EUREKA!!!! I think.....

I stumbled across something interesting on MySpace earlier today. I don't know whether it's his "official" page or whether it's someone masquerading as him but I think I found Anderson Cooper's MySpace page!!!!!

See it here.

I'm still planning to do a feature on sexy older men and Anderson is definitely someone who will be in the line-up.

Dear Penis

Some time ago, I posted an entry about the Syncsta Boys.

I recently discovered another pair of jokers who do something similar and this time they were lip-synching to a song called "Dear Penis". It rather accurately describes the relationship between every boy and his "best friend".

A friend of mine from Facebook sent me the YouTube link. I first met him on MySpace and he's a great guy. Don't get any funny ideas though - Marcy is taken. He's very much in love with Liam, as far as I can tell.

Enough waffling, here it is:

Postcript: As of 5th December 2007, Marc and Liam have split up - Marc told me as much when I met him last week. I think Marc is already in love with someone else but I'm not allowed to say who for now.

A (Notional) Milestone

It's finally happened.

The number of friends which I now have on MySpace has crossed the 1000 mark.

It's a milestone but only a notional one in that I don't know all 1000+ of them, much less met them all. Some gay guys on MySpace have claimed to have shagged all their friends on MySpace and they have several thousand friends - a rather hyperbolic claim, I suspect.

The reality is that while I would like to get to know all 1000+ friends much better than I do now, there simply aren't enough hours in a day.

I'm hoping to at least send them birthday greetings, if not have some sort of email correspondence with some of them.

It will come as no surprise that all of them are boys - some straight, some gay, some bi and some undecided. It doesn't really matter though.

Perhaps I'm hoping for too much but among the 1000+ friends I have, there's a guy whom I really like but who's so far declined my friend invitation. This is him:

He's Greg Bradford and he's from Fayetteville, Arkansas. He's a few years older than I am and when I read his profile, I nearly fell off my chair. I couldn't believe how compatible we were in terms of our interests. Not only that, he's also handsome and smart - everything a gay boy could want.

According to his profile, he's single and I assume, available so if any of you out there who are looking, there's an amazing guy out there who's single and I'm sure would make anyone a fantastic boyfriend.

Dear Alcohol

First and foremost, let me tell you that I'm a huge fan of yours. My friend, you always seem to be there when needed. The perfect post-work cocktail, a beer at the game, and you're even around in the holidays hidden inside chocolates as you warm us when we're stuck in the midst of endless family gatherings.

However, lately I've been wondering about your intentions. While I want to believe that you have my best interests at heart, I feel that your influence has led to some unwise onsequences, briefed below for your review.

1. Phone calls: While I agree with you that communication is important, I question the suggestion that any conversation of substance or necessity takes place after 2 a.m. Why would you make me call my ex-boyfriends when I know for a fact they do not want to hear from me during the day, let alone all hours of the night? Furthermore. . . this is not a good time to figure out exactly who these mystery names are in my contact list.

2. Eating: Now, you know I love a good meal, but why do you suggest that I eat a bowl of cereal with a scoop of ice cream, along with the left over Pakistani/Indian and Chinese and those stale ass chips that I dont even know who bought and wash it all down with a protein shake? I know Im an eclectic eater, but I think you went too far this time.

3. Clumsiness: Unless you're subtly trying to tell me that I need to do more yoga to improve my balance, I see NO need to hammer the issue home by causing me to fall down. It's completely unnecessary, and the black & blue marks that appear on my body mysteriously the next day is beyond me. Similarly, it should never take me more than 5 minutes to give a cabbie my address or get the key into the lock on my door.

4. Pictures: This can be a blessing in disguise, as it can often clarify the last point below, but the following costumes are banned from ever being placed on my head in public again: Mullet wigs, sombreros, bows, wrapping of any kind for that matter, ties, boxes, upside-down cups, inflatable balloon animals, traffic cones, or underwear. Also, what is with you making me take pictures with people I clearly don't like when I'm sober? Yet they suddenly become my best friends when a camera is presented?

5. Beer Goggles: If I think I may know him from somewhere, I most likely do not. Please do not request that I go over and see if in fact, I do actually know that person.

Also, the phrase "Let's Fuck" is banned from now on.

6. While I may be thinking this, please reinstate the brain-to-mouth-block that would stop this thought from becoming a statement, especially in public. Please stop me from talking to the guy with the crooked teeth, bad breath, squeeky voice, etc. Why are they appealing to me while I'm with you and why are they so disgusting to me the next morning after you have worn off??

7. Furthermore: These bizarre hangovers have GOT to stop. This is getting ridiculous. I know a little punishment for our previous evening's debauchery may be in order, but the surprise 3pm hangover immobility is completely unacceptable. My entire day is shot. I ask that, if the proper precautions are taken (water, vitamin B, bread products, aspirin) prior to going to bed/passing out facedown on the kitchen floor with that nasty bag of chips, the hangover should be minimal & in no way interfere with my daily Saturday or Sunday (or any day for that matter) activities. Its just not fair to let me wake up feeling like a million bucks and give me the sneak attack later that day.

Alcohol, I have enjoyed our friendship for some years now and would like to ensure that we remain on good terms. You've been the invoker of great stories, the provocation for much laughter, and the needed companion when I just don't know what to do with the extra money in my pockets. In order to continue this friendship, I ask that you carefully review my grievances above & address them immediately. I will look for an answer no later than Thursday 3pm (pre-happy hour) on your possible solutions & hopefully we can continue this fruitful relationship.

Yours truly,

[Insert Your Name Here]

This cri de coeur is courtesy of Jason from MySpace.

How To Kill A Fly

Ideas courtesy of Majeed - check him out on MySpace!

P.S. I don't get the Flitler one :(

Syncsta Boys

I've been a bit late in discovering Syncsta but better late than never.

Who is this Syncsta and what's it when it's at home?

Well, if, you're like me until a few days ago, you've never heard of Syncsta, they are a duo of two teenage boys who started off with a webcam making lip-synching videos for a laugh but soon because very well known all over the internet.

They boys are Chris Green and Jake Walmsley, both of whom live in the village of Spondon in Derby, England. Chris and Jake have their own websites (see here for Chris and here for Jake) and Chris also has a MySpace page. Here's some visual assistance - cute aren't they?




If I had to pick one of them to take with me to a desert island a la Sue Lawley (she doesn't do the BBC Radio 4 programme anymore, sadly enough), I'd pick Chris who is the blond one but it's not because he's blond. Honest, I'm not like that. It's his smile - it makes me weak in the knees. For some reason Jake doesn't do it for me in the same way but I wouldn't kick him out of bed!

All this is, of course, only in my head and even though the boys look very cute together and could easily be imagined as a couple, they truth is (as far as they have asserted) is that they are both straight but have a great time making shirtless video clips and camping it up for the webcam, especially in the Gay Barbie song which is probably the funniest one they've done.

The boys haven't seem to have made anything for quite a few months now and perhaps have moved on from making vidoes but I'm hoping that it's not the last we're going to see of them. They could be the next Ant & Dec or Topping & Butch - who knows?

I've posted two clips (Gay Barbie and Dragostea Din Tei) from YouTube and a link to all their other video clips on YouTube. Hope you like them as much as I do.

Covering The Entire Market

Many thanks to Nickz for posting these clips - it appears that Levis has decided not to ignore its gay male demographic and has put out 2 ads for its jeans. Depending on your taste, choose the one you prefer......

The Ginch Gonch Boys Have Been Busy

It's not what you think but maybe it is. Benjamin Bradley (he's the other Ginch Gonch Boy) explains why they've been busy - it's cock-hardeningly good! More good stuff on his blog here.

He's Not Gay

I found this on Ethan Reynold's blog (yes, he of the Ginch Gonch Boys). It's about a young man protesting his innocence against the disbelief of his family - a good laugh and that's not being unkind. See the clip and you'll understand why. There's an overuse of the sostenuto pedal but his music teacher is to blame for that - more is not always better - which is a lesson some women should learn about the use of make-up.

Why I Like Australian Boys

I've been "collecting" friends on MySpace recently and one of whom is Matt. He comes across as a very nice, well-adjusted young man who lives in Queensland on the Sunshine Coast and has done some professional modelling (not the pornographic kind - more the A&F type which for some people, is almost the same). Definitely boyfriend material, as far as I'm concerned.

He was a good reminder as to why I find Australian boys very fanciable. If you're curious about Matt, this is what he looks like:

If you like what you see, do visit his MySpace page and tell him what you think. He's definitely given me a wet patch.