An Englishman in New England

An Englishman in New England

Work like no-one's watching, dance like you don't need the money, and hurt like you've never been loved.

All About The Englishman


Be informed
Be entertained
Be perverted
Confess, sinner
Things fall apart. The center cannot hold.
Change your perceptions. They're lame.
I have a dream.
I am Jack's imaginary friend
Don't think. Just Grow.
For all your multimedia needs
Rehabilitating Mr. Wiggles
Filthy Lies
Hey! You make me throw up a little!
The Framley Examiner Personals
From the creator of 'Grow'
Fura Neko games!
This man is everything I hope to be, artistically
Tokyo Plastic 2.0h!

I love free speech. Talk to me.


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Belle De Jour
C h a p e l . P e r i l o u s
Another Girl, Another Planet
Robber Rabbit

currently. . .

[Playing] Oh, holy Halo 2, Xbox
[Reading] War of the Worlds
[Songs of the Moment] Freelove Freeway, Ricky Gervais/David Brent & Noel Gallagher (The Office), Let Me Love You, Mario
[Movie(s) of the Moment] Before Sunset

highlight reel

Pussy Perspectives
The Laid List
Liquored Up and Lookin' Fer Pussy
Orphan Rampage
The Office and David Carradine
Urkel's Calling
A Wee Turtle's Head
Non-Event Horizon
The Illusion of Time
Born To Run
Bush Humor
Fiendster: The Anti-Friendster
Crusoe and the INS
Peak Oil
Smile for me, Mona
Spin the bullet bachelor party
Spin the bullet part II
Heaven and Home
Heal the world

Atom Feed me, Seymour

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Friday, January 2

My best friend, let's call him 'Drinman' has what some might think is the nerdiest hobby ever. He composes away messages for use when he's online with AOL Instant Messenger. I advise you to hesitate before mocking him, however. They're really fucking good - the man has an economy with words that provokes and yet keeps you just at arm's length from understanding.

. . .and he just loves it if they piss you off. . .

Once, when we were bemoaning the exertions of long distance travel, he and I had a bet that I lived farther away from Boston in London, England than he did. It was not long after I decided upon a $100 stake with much taunting and bravado, than I realized he was from Ketchikan, Alaska - possibly the furthest you could get away from Boston on a continent that was stretched around a quarter of the Earth's girth. Motherfucker beat me by 150 miles.

I get my revenge each christmas though - I at least can get a direct flight with a major and reliable airline. . .