the doctor has ordered bed rest for the next three days for my viral infection. although its frantic at work, i take his professional advice and cart my projects home so as not to infect my colleagues.

to keep the wounded company, i have wallpaper (easy), a half read monocle (sometimes challenging) and the latest issue of out (yummy) which i bought for the annual hot list.

after flicking through an entire season of clothes i can't wear (too cold), men i can't have (too far away/too young/maybe not in this life) and places i can't be in (too little time or money), i find the equivalent of maxim's/fhm equivalent to a gay centrefold which is the hottest models go head to head.

i know how women feel now when they see these magazines because it makes you feel inadequate (perfect features, great bodies) and insecure (way too good looking). but because i'm sick, gay and shallow (for today), my nominations for resident spunks:

kerry degman
peter and justin

i'd love to add you on the list of men i'd like to marry except i can't really be bothered today. so just send me an email to propose and make your way to sydney.