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I dreamed I met a Gallifreyian A most amazing man He had that look You very rarely find The haunting hunted kind I asked him To say what had happened How it all began I asked again He never said a word As if he hadn’t heard And next the room was full Of wild [...]

I have a feeling I may have just outed myself on this site to a certain gentleman with whom I hope to share extraordinarily achy muscles in just under three weeks. Ah well. If so….enjoy? For everyone else…..seriously, I haven’t posted in forever and I STILL haven’t even BEGUN to deal with Dylan Moran. And [...]

Oh dear. Right, so…there’s this gentleman I most recently referred to in post. Effbit has quite appropriately named him The Professor. He is, in fact, a professor; at my alma mater nonetheless but I didn’t know him then. But I likely would’ve had several highly inappropriate fantasies about him at the time, thus ending up [...]

I cannot beLIEVE I’ve yet to post about Dylan Moran. I teased it THREE AND ONE HALF GODDAMN MONTHS ago, and this is shameful. For this, I am asham-ed (that’s right, Shakespearean pronunciation, WHAT). And should be punish-ed. By Irish-es. My last post was so old, I was still living in Texas. My last post [...]

First things first: click HERE to see a Naval photograph of Paul Newman four days before his EIGHTEENTH birthday (courtesy of linkage from the greatest tumblr EVER, via attila-the-hunny). And I’m not even posting the pic but FORCING the clickthru because it is THAT fucking good. This picture kicks the hairless barely-legal ballsack off Taylor [...]

I don’t even know where to begin. There was the play itself, and the actual staging. The cornucopia of young trim Scotsmen in uniform. The marching. The SINGING. I think I’ll start with Paul Higgins’ belly, because that’s the kind of site we’re running here and I have absolutely no problem with that. I totally [...]

First it was Glen Hansard, and now this Dylan Moran has wormed his way in. Fuck. Effbit’ll never let me hear the end of it. It’s bad enough I had to find Dylan Moran BY MYSELF. JESUS, WOMAN, HOW DO YOU NOT TELL ME ABOUT A DRINKY SMOKEY GRUMPY COMEDIAN WHO RESEMBLES JOHN CUSACK? Rude. [...]

Once again, pinched from the greatest tumblr EVER: Precision Engineered Comedy – Peter Capaldi from Chris Balmond on Vimeo.

Ho. Ly. Shit. Apparently Rickman was just the beginning of what may turn out to be an epic year of seeing beautiful men speaking beautifully onstage. I just found out that Paul Higgins will be in town for a National Theatre of Scotland tour of a play called Black Watch, reprising the role he originated [...]