What I did last night

I cycled into work that morning via the day seat queue at the National Theatre. In the evening, I was going to leave the bike at work and get the tube to the NT and take the train home…

Get to Earl's Court at just past 6:30pm – no trains, some sort of power cut. Oh well, I'll cycle. Annoyingly, that means I'll have to fit a plastic bag of stuff on the bike, as I didn't bring my newspaper bag today.

Walk back to work, get changed into my cycling gear, get the bike down the stairs, tape the bag to the bike and open the door at 6:45… it's started seriously pissing down.

Normally, I'd go via the back streets and avoid the fast traffic along the side of the river, but that'd involve some map reading. Sod that – this was a case of getting from A-B asap.

So it was only when I got to the theatre that I discovered how widespread the power cut was. I'm still not sure how much was affected – all the traffic lights were working en route, for example, although that may not have been true at the Waterloo end of the journey when I started out.

As a result of the power cut, the show was delayed by 30 minutes, so as it turns out, I would probably have been able to get the tube – anyone know how quickly it restarted?

Oh, what was the play and what was it like? Despite starring the magnificent Alex Jennings, who's normally much better than Simon Russell Beale, I thought His Girl Friday was pretty bad.

HGF the film is wonderful, by far the best adaptation of The Front Page. TFP with Griff Rhys Jones a couple of years ago was good, so the play is still great, but this adaptation doesn't work nearly as well – they've tried to update and rewrite it in several places with stuff that's neither in the play or the film. This is a minority opinion, mind you, as the most of the rest of the audience were enjoying it.

Go see SRB in Jumpers, also at the NT, instead. Fab.

Tour de Farce

Inventors of techno-pop and sampled everywhere, Kraftwerk have been one of the most influential groups since The Beatles.

So of course, the release of the Tour de France 2003 single with a new album this month (the first in oooh, almost a decade, and nearer twice that if you're talking original material) is an Event.

I've got the original 1980s 12" single release of TdF of course. One of their finest tracks and, until they did a CD single of it a couple of years ago, not available in any other format.

So ordinarily, I'd be there on the day of release, money in hand. But I've just heard the new one.

Oh.. my.. ghod it's bad. They've taken one of their absolute classics, all heavy breathing and complex rthymical patterns over a deceptively simple melody, and given it the Expo 2000 treatment. Almost nothing remains of the original. It's not even good europop. Take out some of the lyrics and it really could be Expo 2003. Blah blah bleurgh.

Get thee behind me Satan

On the last train home last night, I was sitting by the door. On gets a cyclist with what is instantly recognisable as a very very very nice performance bike. If he got change from £2,000 I'd be amazed, and I wouldn't be surprized if it cost £3,000 or more.

If this was a car, one petrol-headed friend would be having wet dreams about being allowed to touch it, never mind drive it. 🙂

He rests it against the seats on the other side of the aisle to me, then goes down the carriage and sits down with his back to it.

Gasp.

On my fifteen minute, five stop journey, he only looks back to see it's still there once.

Gasp.

How good is this bike? From how it was left, I was expecting it to fall over on the journey. Mine would. But no, this one is so light that it doesn't move when the train jolts.

There was part of me that was extremely tempted to, you know, stroll off with it at my stop. He'd be miles away before he noticed. But apart from being naughty, if I did it, I'd be too nervous of having it nicked from me or being spotted on it to actually use it.

Sigh.

Prompted by some conversations at EBC2

If the UK bi community fell under a (rather small fleet of) buses tomorrow, would anyone notice?

I don't think so.

With the exception of Jen's efforts in Manchester, the last serious bits of collective dealing with the outside world we had were London's Pride – getting the name changed in 1996, and the tents at the festival in 96 and 97 – and BiFest in 99.

Since then, what? We've had BiCons. Yay the organisers. We're still to beat the attendance record of 1991 though, and it's been a while since we had anyone significant from outside groups coming to talk with us. (A panel I chaired back in Edinburgh 99, I think. I'm suggesting names in the hope it will be better this year.)

Some bis have done stuff as bisexuals in other organisations – eg Grant and Elizabeth (and Anna Maria before she went off) with the Sexual Freedom Coalition. Yay them. Not least because SFC actually does stuff as well as have fun.

Yay too to Jen for her 'if it doesn't move, ask it for funds' approach. (Even if I sometimes think some things that would be cheap and easy don't get done because they get complicated by seeking funding.) And double yay Jen for doing so much for BCN. But there are some very noticeable omissions from the subscribers list, and it's not really distributed outside the community.

Some readers may remember that at the end of the first EuroBiCon, some people from Belgium got upset at some others for not working with the lesbian and gay communities more and for pointing out that not all of the rest of the happy queer family were nice to bisexuals.

The alternative style they didn't like was personal liberation – 'trying to fuck yourselves free' was the memorable summary.

And it's obviously the way things have gone here. Ten years ago LBG was a thriving, outward looking, mixed social and political space. Now Fridays are split into a dismal small self-support group for men that retains the name, and a slightly larger 'party party party' clique that has the fun.

But what, beyond the individual level of some good times, some serious hangovers and various life-shortening habits, has been the result?

Some recent developments in the health promotion field have me jumping up and down in anger. But while I blame the people who've taken huge piles of cash for work with gay and bisexual men – and then promptly and deliberately dropped the 'and bisexual' bit when it comes to doing the work – I also think that we're not entirely blame-free.

By opting out into the personal liberation attitude, fun though it can be, we've let them get away with it.

Pride didn't change its name because we sat around moaning – and there had been a lot of that. They were prodded into coming to BiCon 13, then lots of people joined, and some actually did something to make the tents the huge successes they were.

Now, the gay scene may be a over-commercialised ghetto, with some dodgy businessmen interested in grabbing some pink pounds for themselves, and Stonewall a private club that delayed at least one law reform by a year due to incompetence and sucking up to a Labour government, but it's extremely difficult to ignore gay men. (The only people more ignored than lesbians are bisexual women of course…)

Witness the "gay marriage" partnership proposals currently out for consultation. No bisexual input, especially on the 'only one' aspect, was ever wanted or offered.

It's equal now despite Stonewall's best efforts, but even though a differential age of consent was another absolutely blatant 'bisexual issue', no-one ever bothered to contact us, never mind involve us. Why should they? Who would they ask?

'We agreed – no leader!' 'Right. So shut up and do as I say!'

Along with the dash for personal liberation has been the Time Bandits approach to leadership.

Its huge advantage is that if someone wants to do something, they can. If I had thought having EBC3 in the UK was a good idea, I could have committed to doing it on the spot. The Germans who did offer had to do so provisionally – they need to ask the rest of their national organization's board.

I quite like that. I think that freedom should continue.

But what we miss out on are the advantages of having something between BiCons. Certain decisions have dragged on for years as successive BiCon sessions have gone 'ooh, that's too complicated / difficult, let's put it off until next year.'

(Of course, even organisations with continuing structures can do that – softfruit and vampwillow, have the LibDems ever got around to deciding their position on the Elgin Marbles? Twenty years ago, putting that one off for next time was already a tradition almost as old as the sculptures themselves…)

And when something does happen or someone – gasp – does want to get in touch, what happens? Nothing usually.

The two approaches are not incompatible – while there's a national Dutch Bi Network, just try stopping Dutch people doing their thing!

So why don't we have a national body too?

The basic reason is that the people who tried back in 99 were the wrong people and went about it the wrong way. Spurred on by Dr F Patronising, they formed the British Bisexual Federation and probably never got above three members.

At the time, I was one of the people who said the idea was stupid anyway. We don't need no stinking organization. Now, I'm not so sure.

For all the bitchy comments about it, the LBG's constitution was very simple. You have members. Once a year, they elect some people. They can do what the fuck they like, but the members can have a meeting to throw them out if they go too far.

It made it clear who was running it, and for how long, and what you could do about it.

I think that's a reasonable model for an organization that actually wants to do something. And I'd quite like to have people do something, not least because I think there's a lot that needs doing.

Looking around, we're being fucked over the health promotion issue. Bisexuals are considerably less popular with the public than either gay men or lesbians (it's the non-monogamy issue!). Bisexuals have worse mental health on average and to my knowledge, no-one in the health field has ever done anything about that. There are still organizations that are rabidly biphobic. You can probably add some more, but do you care?

Whatever the answer, I'd love to hear your comments.

Never mind the parties, look at the hypocrisy!

From the Times on Monday: Top Tory aide is king of the urban swingers

A SENIOR Tory strategist revealed yesterday that he leads a double life as Britain's leading organiser of upmarket sex parties.

By day Dougie Smith, 41, is the respectable co-ordinator of Conservatives for Change (Cchange), the influential Tory think tank whose board members include Theresa May, the Conservative party chairman.

[..]

However, by night Smith runs Fever Parties, a London-based organisation that hosts "five-star" orgies for swingers.

More at http://www.timesonline.co.uk/printFriendly/0,,1-523-721430,00.html , but because of the way their site works, the link won't be around for very long:

Now, Fever Parties are at http://feverparties.com/ They say:

"For young and attractive couples" .. Fever parties are the only ones with a strict upper age limit (40), attractive couples and single girls chosen from photographs

So… do you think the 41 year old Tory doesn't attend his own parties?

Ha.