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, February 6

What a day - it's been one of those where so many quirky things happen, each of which you experience while thinking "this'll be great for my blog. . ."

Then you realize how pathetic it is that you live your life to fill a journal for the edification of others. Then you bow your head, and go masturbate in a public restroom to feel better about yourself, but get weirded out because there was someone in the stall next to you, and you heard them snigger at you. Then you realize 4 blocks later that you have a manky bit of men's room toilet paper clinging to your shoe, but you didn't notice it, and you've been walking down a crowded street.

Ahem. You know those days, right? . . . . . .right?

I digress. I think I'll summarize today in bullet point form, so I'll remember each topic I must cover in the next post:

- A room full of old, white, rich men. And me.
- Chicken, potatoes, cheesecake and Miller Lite
- Drunk at 11:30am
- Motel sex with a middle-aged, desperate woman
- Epileptic policeman with a whistle
- The Special Olympics

Now that you've been duly edified, I'm off to the men's room. . .