effing Blogger

I would like to apologise for the lack of carriage returns in my previous post. Things were going fine until I added a photo. Then Blogger decided to put two extra blank lines between every paragraph.

Of course, this is bad. I tried to fix it. Foolish me. I didn't work.

I tried removing all the stupid coding beind the page and it didn't work. Can someon please tell me why Blogger uses [div] tags for new paragraphs? What's wrong with the good old [p] for fuck's sake.

I'd forgotten about this annoyance and now remember it was one of the reasons I stopped blogging for a few months - it was just too much effort to go back and fix everything once my train of thought had arrived at the station and it's passengers disembarked.

If you know why Blogger does this, please enlighten me. I emailed their support ages ago and never got an answer.

Fuck fuck fuckity fuck!

Show Me The (Too Much?) Money!

The recent announcement about the UK's biggest lottery winner (just over £35m) put me in mind of a conversation I had about a year or so ago with some people about winning the lottery.

The story on everyone's lips at the time was the huge £100m+ jackpot in the Euromillions lottery. I even spent twenty quid on tickets for that one and I hardly ever play the lottery (but am in a pool at work).

Just about everyone involved in the conversation was saying that they would never want to win £100m - it's just too much money. They would be happy with one or two million, but that huge amount is just too much - they wouldn't know what to do with it.I think I shocked them all when I said I'd love to win £100m. They thought I was mad and even a bit greedy.

Well, I replied back and said I think them saying they would only want one or two million instead of one hundred million pounds was selfish. In part, if they didn't want to win that much money, why did they all buy tickets and reduce MY chances of winning the big prize?

Now putting aside all the arguments for and against national lotteries, the fact remains the potential for a huge life changing win, however small, is there for anyone who buys a ticket.

Now the reason I said I would love to win the £100m is simply because not only would it change my life for the better (and of course create other problems too), but I would be able to help so many other people with the money.

No one really needs £100m all to themselves to ensure they live a comfortable care free life. I know I don't. Ten million would do it for me, so that leaves 90 million for me to pay off family and friend's mortgages, pay for a fab first class holiday for everyone - Necker Island anyone?. Then there's all the charities you could help or maybe help fund scholarships for your old high school and univerisites.

There's just so much GOOD you could do with a huge pile of cash like that. Yes, I'll be honest and say I'd allow myself a million pounds from that 100 million and go mad. I mean, why the hell not? You only live once and money like that will never come around again, so enjoy it!

I've always wanted a huge house with a pool and cinema, bowling alley etc, and by gawd, I'd have it too...but with all those things, you can still only use them one at a time (well, maybe an underwater bowling alley!), so once the 'stuff' is out of the way, I'd go out and spread the wealth.

My job from that point would be ensuring the rest of the money is put to very good use to help others.

Once I explained all that to them they got the picture - mumbles of 'good idea' and 'oh, I never thought of it that way', and a 'jeez, that's too much work, just give me a few million and I'll be on my way'. Well, there's always one isn't there?

So the next time you or someone else thinks a lottery jackpot is just too much money to win, please think again....or I'm liable to give you a smack and take away your ticket.

Drop Kicked off the Blogroll!

Oh dear. It has been some time since my last post. I keep meaning to update it and then get distracted by looking at porn other things on the internet. Lately I've been spending too much time on Facebook. Yes, I've succumbed like many other people and am now poking, prodding, throwing sheep at and sending / replying to messages that start with 'remember me?'.

Mostly it's all in good fun....I know enough to limit my profile info to strangers, but you can't stop people from trying to add you as friends. I've had one or two send friend requests that I didn't like years ago when I had to be around them, so why would I want to be on-line friends with them now? I just click the ignore button - so much easier than telling them to fuck off really. Plus, I'm too polite to say something like that.

Looking at my last post, it was all about the stag night. Well, things moved on since then and I'm married! Woohoo! I keep planning to do a day by day blog for everyone who wanted to know what when on (and for my one memory too) - I even have all the notes right here beside my PC - *waves paper*. Still, I haven't done it, but it's written down.

For those of you who want the short / abridged / Coles Notes / Readers Digest version, here it goes.

Had the stag night - it was fab. Got the telly delivered a week before the wedding. It's beautiful (now have a new PC attached to it as well, so it's great for going through all our photos, music, and porn other stuff).

Got to Victoria on Monday evening, welcomed by all the family and settled in. Got fitted for tuxes the next day, did some shopping, went to the hotel and met our photographer (*phwoar!*) and generally did wedding stuff.

Met up with some of our London friends at an Irish bar (they are everywhere), talked about Canada - first time for many of them, drank and laughed. Thursday did the rehersal - and figured out what went where etc.

Friday - got married. Fantastic day, lovely speeches by everyone - and from all reports most people thought it was the best wedding they'd been to. I should hope so - us gay boys know how to put on a party. Of course, it would have been not so great if my parents had not helped organise so much of it. They even put on a big party on the Sunday at their home for everyone.

Tuesday, me and my new husband flew out to Las Vegas and stayed in the Luxor Hotel. Wow - what a place that is, both the hotel and the city. Truly a playground for grownups. Didn't win big, but had fun playing the slots, wandering around and being tourists. Even made it to the Liberace Museum! woohoo! It's a long bloody walk from the strip, that's for sure. We took the shuttle bus back.

Oh, and Jason from Krave was a rather lovely highlight. Shame the girl who spilled a drink on me never got around to sending me a picture of the two of us with him. She was so drunk she probably drank my business card with my email. It was the only time we didn't take the camera. Oh well....

Had a few days in Vancouver, met up with friends there then it was all over and back to London with a few more days off.

My parents visited in July for two weeks as they were coming for our post London party which was an enormous success - almost 100 people there with a drag queen for a bit of cabaret thrown in for fun. All our gay friends were most annoyed as they told us 'we'd set the bar rather high' and they'd have to try and outdo us. Even my best man, Jason told me he was not pleased as 'he's the one that throws great parties.' Trust me, that is quite a compliment coming from him.

So now it's summer....well, that what the calendar says, but for the most part the weather in London has been rather crap. We've had two nice warm weekends so far, but that's it. At least it was nothing but warm sunshine for Brighton Pride - all those disco bunnies got their disco tits out!

So, in a nutshell that's what I've been up to. The comment in the previous blog is from one of my favourite bloggers - he's dumping people off his blogroll that haven't been blogging for at least two months. So that's prompted me into action. Mind you, he took a break for more than two months...although he did announce it...whereas I've just mostly been lazy, and at times stuck for words - which really is not like me at all.

So must do better. We'll see. But Big Brother is on now, so must run.

Yes, I'm that sad.