recently on the turntable

michelle shocked
arkansas traveller

bob dylan
live 1966

the band
music from big pink

danielle howle
about to burst

news stories from the year about to end

snorkeller sergio manti, 19, was jailed for three days, after swimming between gondolas in venice with a rubber shark's fin attached to his back. a tourist fainted at the sight

unlucky franciso rivera, 25, was wearing his gorilla suit to a, pisa, italy, fancy dress party, when alerted local zookeepers shot him with a tranquilliser dart and put him in hospital

fugitive james sanders, who escaped from a texas jail in 1975, was recaptured this year when he rang the fbi to ask if he was still on their wanted list

If you're in the mood, soul music is perfect like nothing else. Sam Cooke, Otis Redding, Wilson Pickett, Motown, and, of course, Aretha Franklin. The "dancing in the street" documentary tonight was on soul music. I've still got a smile on my face.

So, it's being a series of small adventures since my last entry. Small adventures and less time online. Small adventures mainly with Matthew.

Bopping him on my knee listening to music. I tell you, the boy is developing taste. I swear he smiles when I play Dylan. Playing tickling games where I run two fingers up his stomach and then tickle him in the neck as he dissolves into giggles. Doing funny dances as he laughs at me. Going for walks as he sits, wide-eyed in the pram, taking in all the sights. Feeding him mashed banana.

Tonight Debbie thought he was a little hot, so undressed him completely for a while. Big mistake. Not once, not twice, but three times he peed all over her within the space of twenty minutes. And each time he'd get this big goofy grin over his face as he sprayed forth. It's a male thing.

Deb woke me last night by, ummmmm, stroking me. I'm not entirely sure if there was a cause and effect process, or whether it was just coincidence, but I was having an erotic dream at the same time. I told her about it. "but that's not very erotic!" she said. Hey, it worked for me, baby!

"I'm gonna wait till the midnight hour, when my love comes tumbling down"

Hell, sometimes I'm just in a good mood. Soul music, small adventures and sex dreams can do that to you