Archive for August, 2002

I Can’t Find My Prostate

Saturday, August 24th, 2002

Some friends of mine already know about this and have likely already chortled at my astounding lack of basic knowledge. I’ve now been forced to post this here too because I lost a, uh… bet.
Look. The simple story is that I forgot the word “prostate” when I was trying to explain something to a friend. […]

Sizzling

Friday, August 23rd, 2002

‘There’s got to be somewhere we can eat,’ moaned Adam, as we trudged our way around the block for the third time.
Yes, even though we live on a street renowned for its higgeldy-piggeldy range of international cuisine which can result in varying stages of bowel problems; we are never able to agree where to eat […]

Most Embarrassing Incident in Professional Career to Date: Candidate #1

Monday, August 19th, 2002

Scene: The foyer area of Jeb’s work. All staff have left for drinks at the local hotel.
Jeb enters stage right and Respected Office Worker enters stage left, simultaneously.
Respected Office Worker: Oh! I thought everyone had gone out for drinks.
Jeb: (stumbles through drunken haze) I just went.
Worker: Ah. But now you’re here.
Jeb: (has a good long […]

Theme Toilets

Tuesday, August 13th, 2002

Our new local pub is quite possibly the most average, middle-of-the-line hotel you could imagine.
You’ve got a couple of TAB TV screens showing the horse-racing. A couple of pokie machines bunged in the corner to guarantee at least some flow of steady revenue. The usual beers on tap for a Sydney hotel.
And subsequently, only a […]

iCough

Wednesday, August 7th, 2002

Adam has become ill over the last few days, and not in the Channel V sense of the word.
For the most part, he’s been suffering a searing fever, which has proven most convenient for me on these cold winter nights. Yet I can never tell if he’s putting everything on or not.
In the last hour […]

Food With Altitude

Monday, August 5th, 2002

It’s always puzzled my friends that Adam and I refrain from giving each other presents on our birthdays. No big deal to us, though: we’re both just pigheaded and are convinced that each of us has no idea what we should be giving each other, even after almost three years of going out. So on […]

Ominous Signs

Thursday, August 1st, 2002

‘So you’re not even considering having a kid?’ my mum asks on the phone. “Lots of gay guys do it. I saw it on Queer as Folk on SBS, so I know it’s true.’
‘Mum, why are you watching Queer as Folk?’ I sigh. ‘My life is nothing like that, and you know it.’
‘Well, you never […]