Mondays Magic Lookalikes...

And here we are again, Mondays are never complete without me writing to myself in my readerless blog. Writing about something that, had I a huge mailing list, no-one would give a damn about anyway.

Still cynicism aside, this week we're a wee bit closer to home.

My life-friend Bazza told me last week that I look like Gok. That’s right, Gok the androgynous fashion messiah. A man with the skin tone of a embalmed corpse and the emotional detachment to match.

I'm well aware he makes women who resemble the contents of a washing basket feel good about themselves, and that’s all great. Whenever I've watched it though, I've always had this feeling in my stomach, that he's using women’s insecurities to push this fallacious caricature of himself down the throats of the viewing public.

Christ where am I going with this... fuck it, does he look like me or not?







Great ain't it, one of my best mates thinks I look like a pre-op transvestite. If that wasn't enough of a punch in the gut he told me I walk like him too. I flounce about like a I've got a broken bumhole... great.

Well Bazza, this ones for you.






Meeow ya bastard!