tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-374741172024-02-08T18:38:08.607+00:00Tequila MockingbirdMedical statistics state that 1 in 4 people have a mental illness. Think of your 3 best friends. If they're OK, then it's youTequilla Mockingbirdhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15895897724140333998noreply@blogger.comBlogger27125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37474117.post-31505619344061860552008-11-25T13:51:00.009+00:002008-12-16T17:09:31.788+00:00Situation difficile part deuxNow, as a fully fledged member of the lavender persuasion, I am known for being over the top, high maintenance, unreasonable, highly strung and have the tendency to make a mountain out of a molehill. Yes, I do consider these to be among my best qualities. But for once in my life, I don’t think I am over reacting, and feel like I am being harassed, so my question is, what constitutes as harassmentTequilla Mockingbirdhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15895897724140333998noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37474117.post-19291976038490883952008-11-24T15:40:00.006+00:002008-11-25T10:08:43.397+00:00Don't You Want Me Baby?So, the week before last, my dear Big Sis flew in from Califor-ni-gay, for the first time since she done broke my heart and left these shores for good over two years ago. To say I was looking forward to seeing her is an understatement. I have known Big Sis, since I was the very ripe and tender age of 16, when, in a bid to be able to feed and clothe myself, I got a job in a restaurant by Tequilla Mockingbirdhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15895897724140333998noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37474117.post-74314642504422874312008-11-14T15:38:00.002+00:002008-12-04T17:04:21.114+00:00The US of GayLadies and Labradors,Since my last blog we have witnessed the historic events of the first black President being elected into The White House, something that I was fully behind. After The US of Gay voting in Bush for a second term, I did have my doubts, but when the final counts came through and I heard the news that Obama had made it, I felt, for the first time from a political point of view, asTequilla Mockingbirdhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15895897724140333998noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37474117.post-25472179103081648862008-10-16T14:04:00.009+00:002011-02-21T14:22:29.248+00:00Soho is a No-goIt seems every time I sit down to update my blog I am apologising for yet another long absence. These moratoriums are usually because I don’t have the time. I tend to update my blog during my lunch break at work and as lunch breaks can be rare around here, I have a legitimate excuse for not updating with the frequency with which I would like. And furthermore, I have the attention span of a fruit Tequilla Mockingbirdhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15895897724140333998noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37474117.post-24904783540460092202008-08-15T13:59:00.008+00:002008-11-13T15:27:57.023+00:00The man with no shameDo I just date sociopaths? You know, those that lack a sense of personal responsibility and morality, have a total lack of remorse for their actions, are impulsive, manipulative, reckless, quarrelsome and consistent liars? The reason I ask is because I recently got an email from Goodie, a knob end I dated way back in my early twenties. It was in response to a request I had sent him, about a year Tequilla Mockingbirdhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15895897724140333998noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37474117.post-28944312344070927362008-08-14T13:25:00.004+00:002008-12-18T11:22:59.308+00:00When a stranger emailsA friend of mine, Telstar emailed recently saying ‘we have a new best friend’ which had me intrigued and chomping at the bit to find out more. However, my eagerness soon turned to dread. Turns out he had been in communication with a chap that reads his blog religiously and they had been emailing each other for a few weeks. This guy, Just Justin, seemed to think that Telstar and I were the kind ofTequilla Mockingbirdhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15895897724140333998noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37474117.post-21453329340388891282008-07-23T15:09:00.023+00:002008-07-23T16:45:36.572+00:00Diamond Geezers are foreverSomeone posed a question the other day- What is my single most embarrassing moment? Immediately a plethora of images flickered through my mind as I recalled times when I have prayed for the ground to open up and ingest me whole, or have longed for spontaneous combustion. Such gems as the time I went Speed Dating and hurled abuse at all attendees, or the time that I got up at Karaoke night refusedTequilla Mockingbirdhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15895897724140333998noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37474117.post-59730084970351438932008-07-14T14:52:00.008+00:002008-12-03T14:34:10.191+00:00Situation difficileYou’d think being somebodies object d’art would make one feel uber fabulous, confident and vicariously sexual but in truth, it makes me feel unnerved, irritated and hounded, especially in the way that JT has tried to, for want of a better expression, get into my Jock Straps.It started a while back when I came into the office one morning, to an email saying ‘Hi Tequilla, really great to meet you Tequilla Mockingbirdhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15895897724140333998noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37474117.post-25714521920114190832008-07-02T14:50:00.012+00:002008-11-13T15:32:31.195+00:00Confessions On A AnswerphoneFirst off thanks for all of your emails and the comments on my blog. Sometimes it kinda makes me feel bad for not blogging so often. But only for a little while. No seriously, I do appreciate them and I will get back to you all.So, as is the norm, Tequilla finds himself in a little bit of a pickle. This time though, I really don’t know what to do.My friend Jake hosted his annual ‘Madonna Night’ Tequilla Mockingbirdhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15895897724140333998noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37474117.post-31339740566734922192008-06-20T12:10:00.007+00:002008-07-24T15:14:53.433+00:00Tequilla- raised from the ashesLadies, Gentlemen and undecided,It has been an age since I last put fingers to keyboard I know, and I would love to give an excuse like I have been volunteering in a third world country, without clean water or food, let alone a laptop connection, but in truth I just couldn’t be bothered. There, I’ve said it. However, following the urging of a blogging friend, I decided to raise Tequilla from the Tequilla Mockingbirdhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15895897724140333998noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37474117.post-87939101234736311912007-06-14T13:45:00.002+00:002008-07-24T13:44:12.205+00:00Tequilla Does AssertiveYou know, I have signed up for some crazy things in my life from Speed Dating; becoming a Chat line operator; volunteering in a soup kitchen; taking part in a stopping smoking trial, to doing a charity run. These days I am all about trying different things and gaining new life experiences. So when I saw an advert for a 5 day long Assertiveness course, I decided to sign up quicker than a bulimic Tequilla Mockingbirdhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15895897724140333998noreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37474117.post-69682401114100235092007-03-15T16:32:00.003+00:002015-02-23T12:02:48.640+00:00UNSENTDear.....Goodie- my very own Narcissus. Never have I met a more self-obsessed man. You were selfish, sleazy and shameless and you caused me nothing but pain. You had such a high opinion of yourself and thought you were something special. You weren’t, and your breath smelled.Anthony- you rocked my world. You were exactly what I needed at that moment in time and I still tingle at the thought of Tequilla Mockingbirdhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15895897724140333998noreply@blogger.com31tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37474117.post-70981734432122546312007-03-09T16:34:00.001+00:002008-07-24T15:23:28.198+00:00HOW TO GET WHAT YOU WANTTo celebrate the fact that I turned 29 on Sunday I decided to throw a little ‘soirgay’ at my place so my friends and I could all get ‘to-gay-ther’ and have lots of drinking and debauched fun, to a soundtrack consisting of Madonna albums, Madonna soundtracks, Madonna greatest hits, and Madonna 12” mixes, with the odd Madonna DVD thrown in, just to mix it up. It was also an opportunity to put a Tequilla Mockingbirdhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15895897724140333998noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37474117.post-70654636138067945942007-03-01T14:48:00.001+00:002008-08-18T10:15:15.479+00:00DRAMA QUEENS, AND THE MEN THAT DUMP THEMJust as I was about to leave the office Tuesday I got an email from Paul. It simply said ‘Clive dumped me last night I need someone to talk to’ and with those eleven words I knew that I had been summoned to be his shoulder to cry on, and before I knew it I was hoofing my way down Oxford Street to lend a supportive ear, even though all I really wanted to do was go home and watch the new Danny DyerTequilla Mockingbirdhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15895897724140333998noreply@blogger.com20tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37474117.post-278006896415588392007-02-23T13:24:00.001+00:002008-10-21T13:21:54.642+00:00HOW TO MAKE A GOOD WORST IMPRESSIONAs I am rapidly approaching the big Three O, in the last year I have been ticking off my things to do before I reach the aforementioned big Three O*. One of them was to try speed dating. Pink Speed dating to be precise, if you don’t mind.This was all very odd because I hate going on dates; they are always like interviews, and I invariably end up not getting the job. Or wanting it for that matter.Tequilla Mockingbirdhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15895897724140333998noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37474117.post-1171640074418080562007-02-16T15:31:00.000+00:002007-02-20T12:43:13.639+00:00Artificial IntelligenceGeorge Michael once sang the line “you look for your dreams in heaven, but what the hell are you supposed to do when they come true” and I am, starting to think he and I may be on the same page. Don’t get me wrong, I don’t mean we have a similar life, if only, I mean, my nights are spent indoors with friends having deep and meaningful’s; his are spent on Hampstead Heath knee deep in mud. He has Tequilla Mockingbirdhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15895897724140333998noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37474117.post-1168617426657780802007-01-12T15:55:00.001+00:002008-08-22T11:36:36.100+00:00In Ashley Cole's bootsA few of you have sent me emails asking 101 questions about my foray into the land of being a chat-line operator so I thought I would give you an insight into just what it involves, and to warn you all about the very strange people that roam our telecommunication cables…….I was drunk, very drunk the first time I logged on. In fact, being realistic, I was shit faced. It was the only way I could Tequilla Mockingbirdhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15895897724140333998noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37474117.post-1166437097933356382006-12-18T10:17:00.000+00:002007-02-20T12:47:34.583+00:00A Queen who Likes Queen.Unlike Vanessa Feltz's thighs, most of my the things I say do not retain water, and I am known for being like the weather, very changeable. My motto is that I used to be indecisive, now I’m just not so sure, so when I point blank refused to go and see We Will Rock You the musical because I considered it to be a dilution of some of the best music in the world, my friends knew it wouldn’t be long Tequilla Mockingbirdhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15895897724140333998noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37474117.post-1165513261871056182006-12-07T17:38:00.000+00:002007-02-20T12:45:52.930+00:00Where for art thou Romeo?No matter how many freaks I meet, I am an eternal optimist, and genuinely believe in love at first sight. I fall in love at least 25 times a day, and everytime I go out for a drink to a Homo haunt, I convince myself that I will meet the man of my dreams. Last Thursday was no exception.Gaz and I met up in the Retro bar for a quick 'ketchup' and debrief to see how one another is getting on in our Tequilla Mockingbirdhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15895897724140333998noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37474117.post-1164998454405934522006-12-01T18:38:00.000+00:002007-02-20T12:46:40.302+00:00Day old breadWhen are you too old to go clubbing on a week night?I ask this question because it seems for the most part the answer is twelve. last night I, at 28 years of age felt past it during an impromptu spontaneous moment when myself and Gaz decided to throw caution to the wind and hoof ourselves down to G.A.Y for a deliciously irresponsible night of drinking and dancing. As soon as we paid our £1 entry Tequilla Mockingbirdhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15895897724140333998noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37474117.post-1164908526169156252006-11-30T17:40:00.000+00:002007-02-20T12:47:04.741+00:00Just when you thought it was safe to install a BT lineA colleague of mine was just talking about what a nightmare she is having with getting a landline installed in her new place. BT have been mucking her about for nearly three weeks and it was outrageous she said. Have I ever heard of anything so shocking from a large corporation she asked? Yes, I have I thought........I moved into my new fabulous riverside flat in March this year, on my birthday Tequilla Mockingbirdhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15895897724140333998noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37474117.post-1164377879863712732006-11-24T14:17:00.000+00:002007-03-19T16:45:06.829+00:00Thursdays are the new blackWhen my alarm woke me this morning, I at first thought I had suffered a stroke. There was a funny taste in my mouth, I couldn't move and my head was extremely fuzzy. I had visions of myself laying there paralysed for weeks only to be discovered when neighbours complained of a funny smell coming from flat number 5............ However, slowly last nights antics came flooding back and I realised I Tequilla Mockingbirdhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15895897724140333998noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37474117.post-1164217934986733022006-11-22T17:42:00.000+00:002007-02-20T12:48:10.555+00:00Me & Mr CCan a man really change? I find myself asking myself this question today. Usually my gut reaction is to say no, absolutely not. You are more likely to have a a string quartet playing a symphony to sold out audiences in your rectum than that ever happening. But today I wonder if maybe just maybe a man can change, maybe he can stop playing games, treating you like a puppet on a string and finally Tequilla Mockingbirdhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15895897724140333998noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37474117.post-1164033091371608642006-11-20T14:20:00.000+00:002007-02-20T12:49:03.966+00:00A Question of QuestionBeing made redundant from a job is a funny old thing, because it quite literally is how you feel about yourself. Redundant. Not needed. Defunct. You can't help but feel like a failure, especially when a company is paying thousands of pounds for you NOT to work for them any longer. It feels like you must be so supremely awful that bankrupting a company is preferable to continuing a working Tequilla Mockingbirdhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15895897724140333998noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37474117.post-1163767688550260232006-11-17T12:42:00.001+00:002008-12-05T14:38:17.831+00:00Baby, talk is cheapThe run up to Christmas always gets me worried. I worry that I am not going to have enough money to buy everyone the nice presents they have come to expect from me, which would result in me become disowned. I worry that I will not have enough money to pay my bills come the 1st of January, which will result in me being made homeless. I worry that I will not have enough money to top up my Oyster Tequilla Mockingbirdhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15895897724140333998noreply@blogger.com0