My plans for Easter

Mmm, Romans.

That is all.

24hrs part II

I spent the morning with an eligible bachelor, ate toast, and then walked home in the nippy Manchester sun. On returning home I received a message detailing that my friend's girlfriend is about to have gender reassignment surgery, which came as a slight shock to me. I thought about it some more and felt sort of fuzzy inside that these miraculous miracles can occur, and I was excited and afraid for him and how hard it will be, and whether it'd be like a beautiful but terrifying sci-fi adventure. Then I made a veggie chili and went to see another old flatmate who's visiting. We drank a bottle of Lidl Amaretto and chavved danced to Mc Bouncin's 'Metty Mission'  and the sounds of our Tyneside public transport youth with the home crowd in that rancid flat. Once we'd polished off our sickly sweet hooch we went to see Crystal Stilts. They were boring, and everyone was too drunk. The midnight hours were spent power walking to Salford, ogling the magic around me, desperately hoping I could remember the way there. I did, and arrived at my favourite place in the whole of the silly, luminous city, the Islington mill. Met up with the guys. John Maus wandered onto the stage dressed like a supply teacher in an anorak, geek trainers and suitably ill fitting shirt and jeans. He started up with Maniac so ferociously that I was very nearly headbutted from my perilous position at the very front. It was something special, I can tell you that.

Oxfam: Pins & Needles launch

I did a community project, how wholesome am I?

Or rather I would be if it wasn't a compulsory part of my degree course, and I hadn't been stinking drunk by nine. I spent all day leading up to it hyperventilating and baking charity cupcakes, so I think it's quite impressive that despite my neurotic dysfunctions and ugly cooking skillz we managed to make £100 big ones. 

Had actual fun between menial and degrading tasks, which included announcing the 30 second long "fashion show", persuading two rat-arsed and highly irritating boys to cough up once they'd barged in, guarding monstrous looking cupcakes and repeatedly whining, "But it's for charitttty"...I kept slipping out to have a cigarette and drunkenly shmooze when I had the strange realisation of having invited practically everyone I've ever slept with...spooky.It was really sweet having all my Mancunian favourites all together where I could see them too, dressing them up, emotionally blackmailing them into modelling, and humiliating them by making them parade around in smelly old vintage clothes. Awww, I love you guys!

 We had it at the Castle Hotel. It's super pretty in there and serves delicious real ales like Old Tom, which has a picture of a winking cat on the pump and is £1.90 for half a pint of 9% proof yumminess. What more could you want! Some cool djs and bands also played, including Burning Buildings, The Youth Anxiety, and The Revolutionary Spirit. Watch out for Pins & Needles II soon...

All photos kindly taken by Edwin Dorley-Brown

Enter The Void.

Invite a beautiful boy round. Get high. Watch Enter The Void. Try not to get so stoned that you become vegetabley introverted and fall asleep by half eleven. Dream the most beautiful, horrific, soul-destroying dreams. This is what I saw beneath my eyelids...

Enter the Void is a masterpiece. Watch it if you get itchy and angry and agitated at watching Jake Gyllenhaal stuffing his uninspired sexual organs into an emotionally sterile Anne Hathaway. Watch it if you thought Bambi's mum dying could've been pushed a little further, or that Renton got off too easy at the end of Trainspotting. If you want to be challenged and terrified and beaten around and sexually aroused. If you're yearning to be given a visually orgasmic, cinematic representation of all the terrible and wonderful contents of the cosmos . Or any Gaspar Noe film for that matter. Reach for the cosmic, Enter the Void.