tidying part of it at any rate, because she's more messy than I am. Not that I'm complaining as I kind of like being surrounded by piles of interesting looking female underwear and having my bathroom taken over and filled up with interestingly-shaped bottles full of all kinds of esoteric substances. The underwear part, especially, gives me a warm glow inside and has always been a fantasy of mine. Plus I guess I can get to try it on when she goes out. Yet despite that, I'm noticing there are pretty fundamental differences between us and it's becoming obvious she's not as into me as I am into her. Ah well, it's only life, no point worrying about it.
Over this weekend we went to the Manchester Gay Pride festival which was a good way to spend the time as any. We watched the parade wind its way through the city centre on Saturday and, as usual, it was nice to see floats of muscley waxed guys wearing nothing but tiny pink lycra trunks stuffed (I suspect) (or rather am hoping) with various kinds of vegetables, gyrating to House music whilst being cheered on by silver-haired grannies and toddlers sat on the shoulders of their parents. Where were you Bobmozza!? Some very bad pics I took of it here: http://wwwrecitdunoir.blogspot.com/ After that we went down the gay village which was all sealed off for the festival until about 4.00 AM which was good as I haven't done that for a while, although one low point was whilst in Churchill's, the DJ played a Rolf Harris song which was kind of sinister considering his designs on me and all, like he had followed me there. Spooky.
Shit loads of other stuff to write, such as about my exhibition which opens in just two days, but I'm sure I've bored everyone enough for one entry so will save that until the next time I get a chance to use my computer.
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Dilute some white vinegar with water, 1 part vinegar to 3 parts water. Guaranteed, NO STREAKS, lol.