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TGI Paul

Wednesday, June 27, 2007

At Last... Even More Tales of the City!

Well, not exactly. But it IS the book that thousands of 'TOTC' fans have been waiting 19 years for!

Armistead Maupin seems quite adamant in claiming that this is NOT a sequel, which seems odd as it certainly doesn't stand as a novel in its own right. The plot is fairly thin, and the remeniscences wouldn't mean much to anyone who wasn't familiar with the six books already in the series. It would be a little like going to a school reunion at a school you never went to!

That said, what he does do is neatly wrap and tie up all the loose ends of our old friends lives, as prettily as a Selfridges assistant at Christmas!

The biggest difference about this new addition is that it's written in first-person, it's Michael 'Mouse' Tollivers' story this time. He welcomes you personally into his life, introduces you to his friends, never assuming you may already know some of them but instead giving you a potted history of each one, how they met and where they've been together. Yes, you do find out what's happened to everyone, but I'm not going to spoil it for you here!

We meet many new characters; his gorgeous new, younger husband, and his new 'ftm' transexual gardening assistant. We also get to know his family properly at last, which is where the bulk of the plot lies. When eventually he has to make a choice between biological and 'logical' family, it's obvious which way he'll side.

It's a lovely book, showing real growth of the central character who's aged and grown wiser along with the rest of us and the wearying world around him. It's full of hope; hope that there's always a chance.

Glad to see you again Michael!

Sunday, June 24, 2007

International Prides

HELLO!!!! :O)
I know this is terribly shallow of me, but... here's one more reason why I prefer San Francisco to New York;
Mayor Gavin Newsome - SF

(how handsome!?)

Mayor Michael Bloomberg -NY

Although really, who am I to speak with old Ken Livingston here in London eh? How great of them though to both be there and supporting the events!That wouldn't have happened, at least not in NY, a few years back I reckon.

Not everywhere in the world enjoyed such hassle free days;

Israeli gay men kiss during a Gay Pride parade in downtown Jerusalem, Thursday, June 21, 2007. Under heavy police guard, hundreds of gay activists marched in a Gay Pride parade in downtown Jerusalem on Thursday, sparking a noisy counter demonstration by ultra-Orthodox Jews and denunciations by Muslim and Christian leaders.

Thursday, June 21, 2007

Haven't Finished the Last Story I Know...

...but I'm a little disabled! I've managed to come down with radial palsy in my right hand which basically means the hand is a limp lettuce leaf hanging of the end of my right arm.

It is now all strapped up and has a metal splint holding my hand straight. This doesn't actually make it fully usuable, but at least I can position my hand and fingers, whereas without it I can't. For instance, I'm now using my right index finger to type, but still can't write.

The doctor is hoping the nerve that has stopped working will 'spontaneously recover'. This is most likely if the cause was compression of the nerve during sleep.

However, if by tomorrow it hasn't recovered, then they're suspicious that I actually have mononeuropathy, possibly caused as a side effect of my anti-retroviral medications that I've been on for a few years. Toxic damage, I suppose.

If this is the case, then there's the option of electromyography. I'm hoping this will fix it. I'm also hoping it doesn't spread..

I'll know more tomorrow.

p.s. I just found this on the web....
Review Articles
The peripheral nerve complications of human immunodeficiency virus (HIV) infection
B. J. Brew, MD, FRACP *
Departments of Neurology and HIV Medicine, St. Vincent's Hospital and National Centre in HIV Epidemiology and Clinical Research, University of New South Wales, Darlinghurst, Sydney 2010, Australia
email: B. J. Brew (b.brew@unsw.edu.au)
*Correspondence to B. J. Brew, Departments of Neurology and HIV Medicine, St. Vincent's Hospital and National Centre in HIV Epidemiology and Clinical Research, University of New South Wales, Darlinghurst, Sydney 2010, Australia
acquired immunodeficiency syndrome (AIDS) • antiretroviral medication • cytomegalovirus • human immunodeficiency virus (HIV) • neuropathy
Peripheral nerve complications occurring in patients with human immunodeficiency virus (HIV) infection are frequent and challenging. This review discusses these various complications according to the degree of advancement of HIV disease. Particular emphasis is placed upon emerging causes of neuropathy found in the context of HIV disease, such as infection with hepatitis C and human T-lymphotropic virus type I, as well as neuropathies related to antiretroviral medications. Muscle Nerve 28: 542-552, 2003

Saturday, June 16, 2007

The Party Season Is Upon Us....

Every summer, life begins to get a little more expensive. The Vauxhall Tavern starts to get more and more crowded on a Sunday afternoon as the sun gets stronger out on 'The Grassy Knoll'*, there seems to be a different 'Pride' occassion every few weeks, and the party invitations make you realise that you do have plenty of friends after all!

In my particular social circle the season is clearly marked out at either end. At the start of June, just as the weather gives us the first promising signs of the fun months to come, we kick off with Vic's birthday (of G&V fame) and Gary's birthday in the middle of September neatly brings the season to a weary close.

In between these we get their anniversary (oddly on the same day as my parents wedding anniversary AND my parents 'Decree Absolute' that purely coincidentally was signed off in the courts exactly 25 years later!), there's Brighton Pride, London Pride, Soho Pride, and I'm also hoping to make it up to Nottingham Pride, even though Argey Bargey and hubby are going to be away.

Oh, and there's my birthday in August too, although thats not a big thing this year. What kind of a nothing number is 38 eh?

So last weekend we started with a BBQ at G&V's fantastic new pad in Bow. Gary, being Gary, has naturally not just got the best apartment in that block, but easily the best in the whole area. Top floor, large roof terrace, views of Canary Wharf in one direction, and The Gherkin and Millenium Wheel in the other.

About 20 of us where there, all fitting quite happily out on the terrace, although it got a bit chilly later and some moved indoors. I knew the vast majority and those I didn't know were friendly and sociable.

Apart from The Little One, (a friend of a friend of a friend etc... who I've known pretty much as long as G has known V... he kind of came in a package, though not literally, with Vics side of the group), I did notice that everyone was coupled. As far as any possibility of anything happening with The Little One, thats a non-starter for both of us; we get on really well but neither are the others type. So, it was going to be a chatty one for me. Thats good, I thought, it makes a nice change not to be thinking about cruising haha!

And chat I did! I met some really lovely people, and specifically spent the majority of my time with a girl (sorry, woman!) called Lisa, and her soon-to-be-wife, who's been a friend of G's for 10 years or so, talking about everything and nothing. G said the next day its the latest he's ever seen her stay at a party.

Thats a nice compliment!

As the evening edged towards the wee small hours a few of us had the great idea of moving onto The White Swan, the infamous club that saw Michael Barrymore's declaration of his gayness a few years back. (note: arrested again? Watching with interest!). I can't remember how late it was when a very nice chap offered me a lift home (I checked if he had a swimming pool, he said 'no' so I figured he was ok!), but I I do know I made it home... unlike the others, who apparently went on to Fire at stupid-o'clock in the morning!

The next day brings a whole other chapter, so I'll continue with that later I think.

Chat later, Pxx

* The Grassy Knoll is the affectionate nickname for the bit of parkland behind The Vauxhall Tavern, mainly populated by gay men in varying states of trashedness depending on how far through their personal weekend they are. Just leaving Fire from friday night? Sleepin after Crash on the saturday? Or just starting at the Tavern on a sunday? They all mix and mingle here in the sun

Thursday, June 14, 2007

Quote of the Week

“He who fights with monsters might take care lest he thereby become a monster. And if you gaze for long into an abyss, the abyss gazes also into you.”

Sunday, June 03, 2007

A Very Quick Round-Up

I know I've been really bad at posting lately, especially tales about me. There's been an awful lot going on, a lot of which has been quite confusing and difficult to sort out in my head.

This, of course, is the very reason I should have tried to get it in writing, it almost definitely would have helped. But life sometimes seems to move so fast eh?

Work has been busy, not sales wise just busy. Staff changes, system changes, end of year meetings etc, have all kept me firmly in the Land of Cheese On Toast. Socially, there have been a good few occassions... remind me to tell you later about the Ice Bar visit, I've got some great photos of the place. Its awesome!

My lodger M is now firmly esconced in this years batch of Big Brother bitches & wannabees and live streaming is ruining my recent efforts to improve my carbon footprint. Other than that he's still the model flatmate. Every now & then I get a text saying "There's a treat in the fridge for you when you get in from work!", and there'll be some Ferrero Rocher or something of the sort waiting for me! Sweet!

As for Phil... thats the confusing part. I've had a bizarre 4 weeks knowing him. Meeting, falling immediately, his honesty about his civil partner and total denial that we could do anything, my admiration of his honesty, commitment and integrity ( so different to J!), his total inability to 'just be my friend', throwing a strop when I kissed someone else in front of him, and therefore our self imposed non-communication of any sorts.

But I miss him.