So this week I have mainly been enjoying 'Stop Making Love' by The Gaylads. Quality skinhead ska by some Jamaicans with an unfortunate name. Email me if you want a copy. The Kenneth Williams thing on telly tuther night was brilliant. I loved the scenes with him and Joe Orton out cruising the graveyards of 60's London. Kenneth was a pathetic figure who was scared of his own shadow and constantly pushed away what he constantly craved - love. Even his doctor told him to find a 'companion' - "someone to enjoy a bit of mutual masturbation with", but his warped view of relationships just worsened as he got older and he died lonely and a snob. Shame. I'm off to The White Swan tonight for amateur stripper night. I used to work at this pub about 15 years ago (I had two mortgages and this was cash-in-hand) so I'm well aware of the horror-shows that volunteer to de-robe for cash. I remember Paul the pot-man (glass collector) was always called upon to swell the ranks when there were only a couple of volunteers. He was glad of the extra tenner and we were glad of his performance because he was devoid of any rhythm and had the body of a bin man so was hilarious to watch. I remember the crowds at amateur strip night being completely evil and always awarding their loudest cheers (and therefore deciding the winner) to the worst and ugliest of the contestants. If that's still the case then I'm a certainty and I still have two mortgages.