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Who is Chig? Contact me: chig at cmdh dot freeserve dot co dot uk My Wish List Front page Archive RSS feed
Chig is Nicki French's official stalker...but she doesn't seem to mind.
Chig's life can sometimes be a right pain in the balls...
Chig watches...
Dogtown, The Amazing Mrs Pritchard, Robin Hood, The X Factor, Spooks, Extras, Mock The Week, Popworld, Ideal, Deal Or No Deal, Eggheads, Hollyoaks, Never Mind The Full Stops, Doctor Who series 2 repeats on BBC3, The Bill, Match Of The Day, Ant'n'Dec's Saturday Night Takeaway. Chig has failed at two attempts to watch the whole series of Invasion, so if you have it on DVD... Chig still fancies Jesse Metcalfe... ...and Brandon Flowers, Roman Sebrle, Jonas Armstrong, Matthew Fox, Stefan Booth, Stuart Manning, Gary Lucy...
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Where I live:
Birmingham: It's Not Shit icBirmingham BBC Birmingham The Nightingale Club DV8
Interests:
Flickr gaytimes Popjustice The Official Charts Co. Launch (UK charts) British Hit Singles Aston Villa FC GFSN Eurovision 2006 Eurovision 2005 in Kyiv Popjustice Eurovision Friends Reunited Mr Gay UK
Artists:
Prata Vetra (Brainstorm) Marc Almond Pet Shop Boys Scissor Sisters
Family history:
Chig is directly descended from the following families. If you have one of these surnames, we're possibly related, so feel free to get in touch: Crowe, Harborne/Harbourne, Higgins, Hutchins, O'Sullivan/Sullivan, Talliss/Tallis.
Above: My Gran with her Gran. Snitterfield, Warwickshire, c.1930.
Shameless exhibitionism:
Chig's January 1999 Gay Times article, behind the scenes filming 'Queer As Folk'
Blogs we know and/or like:
Poplicious Come Into My World Club Contact Thoughts From Fish Island Simon & The City Following Adam Schlagerboys AceDiscoVery Reluctant Nomad After The Boyf B-Boy Blues Bitful Daren & Justin David Belbin Diamond Geezer I'm Hip To You Loobynet My Ace Life Naked Blog Over Your Head Quarter Hours The Snow In The Summer or So-So Troubled Diva Welshcake Zbornak
Archives:
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23.6.04
48 hours to Glastonbury...
...and it's absolutely pouring down. Oh dear. We've been here before. Twice. And it wasn't pretty. · link
18.6.04
Chig's going to Glastonbury!
Again! A free ticket has come my way - again! (See this time last year.) Hurrah! This time, camping in the backstage area. That's where any vaguely famous people who aren't being flown in and out by helicopter might actually be staying. (Er, that's John Peel and Jo Whiley then...) Double hurrah!! But first - tomorrow - Leicester Pride, rushing back to Brum for midnight for the PA at the Nightingale by the magnificent Toyah! (Note to young people: that's who Toyah Battersby in Corrie is named after - she was a singer in the olden days (AKA the 1980s).) · link
12.6.04
So Mr Chig, what are you up to, you lazy arse?
It's a sunny Saturday lunchtime, so what better time to sit indoors in one's dressing gown, watching Corrie, writing a rambling entry on here because I haven't done so for ages? Life has been absolute hell for the last ten days or so. No, let me correct that. WORK has been absolute hell. Other aspects have been great. I don't want to be at work any more. The realisation has dawned that some of the people I work with are absolute shits and I don't want to speak to them. There's a story behind this which I shall explain in full when I leave. I'm supposed to be purchasing both a new PC (which is almost happening now) and a new car (as my car died a month ago, leaving me compelled to discover the joys of the Midland Metro and getting up at 5.20am when I'm on early shift). I have also been hooked on both Hell's Kitchen and Big Brother, which, last night and last Friday night, gave us two of the best reasons for never, ever going out on Friday nights again. Kitten's interview showed why Davina is a true TV goddess, asking ALL the questions we wanted her to ask. Last night's revelation of the bedsit to dimbo Emma and chicken-fancier Michelle was pure TV delight. I taped it and will actually watch it again - it was that good. Today at last, the excitement of Euro 2004 starts. I've organised the work sweepstake and drawn Sweden, which is ideal as I've been in text and phone contact since Turkey with a very nice Swedish man who I met there (on my last night!) I will be missing the opening ceremony today though, as I have a date. Yes, on a Saturday afternoon. Best go and scrub up... · link
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