Every once in a while, I spaz out about stuff that isn’t related to virginity loss  – and get the urge to post it. I can’t help it. There’s a whole bunch of stuff going on out there that needs to be talked about. So in the time honoured tradition of other bloggers, I decided to make a feature of it. DJ Kirkby has ‘Wordless Wednesday’, Andrew Sullivan has the wonderful ‘View From Your Window’….the Virginity Project now has ‘Nothing to do with anything’. And its today. But don’t expect it to be regular, I’m way too disorganized for that.

To get things started, here is one of the neatest little ideas I ever heard of. The Black Cab Sessions. This almost sounds like one of those ideas conceived after a particularly hefty night out on the razz, like, ‘why don’t we just ask our most favourite musicians in the world if they would like to perform a set in the back of a black London cab? And we’ll film it. And put it on a website. And people will love it.’

And they do.

I’m one of them. And its not just any old body that agrees to do this thing either. Brian Wilson has done it. The Kooks have done it and Seasick Steve has done it too. I’m loving Seasick Steve right now, so here he is. Watch it all the way to the end.

I also dug this at the weekend. Being Valentines and all, The Independent ran a feature about the concept of ‘desire’. John Walsh and Catherine Townsend write about the very interesting results of some research conducted by Meredith Chivers of Queen’s University, Ontario.

The research involved hooking up various parts of men’s and women’s bodies, (not together!) to various bits of machinery and asking them to watch what amounts to pornography in various different permutations. i.e. men watched gay porn, straight porn and footage of Bonobo apes getting it on and women did the same. Needless to say, the results are enlightening. 

Finally, for those of you who don’t live in the UK, it snowed the week before last. Not just any old snow but great big white bucketfuls of the stuff. It was bloody brilliant. I could barely sleep the night before because it was snowing when I went to bed and it was still snowing when I got up in the morning. By this point, grown men were rolling around the street in front of my house, laughing and throwing snowballs at each other. People everywhere took the day off and stayed home to enjoy themselves.

For a moment there, we all forgot about the dismal endless array of credit crunch related news stories that we are constantly subjected to. Russell Davis, whose blog I like very much, writes beautifully about it here.

And that, folks, is that, at least for the moment….