Joe at Jo Jo’s

Juicelog Monday 290107: The devil wears Prada, but one of my goblins (David Wantsome) wears a lot of Jasper Conran. As one of Jasper’s hot shots he dragged me down to his workplace to check out their sample sale. After meeting a few of his fashion work colleagues and checking out their goodies, we went for a quick bite at Hamburger Union.

After dinner I went down to check out Joe’s performance at Madame Jo Jo’s. Dressed in his leather trousers and boots he certainly looked every bit the rocker. His performance was fun to watch but could have done with the backing of a live band. Spent quite a large chunk of the evening trying to decipher what Paolo B (the hat man) was talking to me about.

The Day I Lost My Smile

Juicelog Sun 280107: If I ever go to bed early on a Saturday night, it can only mean two things. Either I’m awfully sick or I’m planning to burn down yet another church on Sunday morning. Waking up at an ungodly hour this morning I rode into town to rise up with my boys.

After breakfast I had to prove to the gang that I possessed a range of emotions. A lot of my friends are too good natured and polite to tell me how I smile too much. This afternoon I slipped and accidentally fell into a deep hole of telepathy and twisted my ankle of sobriety.

10 Years Too Late

Juicelog Sat 200107: Erratically, us male thirty somethings get a little frisky as we approach the end of the month. Looking to make sure that this troublesome need was met, I arranged to meet some dude off t’internet. After viewing a couple of photos and speaking to the dude in question I was quite assured of what I was letting myself in for.

Making my way down to his place (in South East London) I was feeling extremely enthusiastic about what promised to be a night of unrelenting and raunchy fun of tasty man spam. Walking out the train station into the car park I immediately saw a black army jeep waiting for me. After stepping into his car and looking at him properly I realised that he was a bit older than he had depicted in his pics. In fact, I had to squint my eyes trying to work out how the man before my eyes had managed to transform from a hotty into a notty.

Following a very brief drink at his local pub, I skillfully managed to escape un-juiced. On the way home I was positively relieved but at the same time fairly irate at myself for being conned by one of the oldest tricks in the gaydar bible. Since then a new commandment has been issued. Thou shall not forget to use thy web cam!

Bent Dick’s Bidet

Juicelog Sun 140107: Leaving Christie’s bidet drinks with a little pack of fudge tucked away in my back pocket, I travelled towards the direction of Mecca in the early hours of the morning to get to Shoreditch. As I was about four hours late I wasn’t too sure whether I had missed the party. Not being the last person to enter Bent Dick’s pad I think my arrival time was perfect.

Christie’s bidet drinks

Juicelog Sat 130107: Spared a few minutes within my January schedule for my first ‘07 cocktail (Toyko Mule) at the Dirty Martini Bar. Tucked away in the plaza of Covent Garden was this little underground cocktail bar. The venue was neatly decked out with lounge music played at a low volume. Unfortunately the service was a bit on the slow side and the bar staff had to refer to the cocktail recipes.

Tune In, Tuned out

Juicelog Sat 060107: Sam M (one of my pseudo neighbours) was feeling bored and wanted to go out. We went down to a new local bar called Tune In on Acton High Street. Sam received a tip off from some locals that it was a gay bar and so we hopped along with some jumbled up expectations that involved the usual assortment of Kylie remixes, drag acts and tanned moustaches in gimp suits.

Walking in we realised that it wasn’t very homo, in fact it was a bar lacking an identity run by a poof who was trying to attract a variety of punters. The décor was a mish mash of funky wall paintings with a few bits of cheapo furniture. Some of our entertainment came from this stunningly cute Polish barboy showing us a few of his magic card and mind tricks. Lacking in gaybar this place definitely needs a touch more gaydar.

Studio 60

Juicelog Fri 050107: Aaron Sorkin is back. From the man that gave us the smokin’ The West Wing, I’m slightly ambivalent as to whether Studio 60 On the Sunset Strip has got that magical touch. Having watched a couple of episodes I immediately recognised some of his hallmark touches which include excellent production values, a superb cast (quite a few of them we’ve already seen from The West Wing) and the rapid machine gun dialogue.

Borrowing the formula from the political humour of it’s Emmy award winning sister show, the script is fairly clever but is lacking with the witty moments. Not sure if Sorkin is going to be able to produce enough tricks, twists and turns to keep viewers interested in the characters and internal politics of a TV series about the behind the scenes workings of a TV series.