Lyrics to Private Life by Grace Jones. She is tres harsh, man!

J'ai les glands with your theatrics,
Your acting's a drag,
It's ok on tv, but you can turn it off,

Your marriage is a tragedy,
But it's not my concern,
I'm very superficial i hate everything official,
Your private life drama, baby, leave me out

Your sentimental gestures only bore me to death,
You've made a desperate appeal, now save your breath,
Attachment to obligation, through guilt and regret, shit thats so wet

And your sex life complications are not my fascinations,
Your private life drama, baby, leave me out

You asked my advice i say use the door,
But your still clinging to somebody you deplore,
And now you wanna use me for emotional blackmail,
I just feel pity when you lie, contempt when you cry,

Your private life drama, baby, leave me out,(x2) oh!

Oops! Been a bit relaxed in keeping my blog up to speed. Feel like I have been on speed over the last few days. Work is manic and have been spending most of the week organizing a press event with Angie Harmon and Jason Sehorn handing over the keys to a couple of Dodge Durango's to New York's version of meals on wheels! It's one of those rare opportunities that I actually get to do something worthwhile!

Apart from that not much to report - had my first abs class on Tuesday evening (boy did that hurt!). Went to the opening of the Spider Club at Avalon with Steph, Roy, Nick, Bill and Bill's new LOVER Lucian (Hi Bill - you love hiiiiimm, you want to marrryyyy him, etc) - mucho champagne and got absolutely hammered!

My friend Steph has got a non-speaking featured part of Sex and the City. We are both thrilled (we, as I am the biggest fan of the show and he is the second biggest fan). He is going to play the subject of a discussion between Carrie and Samantha, who see him in a bookshop!!! One of my friends! In SATC!! Go Steph!

Then last night I was a good boy - worked late, went to the gym and then watched ER and some porn and went to bedfordshire.

Booked my flight to Miami today to see Zach for his birthday. Yippee! Never been to Miami before! I got so excited at the thought of all those muscle bound hunks walking around in speedos that a bit of sex-wee came out!

Uneventful day and evening spent at the gym and infront of the TV. Did, however, bring work home and got in at 8am this morning! I am clearly on fire.

Interesting, huh?

Because of night with Matt and lack of sleep because of Epic shagging, Friday daytime was spent procrastinating over whether to go home and sleep OR go to Opaline with Nick.

Second choice won, with a stop at G, where Nick, Nick's friend Mike and I nursed several Jack and cokes, and telling some guy to fuck off (ugly gut grabbed Nick's dick while in the toilet - asshole!)

Next stop was Opaline where Nick and I both realized that after half an hour of little available talent neither of us was going to hook up. Both ended up at my place at 4.30pm watching The Talented Mr Ripley before falling asleep half way through.

Saturday - had brunch with Bill and spent the best part of three hours having a great "putting the world to rights" conversation. Actually it was spent discussing our hectic social calendars and the lack of good men in the world. But those are important global issues, after all.

Procrastinated again on Saturday evening about whether to go out, but after a power nap ended up at the Roxy with Nick again. Snogged about five guys on the dance floor before going home with some guy called Eddie, who while cute, I think stole $20...but not sure...left his number though, so maybe the lack of guilt means that I just spent too much on drinks and can't remember.

So there was this frikkin wind last night of epic proportions, whose main purpose in life seemed to be to bring every last leaf from all the trees in the tri-state area. Now all the trees are bare and I find this incredibly depressing. It really, truly is winter. Summer seemed so fast!

Anyway - onto more important things. Had date with Matt Moneypenny last night. Very good date. Met practically all his friends in one fell swoop, and handled the occasion very well I might add (a gift in the form of a bottle of Absolut helped me thinks). So - met the friends, followed by a dinner at a great restaurant in Brooklyn. Endeared myself by ordering a Pinot Grigio in a French establishment (stupid brits, etc). Debate, great conv, all that stuff, blah, blah, blah. Meet friends again later. Discover that the wind has blown a tree down in Matt's street. Later on, drunken snogging and marathon, er, stuff and me staying the night.

And although it was all great I now have this nagging voice in my head telling me that I shouldn't have put out on the first date (even though it was FUN!). My friend assures me that I will "get a second date you sexy mofo. I bet Mr. Moneypenny has already told his fag hag about you and is wondering how to get you back into bed this weekend without seeming needy!"

Hope it's true. Because, in the words of French & Saunders, "I am smitten. I am drained by the very nearness of him". Or something like that...

Went to see The Matrix - Revolutions last night. What a let down! Totally felt cheated, which is what I read I would feel. Everything before hand had been set up so well and this was like a total let down.

Went home and comiserated with a cup of tea and "Working Girl", which is infinitely better and more satisfying!

Has anyone ever noticed that police and ambulance sirens make that "Whoo-hoo!" noise? Has anyone ever noticed that they sound like a gaggle of gay men cat calling??? You will now.

NYC is full of them! Both ambulances and cat calling gay men.

I had this really great date last night - like REALLY great. He wanted to go for sushi which is like totally cool with me cause I am not digging the carbs right now. We even ordered a "Love Boat for Two". Cue giggles from other customers as the most enormous platter of every kind of sushi arrives on an actual wooden Junk. But we handled it well - the conversation was witty. I was on fierce. We drank hot sake, etc, etc.

Cut to Brooklyn walk in the leaves, Guinness, architecture, the realization that we are both chronically obsessed with Sonic the Hedgehog video games and all the other good stuff that goes with a really great date.

Then we get to the movies and as he turns away from me to get the tickets from the machine I make the first of two horrifying realizations. The first was that , from the back, he was the spitting image of my boss - same hair, shape of head, height...everything. The second realization was that his leather jacket was not in fact leather, but "pleather". And it wasn't a very nice style.

I know this may prompt some of you to say that I am shallow, but this is what I say to you............."shhh".

Anyway - it's all fine. Have ANOTHER date tomorrow night with a guy called Matt Moneypenny. And this is no lie - his great aunt or Uncle knew Ian Fleming and, as they say, the rest is history.

Wonder if he will be impressed that my new fave drink is a dirty Martini?

Lindsay and I celebrated our "last supper" yesterday evening by going to this great Italian restaurant called "Babbo" in Greenwich Village, which happens to be David Blane's fave eaterie (apparently he was in last week and we were reliably informed by the waiter that he was eating much more lightly than usual. Waiter also told us that had David performed the starvation stunt in NYC he would have got a lot more thrown at him than a few tomatoes. Insert extremely inappropriate joke).

Anyway - I had possibly the best pasta I have ever experienced - Goats Cheese with an orange sauce. Mmmm. Damn. Now I am hungry.

And when I went outside to have a cigarette (NYC smoking laws kill me - what better way to ice the cake than have a little ciggy after a great meal and wine?) I had another "New York Moment" - for those of you who are unaware of this unique phenomenon it is a few minutes of contentedness (some may call it smugness) where one realizes that one lives in one of the greatest cities in the world.

I think it had something to do with sitting on the steps next to this quaint little restaurant, on a cobbled street, with autumnal leaves falling - all punctuated by the distant noise of traffic a couple of streets away. Oh, and that handsome man who walked casually by, offering me just a hint of a "look".

Hot date with Kavi tonight - quite excited. Am wearing sexy underwear (not a thong) even though I have no intention of putting out (yet). But you never know when someone might cop a feel. Boy scouts and all that.

Not a boy scout copping a feel - I was talking about being "prepared"

So the weekend began officially on Friday night with Lindsay, Nick, Roy, Tess and I trooping off to OUT magazine's annual "100 Most Influential" party held at the Copacabana on the west side (apparently Out magazine thinks that the picker from boy meets boy is one of the 100 - I really don't think so).

For those of you who have never been to the Copacabana, all I can say is flock carpet and palm trees. A sprawling club that was way too overlit and pink in a way that looked like it had been hosed down with Peptobismal.

But the Absolut cocktails were plentiful and free, although this didn't stop me buying my first dirty Martini (which is now my drink of choice). To say I got drunk was an understatement. Met Steph later and then a few of us went to Elmo and then Lindsay thought it best to pop me in a cab and take me home. Then I did something I have never ever done in NYC, thus far. I threw up out of the window, at speed, streaking the outside of the cab with vomit and THE CAB DRIVER DIDN'T NOTICE! And I did it twice!!!

So Saturday was great - no hangover due to the purging! Went to the gym, did some shopping. Great! Evening not so great. Went to a friends party too early and ended up being at Kevin Bacon's party. Turns out friend and KB had hired the same venue! Anyway KB is v.short and dances like a nutter. But I suspect he was on his fifth bottle of Cristal.

After KB party went to Lotus, but was full of idiot blonde Lizzie Grubman types with nothing better to do than slop their Cosmos over you as you squeezed past their silicone enhanced boobs. Linds and I ended up in bed at 11.30pm.

Sunday - better....shopping on the Lower East Side followed by a spot of late lunch in a nice cafe. Went to Summer Phoenix's shop (Some Lost Ruby) and discovered that Summer actually works there! Asked her what the smell in the shop was and she looked genuinely delighted to tell me that it was the candle she was burning. What is it about celebrities, even B list ones, that makes me feel so fluffy inside? I went across the road and bought the candle from the shop she bought it from!

Evening - supposed to go and see an off Broadway one man play about Addiction, but ended up staying in watching Kate Hudson and Matthew Mc get it on in How To Lose A Guy in Ten Days. Stupid film, but I love it. Kate has got absolutely no tits whatsoever. She wouldn't fare well at Lotus!

I went to see Texas Chain Saw massacre with Lindsay last night - the new one, not the old one. Steph also came. The two of us tried to persuade Linds that she really wanted to see Kill Bill (Steph and I have both seen it before. WORK UMA!) but she was having none of it.

Anyway - TCSM is shite. Although I give snaps to the girl who played the lead cause she was great at acting shit scared for the entire duration of the movie, I have to say that I was really disappointed that she didn't get a bolt through the head when she runs through the cattle corridor thingy at the meat factory - you know...the one that kills the cows. Cause that would have been a great way to die. Or at least for her to lure....

Oh, I hate it when I watch films and they are crap. It's the instinctive part of me that wants to find something good in everything. Steph was the lucky one, cause he made the sensible decision to bugger off after sitting through 20 minutes to sneak into Kill Bill, to still get to see most of the movie. Wish I'd done that!

What was really frightening though, was Lindsay's reaction to the scary, jumpy bits - she kept holding onto my arm and cowering! I felt like quite the straight boyfriend! Until it ended when I magically turned into a homo again by announcing that the whole way through the movie I had wanted a cup of tea.

Another friend calls me at 12.30am to tell me that he is never dating again. Unless the date is paid for by the other guy and / or it involves sex at the end. Wasn't sure if the last bit was more important than the paying for the dinner bit, but anyway - I was kinda asleep and my brain was fuzzy. I would never date again also if I thought that there was no possibility of sex at the end of it. But it's nice to know that I can also say "I'm not that kinda first date guy". Just nice to know, that's all. Never said it, of course...

NOTICE - regarding Tom Ford's departure from Gucci, I have been unable to comment.

BTW - I am wearing the fiercest Armand Basi black sweater today - it has leather lightening bolts down the sleeves! I rock! That said, it has provoked numerous sniggers in the office. My boss just recited the immortal line from Flash Gordon...

"Flash! I love you! But we only have fourteen hours to save the world!"

My British friend Lindsay is in town and I christened her arrival by taking her to a tres exclusive champagne reception at the Bergdorf Goodman's men's store. Turns out that someone had lied about the champagne (actually the PR who invited me). We spent the next hour and a half nursing warm glasses of Pinot Grigio and being fed the blandest canapes ever. Didn't stop Lindsay and I downing about five glasses before deciding to leave. Ended up back at the apartment watching the Country Music Awards - basically an auditorium full of mid west rednecks singing songs called "Honk if you Honky Tonk" (I'd rather not, thanks all the same).

Had a very interesting meeting at Absolut yesterday (one of my clients) about the legal elements of marketing alcohol! Opened my eyes even further to the incredibly messy quagmire of US litigation. Basically so much as frown on someone and you get sued for millions. Quite extraordinary!

For those of you who don't know, Beige is this night held at the B-Bar every Tuesday night. I made the stupid mistake (I use that word loosely) of taking a sleeping tablet before drinking as was on such an adrenaline rush from the hectic day I had. Sleeping pills and alcohol do not mix well.

To say that I feel like ass and that my mouth is a cess pit is an understatement. And I can't remember certain parts of the evening including getting home!

Then this evening I have some stupid champagne book launch to go to at Bergdorff's, but I am sure things will look slightly rosier after the fifth glass of champagne. I think I could seriously become an alcoholic here. I am always telling my NYC friends that New Yorkers drink way much more than Brits. Seriously! They PUT THEM AWAY HERE! I can already hear my liver whimpering "help me...help me...."

Tom Ford has left Gucci Group! Shit.

So last night was spent with my dad and my stepmom. We went to a very swishy restaurant (on my advice) called Blue Fin. Thought about expensing it back, but too risky - they paid in the end. Felt guilty - was $200!!!

I made the stupid mistake of bringing up the "lets name one personality flaw that we each have" conversation. Let's face it - the person that raises that conversation point only really raises it as an excuse to take a dig at someone in particular. Turns out that my biggest flaw is talking and doing things to fast.

Anyway the flaw that I pointed out in my father was that he constantly interrupts during conversations but gets mad when people do it to him. So then for the rest of the night I could see him trying REALLY hard not to interrupt. He'd go to do it and then stop himself and say "sorry".

I discovered that this is about as annoying as interrupting.

I am becoming more and more like my father - something that I had thought might be happening, but realized last night just how much. I am trying to intellectualize the reasons why that might be happening (time spent with parents in formative years, etc).

I am not yet becoming like my stepmom, as I have only known her for four years. That is yet to come. Maybe it will manifest itself physically and my hair will become wild and untamed. More so.

Lindsay is coming to stay tomorrow for a week and I am so excited. I have got us free tickets for two champagne parties and one off Broadway show. Work, my PR muscle. WORK!

Wow - this is somewhat overwhelming. Free reign to tell everyone about what I am feeling, thinking...whatever.

Which reminds me - I still haven't taken one of those NYC horse and cart rides around Central Park. The thing is that I really need to find someone special to take with me. And at the moment, that relates only to a few close friends (most of which reside in the UK) and my mum. And the latter would be really depressing.

Am at work and not working. WORK WORK WORK! Nope - going out on the fire escape for a cigarette!

I can't decide if it is the coffee or the vitamins I have recently started taking that is / are making me shaky in the AM's. Hmmm. Maybe it is the cigarettes. GIVE UP!!!

Not yet.

Oh...and I need to bring everyone's attention to the fact that one of my bestest friends, Zach, has now moved to Miami for the winter months. Bastard. He has no idea how much I envy him. Actually he does, cause I told him several times. Anyway - I miss him very much. I miss you Zach! What will I do at Beige now on Tuesday nights?

Chat up your dancer, that's what.