Another year over...

Summing up 2008

So another year has ended.

Economic ruin for many, war, destruction, election after election resolving nothing…you would think with all this doom and gloom it would be a piece of piss to get laid…no money in the bank? No problem, bend over…repossessed car? No problem, get your tits out! No job? Pull out your “pork sword” sweetheart and see how you feel with your balls being juggled (only this time not by a bank).

Everyone should be whoring around like no tomorrow. Lets face it, we are all sitting on the deck chairs of the Titanic and since we aren’t steering the damn boat we should at least be able to taste some champagne before we gag on sea water…. but nooooooooooo, not in this town, not in Toronto.

Toronto is still the dull, sexually repressed village it has always been and will always be…

Ok, Toronto has its good points. The gay village is fun. The Nuit Blanche art show is fun. The Danforth festival is filling and fun. McVeigh’s is still my favourite Irish bar. But I still have to fly to Ireland to have a good, flirty time.

Thus, to finish off 2008 I will be flying with Masur on Boxing Day to spend New Years Eve with the northern boys. With a positive approach and crossing my fingers and toes both Masur and I are hoping that there will be some serious moral lapses in the local population. After the disappointment with Edinburgh, I am looking forward to returning to my favourite isle... touring around the Donegal coast, visiting Derry and maybe catching the mummers in action.

And should the sex gods prevail, a ringing of bells (or rather bell end’s – oh my)

Tits Malone’s New Years Resolution

I promise to wear quality/slutty lingerie every day (no excuses!) for the whole year.