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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Tuesday, February 10

On-tying the knot

I lied, I can't be bothered to flesh out the bullet points from my last post. I think it would actually be far more entertaining to allow the myriad of possibilities involving those potent ingredients take shape in the form of your own comments. Hint hint.

A different topic is at the forefront of my temporal lobes today.

Those of you that don't know me in a personal (or even biblical) sense, may be surprised to know that I'm getting married to M, my fiancee. Next week. No, really, it's true.

It's also scary, nerve-wracking, exciting, and stressful, all lumped into one tidy package that folds out at any time - even when you don't want it to! At only $99.99, you can't say no!

And it's strange because as soon as you let it slip to people over here, they inevitably ask one, more, or all of the following questions:

- When are you getting married?
- When did you get engaged?
- Who are you marrying?
- How did you meet?
- Are your family coming?

They usually come in quick succession, without the pauses for breath considered requisite for the interaction to be classed as a 'conversation'. To be honest with you, I've stopped telling any more people that I'm getting married now, just because I'm tired of answering. It actually reminds me of when I first came to the U.S., and was constantly having to disclose that no, I didn't have a stroke that paralyzed my left side, it's my accent. Yes, I'm from England. Yes, I sound so funny. Yes, I have seen that Monty Python movie. Yes, I sound so funny. The experience is one of those tests of patience that for some reason I try to pass. I consider it a success if I come out it without having slugged someone for saying something stupid.

Thankfully, the one question that they (perhaps consciously) neglect to ask about my pending wedlock is "Can I come?". Which, if you're asking me at this point, will be answered with a pretty blunt "Nope".