Why should the devil get all the best music

Reading Aunty Marianne's account of our celebratory sojourn into all things faux oirish - which appears to be entirely accurate by the way - got me musing as to why it is that I always find myself attracted to the bad guys. The Dark Lord was easily the more attractive of the two protagonists and analysing my reactions it had nothing to do with their relative merits in the looks department.

I came to realise that it was definitely the costume, in particular the shoulder pads which gave him that very masculine shape referred to by the Aunt as 'the Carrot'. The colours where brooding black and majestic purple, a winning and sexy combination if ever there was one.
I found myself smiling from ear to ear when he 'vanished' the Lord of the Dance in a puff of smoke and could not bring myself to applaud when he himself was 'vanished' or should it be 'vanquished' in the following act.

There is nothing I despise more than your architypal goody goody in a white shirt. I know he stands for all that is fair and true and all that and although I am, I think, a pretty fair and true person, that kind of thing is soooooo boriiiiiiing.

My first sexual fantasy, as I recall, was Captain Black, agent of the misterons. He was all brooding, silent, unshavenness and definitely had the look of the morning after the night before. A look I have gone for ever since as is evidenced by Fast Eddy (the morning after bit anyway).

Brussels Blogmeet

Well.........I met some Brussels bloggers last night. At least I think I did. Zoe was there with the Twat, Spanish Goth and the Mariposa, Tippler and Laura, Brom man from England, Honey and Eliab, and of course the Aunt who took me along and, standing in for Fast Eddy, acted as security blanket, chaperone and towards the end of the evening - minder. From what I can remember, a nasty shouty man got upset when I touched his techno thingy (and that's not a euphemism).

Suffice to say I haven't been feeling 100% today but am just about ready for my favourite 'feeling a bit under the weather' cure - chocolate, which I will take hot and in the form of a drink for rehydration purposes.

Did I just hear Tony Blair talking about the divisions between Sonny & Cher in Iraq?

Anyway, I had a fab time and already appear to be enjoying the fringe benefits of this blogging hobby(horse).

A pipefull of ready rubbed

Where can you buy chocolate smoking sets these days? As a small child I used to receive one every year from Father Christmas and enjoyed savouring the chocolate pipes, cigars, lighters and occasional vintage motor bikes contained therein. Admittedly the chocolate was cheap and greasy but this was only to be expected from something designed to get you interested in a career in casual smoking. Needless to say I graduated in true 'I told you so' style to a 40 a day habit. I have since kicked that particular habit but it has left me with a hankering for a good old fashioned chocolate smoking set.

My new flatmate has a fine collection of pipes (none of them chocolate I may add) and something very strange in the attic!