cazwell
That’s Cazwell. I’m in love with him.
The weekend? Ah, well: WHAT a weekend!!
Theatre with B+L+A+D (Blad?). The Old Vic to see the stage adaptation of “All about my Mother.” Dame Diana Rigg vey good, Mark Gattiss wonderful (although playing a Madrid Tranny Whore with a Pontypridd Accent - what’s that all about?) Overall, though, a flawed piece. It felt like a staged replication of the movie. i found myself wondering a few times why they didn’t just hang a screen and project the film. Maybe it needed to take the movie as source material - a starting point, if you will - and then go in a different direction. Enjoyed it, regardless.
Saturday night was movie night, again. This week, we watched ‘Another Gay Movie.’ No, not another Gay movie, ‘Another Gay Movie.’ The title is… oh, you get it.
The movie is basically a Gay version of all those Porkies, American Pie style sex comedies about sex-obsessed seventeen year olds (played, as is traditional, by thirty-two year old hotties who don’t look as thought they’ve ever even heard of clearasil). It’s loud and stupid and offensive and - almost despite myself - fun.
If you like anal sex gags (or anal sex whilst gagged), jokes on fisting, Grahame Norton as a camp European Fetish Freak or scat / eneam humour, this is definitely for you. If you don’t, there might be something with Kenneth Branagh in the next aisle 
Sunday morning, pre-gym, I found Cazwell. Mmmmmmmm Cazwell. More on him later. For now, check out his website.