Summer Scorchers

Juicelog Thurs 290307: With the opening of the London branch of Abercrombie and Fitch, here’s a little flavour of what the speedo and bikini massive will be listening to come hot tub time:

Mark Ronson - Stop Me (Dirty South Remix)
CeCe Peniston – I’m Feelin’ You (Ron Carroll Mix)
Pearn & Bridges Feat. Amanda Wilson – Intoxicated
Joss Stone – Girl They Won’t Believe It
Out Of Office - Hands Up
Freemasons Feat. Amanda Wilson - I Feel Like
Orquesta La Mulenze - Anoche Aprendi
Groove Armada - Get Down
Raul Rincon - Indigenous People
Funk Deluxe – This Time
Amy Winehouse – Me and Mr Jones
Beyonce - Ring The Alarm (Freemasons Club Mix)
4Hero – Sophia
Trick & Kubic Feat. Valeska - Easy (Original Mix)
Those Guys – I Walk Alone (Haji & Emmanuel Remix)
Tyken – Every Word
Mr Reds Vs DJ Skribble - Everybody Come On (Stanton Warriors Remix)
Julien Jabre - Swimming Places
Oreja - Vasilando (Rasmus Faber Club Mix)
Tower Of Power - Only So Much Oil In The Ground
Webster Lewis - El Bobo
Basement Jaxx - Hush Boy
Louie Vega Presents Luisito Quintero – Tumbao
Ron Hall & The Muthafunkaz Feat. Marc Evans - The Way You Love Me (Dim's TSOP Mix)
Locodice - Phat Dope Shit (Saeeds Shit Base Mix)
Sunkids Feat. Chance - Rise Up (Grant Nelson's Big Room Mix)
Teddy Pendergrass - You Cant Hide From Yourself
Phunk Investigation - You Don't Fool Me
Electro Man Vs Underworld – Born Slippy (2007 Remix)
Chris Lake Feat. Emma Hewitt - Carry Me Away (Original Mix)
Sunfreakz Feat. Andrea Britton - Counting Down The Days (Original Vocal Mix)

Fixed

Juicelog Wed 280307: Today, I did something that no gay man should have to do. I replaced the washer on my bathroom faucet. Not a difficult thing to do but I had to do some reading up on how to do it properly. After completing the job I felt extremely proud of my mini success.

An Afternoon Christening

Juicelog Sun 250307: A small gang of us decided to go to our second residence for a petite country retreat. Not long after my glitzy strident appearance (at Later/Fire this afternoon), Robbie took a premature departure after consuming too much salty limonada. Slouching and sleepmincing back to South Bank, he did not notice that a bill was passed through the Sunday committee sneakily through the backdoor. It’s official that “Robbish” is now the artist formerly known as Robbie.

Barry K’s Bidet

Juicelog Sat 170307: Briefly joined Robbie’s posse for a delicious Eurasian flavoured dinner at Pang’s flat (a shockingly gigantic three bedroom flat in the Elephant and Castle area). Housed in an old school his place had that New York loft-house feel to it.

After filling up my tummy, I went to fill up my mind at Barry K’s 45^th bidet house party in Catford.

Barry K

Orlando / La Boheme

Juicelog Wed 140307: Last week, Bouncy Boy gave me my first opera experience with Orlando (at the Royal Opera House). And then this was followed up with La Boheme (at the English National Opera). Orlando was a bit more challenging than La Boheme as it was sung in Italian and we were seated at an awkward angle. Musically, both operas didn’t do much for me. This is partly due to a lack of knowledge about this particular musical genre but a lot of it stems from the fact I don’t find the melodic compositions that exciting. Even though I can’t whole heartedly recommend opera as a must do activity, both buildings are stunning enough to make the experience worthwhile.

DBB’s Bidet

Juicelog Wed 070307: Sharing a toilet with another fellow human being is something that we save for special occasions. Sharing your thirties is something that you should do on a regular basis. My dear friend, DBB, was feeling frightfully wrinkle shy tonight. As he slowly slips down his pole of youthfulness which has been heavily greased with two layers of Just For Men, here’s a little group embrace to welcome him into his 29^th year…..

Goodbye Fiction

Juicelog Fri 020307: Before the vibrant Vauxhall scene that we now have, there once was a nifty club called Fiction which properly introduced the sound of funky house to the gay massive. When I look back at my memories of this place, I always associate this place with summertime. The Cross has always been a firm favourite of mine and attracts a good mixture of ravers. Maybe it’s the tropical feel of the outdoor garden area. Maybe it’s the variety of the small quaint rooms. Maybe it’s the way the security staff closely inspect both your testicles. Whatever it is, it will always be regarded as one of those defining clubs of my generation. It’s the closest thing you can get to the experience Ibiza bop without having to hop onto a plane.

Flocking together from different locations of the London area a few of us gathered to spit and piss on Fiction’s gravestone tonight. It was the seventh but also the last one to be held at The Cross. Without the warm midnight summer evening to entice us out of the indoor area it was more testing to enjoy tonight’s revelry. Nick Bridges rounded off the final set with the very apt Gajdo’s “So Many Times”.