I saw my old university friend Christian last night. He has decided to take it as an insult that I don't mention him in every blog entry, and challenged me to do just that. After all, why should Sinister have a monopoly on this blog (and don't say because nobody else reads it)? Therefore, Cecchi my old chum, this entry is devoted entirely to you.

Handily, when I went over to his place last night, I took my NEW DIGITAL CAMERA with me to show him. He's a gadgety kinda person, and I felt everso slightly smug that he was cooing over the toy like grown men do over Greg. Naturally, in order to demonstrate its efficacy, I took a couple of pictures of the divine half-Italian adonis, who thoughtfully declined to put his shirt back on the whole time I was there. V homoerotic. Here he is looking like a stud, with only a hint of manboob spoiling the tableau.

My gracious readership is encouraged to comment on this photo - Christian has been feeling left out lately, bless, so feedback, offers of dates etc. would, I'm sure, be warmly welcomed.