tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-58315222023-03-16T09:57:56.166+00:00not enough drew in the world<br>
<a href="mailto:drew.daviesNO@SPAMgmail.com">Yeah, yeah, email me</a><br>Drewhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06178081965344365066noreply@blogger.comBlogger564125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5831522.post-1137429950611391282006-01-16T16:19:00.000+00:002006-07-03T12:28:40.076+01:00Hello/GoodbyeAs friends who read this blog have pointed out – there really hasn’t been enough Drew in the world lately (insert laughter/new friends). There’s been a busy Christmas (in Dublin, the first with my Dad), a book to finish (not quite) and other blogs - kitchen, light, rug and chair ones to be exact (link to them and I’ll love you forever).In the month since I posted last, I’ve cried at Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5831522.post-1133801695619093192005-12-05T16:51:00.000+00:002005-12-06T15:28:51.126+00:00Lust in TranslationHow are you? I im sleepy. Have gest got home. And you?Oh dear, his English isn’t very good. Well that doesn’t matter. We had a connection. And a connection like ours is more than language, more than the physical - though the physical was pretty good as well. Mental note: I should start trimming again. Just because its winter, doesn’t mean I should get tardy with my manscaping.IAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06178081965344365066noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5831522.post-1133198645896947612005-11-28T17:23:00.000+00:002005-11-28T17:24:51.323+00:00Being a bit out of practice, I’d forgotten how wonderful it is to date someone you actually like. The highlights include:• Crippling self analysis• Heightened feelings of vulnerability• Loss of all humour• Instant body dismorphia• Incessant giggling• Inability to write in EnglishI can’t wait for the jealousy, miscommunication and random hand-holding to kick in either.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5831522.post-1132833213333207952005-11-24T11:46:00.000+00:002005-11-24T11:53:33.336+00:00Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5831522.post-1132571872748746072005-11-21T11:15:00.000+00:002005-11-21T11:17:52.760+00:00"Even more than in America, British regional accents are the key to deciphering class and social stature. Does he speak with a crisp London clip? A slurry cockney? Does it matter? No, because they all sound freaking adorable. What do you care?"(from Is He Cute or Is He British?)Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06178081965344365066noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5831522.post-1132324410031962172005-11-18T14:32:00.000+00:002005-11-18T14:33:30.046+00:00I went to a bar!Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06178081965344365066noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5831522.post-1131712366008292252005-11-11T12:31:00.000+00:002005-11-11T12:32:46.030+00:00I’m off to Madrid for a long weekend with eleven of my nearest and dearest. On my return, exciting new things will be happening around here. I’m going to let you into a few secret projects that have been brewing over the past few months and I’ll also start writing about my life again – maybe even reveal what the book is about. Have a great weekend and I’ll see you Tuesday to come. Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06178081965344365066noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5831522.post-1131210342892056202005-11-05T17:03:00.000+00:002005-11-05T17:07:25.496+00:00One of the characters in my novel is a poet. A goofy kind of poet. This is something I wrote for him, but it hasn't made the final cut.The Traders Rum Black raps Tom Thumb taps Blacken, twist They perch with me Wendel barter Broken, raw Drink them blind Spend my mind A gutted East, the Priest Will hark Falling, pawing Savouring The kill Till pecked and pluckedAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5831522.post-1131013025139764342005-11-03T10:16:00.000+00:002005-11-03T10:51:42.590+00:00The Great Unknown Things I kind of understand - kind of, but not really RSS the phrase “post modern” grammar (especially, commas) HTML The stockmarket Pinter “second cousin once removed” any measurement (distance, weight) excluding time the defintion of irony White Sauce Brown SauceAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06178081965344365066noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5831522.post-1130861944327636512005-11-01T16:13:00.000+00:002005-11-01T16:21:00.886+00:00In other news it's the Londonist party on Thursday. I will be there in my best shoes signing autographs and such. And when I say "signing autographs" I really mean "serving drinks". And when I say "best shoes" I really mean just "shoes".Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5831522.post-1130334243697537002005-10-26T14:43:00.000+01:002005-10-26T14:44:03.703+01:00Flexi-things I can do: Bend and lay my hands on the ground Do a back arch on my toes Stand on my head for, like, ages. Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06178081965344365066noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5831522.post-1130253700747874422005-10-25T16:21:00.000+01:002005-10-26T14:44:26.470+01:00Leap Run up Jump If you’re not sure where you want to land, lean forward Prepare to make contact Let the ground take your weight Relax It will hurt Make the flats of your feet sting Dirty your hands in the mud Bruise your knee But you only have to do it once Try not to think Focus Pick your spot and hold your gaze Now run Pump your arms Pump your legs Pump Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06178081965344365066noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5831522.post-1129649155677966162005-10-18T16:15:00.000+01:002005-10-18T16:25:55.686+01:00Here are some leftover photos from my Banksy review(this - which is obvioulsy not a Banksy - I found by chance at Portobello Road Markets an hour later)p.s. The Londonist drink was good fun. They’re all extremely clever and nice. Lot’s of Americans too. Who’d a thought?p.p.s. The weekend with my brother felt a lot like hard work. I have too little patience to be a very good entertainment manager,Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06178081965344365066noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5831522.post-1129217533411679162005-10-13T16:24:00.000+01:002005-10-13T17:04:47.443+01:0020 Fast Ones• We now have a washing machine that washes. Never before has white wear make me teary.• I got a lovely email today from Breanna over at the Austinist – welcoming me to the –ist family. Feel the love.• Speaking of – I’m having a drink with the Londonista tonight. Never really met any real bloggers (Lizzie, Christopher, you don’t count). Hope they don’t make fun of my syntax.• SpeakingAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06178081965344365066noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5831522.post-1128960156867363232005-10-10T17:02:00.000+01:002005-10-10T17:05:53.620+01:00The Monday Hangover You will never drink againYou will feel sorry for yourself on the tube ride home. Yes, it is hot and crowded. You should have thought about last night, drinky boy You will go to the supermarket and suffer the crowds to get yourself something healthy for dinner - some type of raw bean and/or tofu curd salad You will not write because we don’t want our first novel Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06178081965344365066noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5831522.post-1128618546296266722005-10-06T18:08:00.000+01:002005-10-06T18:09:06.303+01:00Join the debateAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06178081965344365066noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5831522.post-1128521681391839012005-10-05T15:14:00.000+01:002005-10-05T15:14:41.400+01:00Another Londonist quicky here. I'll have my name attached soon, but until then I'll link.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06178081965344365066noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5831522.post-1128520802876106412005-10-05T14:58:00.000+01:002005-10-05T15:00:02.890+01:00As if the blog Gods were eavesdropping and decide to play a joke…5 October1.54pmHi I thought it be polite and tell you I’m alive… and you? Alba2.06pmI see, you must be dead. This would be a horrible joke if you really are dead... AlbaThe thing is, even though I can see how carefully he’s phrasing himself, I still mangle the messages to mean whatever I want them to.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06178081965344365066noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5831522.post-1128440343168416362005-10-04T16:36:00.000+01:002005-10-04T16:39:03.176+01:00Experiments in XXXX22 August, 10.22amHi,I've moved house. I didn't take the place in Streatham. I moved into a bigger two bedroom house in Bethnal Green instead. My bedroom looks out over a children's playground, which isn't as creepy as it sounds. I can see Tower 42 and the Gherkin. I've watched as the scaffolding changes each day while they clean the glass on the outside of the Gherkin. It mustAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06178081965344365066noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5831522.post-1128349843884969472005-10-03T15:29:00.000+01:002005-10-03T15:32:10.976+01:00The Monday MysteryGuess who’s a new writer for the Londonist (and now has yet another excuse to go out drinking)?Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06178081965344365066noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5831522.post-1128066495769421762005-09-30T08:47:00.000+01:002005-09-30T08:48:15.770+01:00Just gone 8.30am and I’m walking by the Astoria where there’s a queue of hundreds. Thinking it’s a bit early for a pop concert I question a security guard. He sniffs, and cocks his head at the bleach blonde women hugging sleeping bags to their bosoms against the drizzling rain; "Robbie William’s is having a concert tomorrow" he replies in a thick Eastern-European accent, and I thank him and walk Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06178081965344365066noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5831522.post-1127816619199549492005-09-27T11:23:00.000+01:002005-09-27T11:43:40.856+01:00Martin: late twenties, olive skin, owns his own apartmentI invited him over for dinner with my flatmate and her friend. I cooked, laid on wine, floating candles and good conversation. Outcome: We didn’t call each other again. I was put out that he didn’t even text to say thanks for the meal. Kurt: late twenties, works in tellyMet Kurt at a bar but didn’t really fancy him to begin with. He did Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06178081965344365066noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5831522.post-1127489408476906352005-09-23T16:29:00.000+01:002005-09-23T16:30:49.203+01:00Oh Drew, you and your crazy life!• Mentioned in an article on gay blogs in QX magazine (read the PDF). As my address is too long, they simply put Not Enough Drew In The World. The gays can figure it out. • Bought a £12 bottle of wine by mistake. Have never, ever bought a bottle worth more than six quid in my life. It was oaky and delicious, but I was too resentful to enjoy it.• Had a date with Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06178081965344365066noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5831522.post-1127255854335596512005-09-20T23:33:00.000+01:002005-09-20T23:47:49.806+01:00Dear Sir,It is coming up to 12pm and I have had to turn off the radio because “Freedom pass” is possibly the worst show I have ever had the misfortune to listen to. Perhaps it is because I am twenty-six and not one of your “Parky” demographic, but as an avid Radio 4 listener I was shocked to hear such drivel.Not only was it grossly boring, but the derogatory and insulting remarks about single Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5831522.post-1127165930957885392005-09-19T22:29:00.000+01:002005-09-19T22:38:50.956+01:00At the final whistle the book was 30 to fifty with six overs to go, but it went into overtime after a toss and they scraped in with just enough to make the final four laps and get the bonus.You know, sometimes I wish I'd played a bit more sport.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06178081965344365066noreply@blogger.com