Crap everything

I think I’m probably a little strange. Last night – the night before the Melodifestivalen Final – it felt as though the entire gay population of Stockholm was out clubbing at a venue just a few steps away from my hotel. The Paradise Club – in the form of a grey carbuncle poking up out […]

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Missing home

I’m waiting for the pilot episode of Six Feet Under to download from iTunes. I’ve devoured the omelette I ordered from room service, locked myself out of my bedroom leaving the tray outside the room for collection and had to go down to reception to get a replacement key … in my pyjamas. For most […]

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