I am Oscar Wilde (11th March 1997)

I am Oscar Wilde. Dandy, laughed at, reviled, but triumphant, forever above them all. I am Aubrey Beardsley, sad, frustrated, repressed young artist. I am Giacometti, a very private man who spent all his time in brothels. I am Toulouse-Lautrec, Van Gogh.

Just the naughtiness of Astral Cinema is so tempting! (7th Dec 1997)

Just the naughtiness of Astral Cinema is so tempting! I now hereby choose the alternative life!! I reject ---- Sorting Office, I choose the life, vitality, of Astral, Sunset Strip. That is all someone of my species can do. I'd rather be proud to be an autistic person, then permanently ashamed to be a pathetically inadequate social person. Better to reign in hell, than serve in heaven. I came out and think I'm proud, I don't deserve to be sneered at all the time, so I will be proud. Stand proud in Astral with my cock out. Make the game my real life! 

Helmut Newton! Parade! Yellow shop. Beardsley, Venus masturbating her unicorns every morning!