Xmas Factor

Juicelog Fri 301107: Down in Bethnal Green is this wonderful little venue called Bistrotheque. Tonight John, the Larma and myself got into the festive spirit by going along to check out X-Mas Factor (panto directed by Jonny Woo). The show was very disappointing as we grew tired of the miming very quickly and there was a lot of mime in this show. A wooden spoon gag was introduced at the start and was carried on throughout the whole show but it lacked structure. The content of it was a bit all over the place and nowhere as sharp as Stark Dallas Naked. It’s one saving grace came when Kandice(sic) picked it up with her Ice Ice Baby rap.

Crazycakes & Londan’s Bidet celebrations

Juicelog Sat 241107: One Juicy minus 80 winks equals one grouchy juice. One Juicy plus a handful of twinks equals a heavy juicing. Starting earlier tonight we took last night's template of events and refined it for tonight’s programme of events, substituted with strong love from the heart.

A night of the Dans

Juicelog Fri 231107: The unofficial start to the weekend begin at mine. After dinner with Crazycakes and Dan E, we whizzed up to Skankchester. Livened up the journey with dance choons and a shout out from Annie Mac on Radio 1. Got a shout out on the Annie Mac show (Radio 1).

Minor alcohol soaking occurred at Spirit Bar and Queer before heading down to cheesy Cruz101. Being 160 miles away from home, we were not aware of the local formalities. Cruz101 decided to adopt Stringfellows door policy and told us that a couple of us weren’t allowed in. On asking the security for a reason we were told “I don’t like the look of your friends”. As we didn’t have enough time to book ourselves into Harley Street, we opted for a night out at Unnecessary instead.

Friday nights in Manchester are always a bit quiet but we somehow still managed to extend it like a full length 12 inch remix.

Danny B’s Bidet

Juicelog Fri 161107: Robbie and Zack threw Danny B a surprise bidet soiree tonight. All of us assembled at the back entrance on the second floor. We were closely watched by the security guard as we made our way up to the seventh floor. I think he wanted to take a massive chunk out of Zack’s creamy cake. At the appointed hour we barged into Robbie’s apartment trying to harmonize our unrehearsed version of happy birthday. Danny was immersed in his macbook and looked up with a slightly stunned expression.

Mike S. lugged the remaining party leftovers (Fragiler, Andre and myself) down to Trailertrash for some eastend electro-ness. Ended off the morning with an uber posh chillout in Clerkenwell.

Saturday Skating / Fireworks

Juicelog Sat 101107: Skidded and wobbled all over the outdoor ice skating rink at the Natural History Museum. Twenty years ago was when I went last skating and thought it would be relatively easy getting back into my stride, but it took me a lot longer to get into the groove.

Tubed it down to Temple to watch the Lord Mayor's fireworks on South Bank. Attendance was high and a lot of spectators obscured our view of a fairly unimpressive fireworks display. After some cold drinks at the Purcell Room we went for a boisterous dinner at the Marquess of Anglesey pub in Covent Garden. Martialmellow found an orange Italian toy at The Box which was faulty. As we couldn't amuse ourselves with the toy we gave it to Ashley for battery replacement.

Phu’s Bidet

Juicelog Sat 031107: London may just be one city, but this afternoon I went on a mini voyage heading down to the E2 area for Phu's bidet. Had an funky time trying to learn how to used the fridge bottle opener and ended up drenching Paul C in beer. Scoffed a whole load of Aaron's tasty homemade tacos with a Latino-asian styled filling.

Meeting T K Maxx / Bob Marvin’s Bidet

Juicelog Thurs 011107: Nottingham sent one of their finest knights (T K Maxx) in silicon armour on a secret mission tonight. Under the guise of a date, I went along to find out as much as could about him. Disguised in normal casual civilian clothing I hooked up with him at Trafalgar Square, before proceeding to Café Espana for dinner and some under the table knee bashing.

Our getting to know each other session was briefly suspended when we joined the boys for Bob Marvin’s bidet drinks. Not expecting the Lady (Clitty) and the Tramp (Dettol), we were forced into playing a game of musical chairs. For once, our nostril damage was not self inflicted.