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NUKE TERRY/WEEN SPY DOLL.

Just talking to my girlie Ayani and I was like "What's that you're listening to?" and she said "The new Raphael Saadiq, my sister just got it, it's alright" and I said "Oh no way, cool" and she said "What was that group he was in?" and her sister and I both said "Tony! Toni! Toné!" and then I said "Ohhhh! Get Involved? That song was the best! You know, ess ay double- dee eye cue" and she kept saying "What? What? Essay what? I don't know that song? What?" until she got that I was spelling out SAADIQ like he does in the song and then she went on to love on Lucy Pearl and then after we pumped eachother up about life, I went and listened to Get Involved and then I listened to this.



Then this...


And here it is ladies and sperms...THE PANTHER IN THE PARK ON MY STREET.
















































FIERCE.






















Oh, and big news for Twilight fans (not really), there are vampires round these parts too (really).
















I know! Who knew?! On MY street!

Hopefully all the sexy ones are busy being on the cover of GQ or Teen Vogue...

So that the sexy anti-vampire squad can take over and Leeza Gibbons and I can watch.


Bye-bye!

Jag Vill Ha Sex Please!

No April Fool's joke this. I’m here to break a record.
I’m here, in my favourite Scandinavian cafe,
to try and eat more hot dogs in one sitting
than anyone has ever dared to eat in here before.
Any excuse to wear my blue Björn Borg underpants.
Any excuse to wear my vintage 1986 Hummel football shirt.
Seriously, I’ve been in training. I’ve even employed a designated scorekeeper.
I've chosen the best seats in the house. I've removed my belt. The stage is set.
My favourite barista is on duty today, and she piles them high;
warm korv in a Vienna-type bread roll, with toasted onions,
ketchup, a healthy dash of remoulade and a squeeze of
nuclear-green sweet pickle relish on the top.
En, Två, Tre, Fyra, Fem and Sex.
It’s a messy business. Not for the fainthearted.
Turns out, the word “Sex” in Swedish can mean
both the digit 6 and, yes, also the act of making love.
It’s a Nordic double-entendre not lost on me.
The day is Wednesday. The time is 16:43 hours.
The receipt simply reads; Hot Dog Hot Dog
Hot Dog Hot Dog Hot Dog Hot Dog.

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