(diaryland) April 02, 2007 - 1:02 a.m.

Right now, I'm watching some very, very, very, very, very, very, very soft porn on the telly. It's so soft that it's not porn, but it really, really, really wants to be porn. There is a lady dancing in a bar with her bra on, but we all know that it is not supposed to be there. Nor are the businesswear style pants. There is also another lady blowing out a match some guy is holding in a car park. There is a confusing romantic subplot with two other people. It's got the guy from The Single Guy in it.

I once saw an excellent non-soft porn on free-to-air TV in the middle of the night. It did exactly the correct things yet wasn't actually directly naughty. I forgot the name of it. There was a boat, and gangsters, a hero with long hair, a tent, a pool boy, and quite possibly a lady. Oh, no. Rachael Hunter just popped into this one that's on now. Oh, damn, and it just finished. But who knows what's coming next? Oh. It's some chick playing Bach on the piano. Crud. Boy, it's late.

Better go, but I made a new movie on youtube about myself with even less content. Huzzah!