Back on form

Ah. Exams over. Feeling slightly better. Chest infection almost cleared. I can almost hear the chime of Christmas bells..ding dong ding.

The thing about formal education, despite its enchanting lure to somebody like myself, is that it stays with you, all the time. Even out in Soho, there lingers a thought that you could instead be preparing for tomorrow's seminar.

Am at home for Christmas, with family (9 of them). Will no doubt spend the entirety of the break eating and gossiping, watching films and trying very hard to get my cousins to partake in a board game or five. Cluedo and Monopoly are a distinct favourite I'll admit. Though threatening my relatives with mince pie bruises isn't the most imaginative idea I suppose. Must spend time thinking of other potential bribes. Cluedo MUST not be left unplayed this year. Mrs Peacock has been left untouched for far too long dear readers.

Met up with the founder of the 'Heck Principal' (as described previously), last week. Let's call him Prospero. Now, Prospero is such a nice guy. The sort that is willing to give so much loyalty so freely in return for friendship. And he's gay. Although, going to a club and dragging a man home for sex is something he will never do. The reason is simple. 'I only sleep with friends' he said as I nearly spasmed whilst waiting for the tube home.

'Here's how it goes. I meet say 20 men, five of who I keep in touch with. Two of these will be life long friends and 1 I'll be intimate with.' Right. Curse the man who said sex was complicated. Agh, that would be me.

I don't think I could fuck any of my friends, for fear of quite literally fucking up the friendship. Penetrating known ground is always full of fear factors. What if we can't look each other in the eyes again? What's the use of friends you can't look directly at after all?

I could normally dismiss the comment Prospero made had it not been made with such conviction and ease. Are friends the only fucks really worth having? Is stranger sex no longer of any value? What about traditional electricity and groping as you hang off the disco ball?