Sunday, July 13, 2008
Say it ain't so, Lembit!
Thursday, June 19, 2008
12 busy days ahead
Blimey:
One of the most recent surveys to delve into the sex lives of Scots [...] found that 90 per cent of Scots said they were open and non-judgmental, with most engaging in sexual activity on average 29 times a month.
Blogging will be light, as it's already the 19th of the month and Mr Eugenides has a hell of a lot of catching up to do...what's 29 divided by 12?
Monday, June 09, 2008
A little Monday violence for you
Light blogging today, for which due apologies.
In the meantime, here's a small treat for my feminist readers.
Labels: Blogging break, Entertainment, Sex
Tuesday, April 29, 2008
Church of England to try gender reassignment therapy
I'm no theologian, but isn't this, from the C of E, just simple lunacy?
In a desperate attempt to stave off a schism over female ordination, church leaders have suggested the creation of new dioceses based on gender rather than geography.
The proposal – allowing some parishes to flee from the prospect of women bishops to male bishops hundreds of miles away – is one idea intended to preserve the unity of the Anglican Communion amid intense anger among millions of conservative church members. [...]
The solution of extra-geographical dioceses is one of several proposed, but among the structural solutions it is the favoured option and would appear to be the least complex. However, questions would arise over which cathedrals served the new dioceses, or whether new ones were needed.
So if I'm not happy about being under living in a bishopric whose bishop has no prick, I can have my parish "moved" into a suitably male diocese to allow me to take Communion with a clear conscience? Superb. Say what you like about the Catholic Church - as I have, and do - but they would have the right answer in this situation; this is what we're going to do, they would say, and if you don't like it you can fuck off and jump in the Tiber. So what if we're wrong? It's never stopped us before.
I do see potential in the principle, if nothing else; if your MP is Harriet Harman or Hazel Blears, for example, why put up with being represented by these dickless horrors? Simply tell the authorities that you're a bigot who doesn't accept the authority of a female MP, and before you know it, you'll be reassigned to the next door constituency and you can bitch to a nice ruddy-faced Tory squire instead. Everybody's happy.
Labels: Flying Spaghetti Monster, Sex
Friday, April 18, 2008
So, Vladimir, what was it that first attracted you to...
I was going to do a routine on Vladimir Putin's new belle, but thought that perhaps two deeply sexist posts in 24 hours might be a tad excessive. However, I'm glad to report that Matthew Norman has picked up the slack...
According to reports in Moscow, Vladimir Putin is poised to jettison his wife Lyudmila Putina (her surname is now believed to be a contraction of "Putina-divorce-settlement- dacha-in-Sochi- under-heavy-guard- and-left-to-rot-ovichskaya") in order to marry a certain Alina Kabaeva.
Ms Kabaeva – and this is just too good to be true – is a 25-year-old rhythmic gymnast, so fire off your own gags at will. All I'm prepared to say, at least until I've located the family Geiger counter, is that not since Catherine the Great's horse last dangled from its Imperial Palace winch can the partner of a Russian leader have been expected to carry the amorous burden to such a degree.
Indeed:
Best not to comment further, I feel...
Thursday, April 17, 2008
Equality of opportunity
One of life's small miseries is the knowledge that, so badly we are governed, there's always someone somewhere whose politicians are of a higher calibre.
Here, for example, are our Europe Minister and Minister for Women respectively, Jim Murphy and Harriet Harman:




Labels: Random observations, Sex
Thursday, April 03, 2008
Beyond the pale
These gaffe-prone BNP types, eh?
The BNP has withdrawn one of its London Assembly candidates after he reportedly wrote that it was a "myth" that rape was a serious crime. [...]
Mr [Nicholas] Eriksen [not a very British-sounding name - E] was the author of a far-right blog on which he had written: "Rape is simply sex. Women enjoy sex, so rape cannot be such a terrible ordeal.
"To suggest that rape, when conducted without violence, is a serious crime is like suggesting that force-feeding a woman chocolate cake is a heinous offence. A woman would be more inconvenienced by having her handbag snatched."
In a statement on the BNP website, the party said Mr Eriksen had "taken responsibility and unlike other politicians faced with similar circumstances has acted swiftly and honourably to resolve this matter".
It said: "It was felt that no matter how much Nick Eriksen's blog comments, written back in 2005, had been distorted and taken out of the context of a blog which reflected our tough stance on all sorts of crime, they could still be perceived as trivialising the issue in a manner that many women in particular could have found extremely offensive."
When the BNP sack you for offending minorities, I'd suggest, you might want to consider if elected office is really your 'thing' after all...
Sunday, March 30, 2008
That Wendy Alexander webcast in full
In case you're wondering; yes, that proposal of marriage was indeed from me.
I do believe she blushed...
Monday, March 24, 2008
Full moon, empty head
Mr Eugenides is, to his perpetual astonishment, single - despite the legions of female readers who email in for dates after seeing the pouting baby at the top of this page and assuming (quite erroneously, I assure you) that your scribe will be equally as cute when they meet him in the flesh.
Which is why I tend, despite myself, to find myself reading articles like this, and then immediately wonder why I bothered:
Brits take an average of 22 dates, three one-night stands and three long-term relationships before settling down, says a new poll. Couples revealed how long it had taken to find The One for entertainment website BT PodShow.
No, I've never heard of "entertainment website BT PodShow" either. Nor will I be Googling it - and don't you, either. That's just what the cunts want.
Some needed as many as 50 dates with potential partners. And nine per cent reckon it takes at least ten one-night stands.
This is irresistible logic. If at first you don't find love, bang as many random women as possible until you do. Great work, BT PodShow. I trust there's a link to Marie Stopes on your website.
Talking regularly and an active sex life were what people were looking for. Poor personal hygiene, no sense of humour and being bad in bed were the biggest turn-offs, the poll found.
People don't like shagging people who smell? I mean, honestly, could this get any more boilerplate? The answer, astonishingly, is yes:
The good news for those still searching is this weekend is the best chance of the year to banish those single days.
Oho, this is looking up. Why?
Relationship expert Jo Hemmings said: "The four-day Bank Holiday gives us double the free time of a normal weekend, so double the chances to enjoy ourselves and find love. And the onset of spring, a full moon and an abundance of chocolate Easter eggs will all play their part."
I'm reminded of Woody Allen's immortal endorsement of bisexuality: that it doubles your chance of a date on a Saturday night. Jo Hemmings' advice is rather less profound; plenty of spare time + plenty of chocolate = plenty of sex. By that rationale, those lucky bastards in the cancer ward at the Western General are presumably getting laid all the fucking time.
What is a "relationship expert", anyway? Surely, by definition, someone who is an "expert" in relationships must have had loads of them, right? Which doesn't exactly bode well for an article on how to, er, succeed in relationships. Would you trust a heart surgeon who was a "medical negligence expert"?
Whatever: thanks, BT PodShow and Jo Hemmings: you've reminded me that if there's one thing worse than being single, it's being a gibbering fucking idiot.
Labels: Idiotarians, Random observations, Sex
Wednesday, March 19, 2008
Nokia nookie
As the Mr Eugenides 'brand' hurtles ever faster towards the tabloid end of the blog market, I am grateful to a correspondent for alerting me to this story, which gives me the opportunity to post more photos of ladies in their skimpies. (Irritated female readers should rest assured I don't plan to do this more than a few times a day.)
This is the Finnish foreign minister, Ilkka Kanerva.

Handsome devil, no? No? Just your average guy in a suit, right? And yet:
According to the Finnish tabloid Hymy, Mr Kanerva sent about 200 text messages from his office mobile to the blonde striptease dancer Johanna Tukiainen, one of which demanded to know what she was wearing under her tight dress.
Another message, tapped out between political meetings, suggested a three-in-a-bed arrangement with Johanna, 29, and her sister, Julia, who has worked in the pornography industry.
This is Johanna and Julia Tukiainen:

Male readers wondering what exactly they are doing with that hose should consider a quick Google image search, which will confirm the closeness of the Tukiainen sisters' relationship. I wouldn't do it from work, though.
Anyway, as ever, Europeans do political scandals so much better than our own. While we seethe at being asked to subsidise our MP's sandwich toasters and standard lamps, Scandinavian politicians are banging entire families of strippers and porn stars. Tracey Temple and Rosie Winterton this ain't.
I've saved my favourite detail, though, for last:
After the text messages appeared in the press, the live-in partners of both women threw them out.
Julia's boyfriend is obviously relaxed about her working in the 'adult' industry; he has presumably learned, at the very least, that the dinner table is not the place to ask her how her day went. And he'll accept the thousand daily indignities that go with dating a porn actress: the knowing smirks on nights out on the town, the thought of raincoated strangers stroking themselves to pictures of his girlfriend, the way her hair always seems to smell of semen. This is clearly a man at ease with his lot in life.
But even he absolutely draws the line at her shagging a politician. Every man has his breaking point.
Labels: Euroweenies, Sex
Monday, March 17, 2008
Hooters comes to Scotland

Anyone who tells the egregious Cathy Jamieson MSP to go and take a running jump is, prima facie, a friend of mine. So it is that spirit that I welcome the news that US bar/restaurant chain Hooters is looking to open outlets in Scotland, much to the displeasure of McFeministas everywhere.
"Hooters" is American slang for breasts and the waitresses wear white vests and orange hotpants.
But [Scottish Labour deputy leader Cathy] Jamieson said: "Scotland does not want these so-called restaurants coming to our cities.
"Violence against women is a big problem in Scotland and these types of establishments do nothing to promote equality or positive images of women in the workplace.
"Hooters is a rather old-fashioned 1980s concept. I think both men and women have moved on from this kind of quite degrading spectacle."
A spokeswoman for Scottish Women's Aid said: "A company that not only promotes but demands the objectification of women in the workplace should have no place in Scotland."
Various other talking heads then pop up to denounce this return to the chauvinistic Dark Ages and generally predict the end of civilisation if onion rings are served to hungry Scottish punters by girls in shorts.
Now, for the avoidance of doubt, Mr Eugenides deeply disapproves of such exploitative, sexist trash, but his libertarian principles force him to conclude, however reluctantly, that pneumatic young women must be allowed to dress in skintight vests and shorts to serve him beer, if that is really their wish. Some might go further, indeed, and say that it is not a restaurant's fucking job to "promote equality or positive images of women", and that Cathy Jamieson should go and fuck herself, always assuming she can manage the logistics of doing that with a paper bag hiding her ugly fucking face.
To their eternal credit, Hooters clearly feel the same way, and relish the opportunity to make their contempt for oor Cathy unmistakeably clear on their website:
"Hooters girls have the same right to use their natural female sex appeal to earn a living as do supermodels Cindy Crawford and Naomi Campbell.
"To Hooters, the women's rights movement is important because it guarantees women have the right to choose their own careers, be it a supreme court justice or Hooters girl."
Priceless. We've come a long way, sisters.
Labels: Idiotarians, Nu Lab, Scotland, Sex
Thursday, March 13, 2008
Ashley Alexandra Dupre
More fallout from the Eliot Spitzer sex scandal:
The prostitute at the centre of New York Governor Eliot Spitzer's sex scandal has been named by US media.
The woman, named in court papers as Kristen, is Ashley Alexandra Dupre, the New York Times reported.
Ms Dupre, 22, told the Times she did not want "to be thought of as a monster".

I'd say there's little danger of that.
Labels: Random observations, Sex
Friday, March 07, 2008
Friday quiz
As a little pre-weekend fun, see if you can guess, before looking at Dizzy's post, to which government minister this charming tale of her college days refers?
[...] she did the popular lefty women's thing at the time and kept her pubic hair au naturel.
Such was the density of her lower thatch, which can be imagined from the luxuriant black barnet on her head, and given the location of her choice of tertiary education, she was known as "Thetford Forest"...
Monday, January 21, 2008
Male, 6'2", 29, Libra, seeks NS female, GSOH, 21-28, for clubbing, cinema, long walks on the beach and picking ticks out of coat
Not for the first time, Mr Eugenides finds himself veering wildly off-topic on a Monday, but it would be entirely remiss of me not to bring you this story from China, where the world's hairiest man is back on the market after breaking up with his girlfriend.

Yu Zhenhuan, 29, confirmed: "We got to know each other through the internet, and had been seeing each other for three years. Unfortunately our relationship has come to an end."And he added: "My whole body is covered with hair, and my parents are worried I won't be able to find a wife. Many girls are shocked when they see me in person.
"I feel like King Kong, hideous, but with a soft and tender heart," he told Zhejiang Online.
My advice, Yu? Go to Greece. The birds will go wild...

Wednesday, January 16, 2008
Reinforcements on their way
Took me a while to decide whether this is good news or bad:
She's called Smurfette and she was created as a solitary female temptation for the Smurfs.
But, after 50 years of being the only blue girl in town, Smurfette is about to get some girl power company. The owner of the rights to the gnomes says there aren't enough ladies in Smurf land.
As a result, a computer-animated 3D film, released later this year to mark the Smurfing half century, will contain 'a greater female presence'. [...]
Hendrik Coysman, who runs the Smurf rights holder IMPS, explained the sudden rise of girl power in Smurf land. 'There have been dramatic changes in sociocultural values in the past 20 to 25 years. One of these is girl empowerment,' he said. 'So, there will be a greater female presence in the Smurf village and this will be a basis for new stories.'
Of course (as any fule kno) Smurfette is not the only female Smurf in the village at all, but she's certainly the most attractive one. However, this sudden profileration of Smurf fanny will strike many admirers as a mixed blessing.
On the one hand, it's clearly a matter for some regret; indeed, some might say it's political correctness gone mad. The Smurfs seemed to have managed quite well for five decades without feminism rearing its ugly head; change for change's sake is almost never a good idea. On the other, we must spare a thought for Smurfette herself who, after 50 years of being gang-rogered senseless every night, must now surely be unable to walk unaided for more than a handful of paces, and whose few daily hours of fitful sleep must be disturbed by nightmarish visions of angry, blue-veined Smurf cock.
Seen from this perspective, adding more female Smurfs to the collective is pretty much win-win; the females will only benefit from strength in numbers (or, in Hendrik Coysman's delightfully patronising phrase, "girl empowerment"), Smurfette may soon be able to grab a solid 8 hours without crying herself to sleep, and the male Smurfs have a wider selection of hole to choose from. I'd say everybody's happy in Smurfland this morning.
Labels: Entertainment, Sex
Friday, January 04, 2008
You don't even have to turn it on first...
It's not so much that this story is intrinsically amusing - though I suppose it is - but rather the ridiculous, Onion-style tone in which it has been written; every paragraph made me laugh out loud. I reproduce it in full and without further comment.
An artificial intelligence expert claims we will be having sex with robots by 2050. David Levy says by then robots will be nearly indistinguishable from real people.
In his book, Sex with Robots: The Evolution of Human-Robot Relationships, he writes: "Great sex on tap for everyone, 24/7. What's not to like?"
According to Levy, the people who are most likely to benefit from these sexbots are those so ugly or isolated that they have trouble finding human romance.
He said: "They're lonely, they're miserable. I think society will be a much better place when they have an alternative that satisfies them without doing any harm to other people.
"If there was a robot of the sort I describe in the book, I would certainly want to experience using it for sex and I wouldn't regard it as anything untoward.
"I would do it out of curiosity. Not that I have a need for a new sex partner, I'm happily married."
Sunday, December 16, 2007
Tommy Sheridan arrested and charged with perjury

Not for the first time, the self-styled Glasgow Guevara, Tommy Sheridan, finds himself in trouble with the police. The permatanned Pasioniara of Pollok has been arrested and charged with perjury in connection with his 2006 defamation suit against the News of the Screws, when he won £200,000 for their scurrilous suggestions that, when not fighting for the cause of the underprivileged and dispossessed of Scotland, Tommy and his brother-in-law were double-teaming buxom party activists in cheap flats around the country.
A quick recap: Tommy had been forced out of the leadership of the Scottish Socialists in one of those internal spats of which the far Left seem so fond, eventually resigning for what he termed "personal circumstances". The NOTW had some ideas what those circumstances might be, and published a string of lurid allegations, backed up with a fair degree of documentary evidence and witness testimony, to which Sheridan took exception, launching a libel action.
Despite being one of those cases to which one was tempted to apply the famous dictum of Henry Kissinger that it was a pity they couldn't both lose, in the end the newspaper came off second best. Tommy was awarded damages by a jury of
Had he been caught telling a court porkies? It seemed eminently possible. Not to be cowed, however, the tikka-tinged Trot went on the offensive, using the press launch of his breakaway "Solidarity" party last October to mount one of the great Chewbacca defences of all time:
"I said I was the victim of the mother of all stitch-ups," he said.
[Perhaps an unfortunate turn of phrase, given some of his famously slippery Scottish socialist chums...]
"I don't think there is anyone in Scotland who can doubt that this has been an attempted stitch-up from day one."
[Blog author ejaculates coffee out through nose, scurries to find Kleenex, still chuckling]
"But it's a stitch-up that has unravelled. I say here today that the News of the World have tried to produce, in collusion with others, dodgy minutes, dodgy tapes and dodgy geezers to make allegations against me." [...]
However, Mr Sheridan did not stop at the Murdoch press, but cited "sinister forces" at work. "I would not be surprised if the state is involved," he said. "The state has a fine history of trying to destabilise and undermine socialist movements or trade union struggles. When the history of this whole episode is written about, I think you'll find that MI5 was involved."
There's something irresistibly hilarious about the sort of galactic ego that imagines techies from the security services working deep into the night to splice snatches of footage into a bogus videotape just to fuck some half-baked, Fake Baked Dave Spart. Ludicrous it may have been, but it seemed to work and the furore died down - until today.
Speaking outside a police station where he was held, Mr Sheridan, 43, vowed to prove his innocence, claiming he was the victim of a "witch-hunt". Mr Sheridan, had been held in Edinburgh during searches of his Glasgow house.
Still with the witch-hunt. Well, that's an allegation soon resolved. Throw him in the Clyde with Rosie Kane tied to his legs: if he sinks he's innocent, and if he bobs to the surface with the tan washed off, he's lying. Let's hope he has a good lawyer, eh?
His lawyer, Aamer Anwar, said Mr Sheridan condemned the "excessive actions" of police.
Ahaha! Aamer Anwar... of course! No surprise that two of Scotland's premier self-publicists should seek each other out: cunts of a feather flock together. Now both of them face charges for treating the legal process with contempt: perhaps HMP Barlinnie could reserve them adjoining cells?
Meanwhile, Tommy is unrepentant, returning to a familiar theme in his broadside at the authorities after having been arrested outside the offices of my good friends at Talk 107, where he presents a radio show.
"I believe I am the victim of a political witch-hunt," he said. "I believe this whole farcical enquiry which has usurped an incredible amount of public resources, was orchestrated and influenced by the powerful reach of the Murdoch empire."
While thanking those who had given him and his family support, he vowed: "This battle goes on, however long it takes to prove my name."
We shall see... ¡Hasta la Victoria Siempre!
Labels: Abuse, Idiotarians, Liars, Scotland, Sex
Thursday, December 13, 2007
Brass neck of the week award...
...goes to a Ryanair spokeswoman who quite clearly couldn't give two shits what the "Institute for Women in Spain" think:
The Institute for Women in Spain said yesterday that it would complain to Irish and EU authorities over a Ryanair charity calendar featuring female flight attendants wearing bikinis.
The 2008 calendar - called the Girls of Ryanair - shows 12 flight attendants posing inside and outside planes. April is represented by "Nicola from Stansted", who appears in a bikini bottom, covering her modesty with a lifejacket.
Ryanair has defended the £5 calendar in aid of the disabled children's charity Angels Quest, saying none of the women had been forced to pose. "We are just protecting women's rights to take their clothes off," a spokeswoman told Reuters.
Bravo.

Tuesday, December 11, 2007
I see that Channel 4 have a programme on tonight about sex blogging.
Too much to expect that your scribe will be included, I suppose...
Labels: Mr E tours, Sex
Wednesday, December 05, 2007
Mr E elsewhere: Freeing Tibet, one smile at a time
Disgracefully, the Chinese have banned Miss Tibet from competing in a beauty pageant in Malaysia unless her sash is amended to read "Miss Tibet-China". Your scribe has been doing his bit for Tibetan independence today by trawling through the photo galleries on the Miss Tibet website. Read all about it here.

UPDATE: I have received an email from Miss Tibet thanking me for my support! I am in raptures. Now, I wonder if she has Miss Curacao's phone number?...
Labels: Civil liberties, Humour, Sex





