Turns out my new neighbours are two gay males. These are the ones I caught the rather blessedly nice full-frontal nude vistas of last week.

There’s something to be said for people hanging out naked in their living rooms with the blinds wide open.

But then the dilemma arises — is it permissable for me to sit around like the gawky whore I feel like being, or is that gauche?

Well, it’s definitely the latter, but I’m going to give it a go anyhow.

Especially since one’s on the knees giving the other head in the middle of the living room on a sunny Thursday evening.

It’s about time I start getting a little extra thrown in with my rent, even if it is gay porn happening just 80 feet away. They’re hot 20-somethings, too, so fuck it.

My evening’s looking up. Time to retire to my patio with a glass of wine, perhaps.

Oh, and so my week? I’m about 37 hours into my work week and have about another 25 to go before I’m done. One more office day (a 14-hr day — six hours spent working backstage in a theatre) and two full days in the theatre. Don’t expect to see a lot out of me this weekend, but I might surprise us all. Could be a fabulous rant ahead, knowing some parents. Who knows. Stay tuned, just keep your expectations low. Love ya.