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Serial streaker Mark Roberts said today that Janet Jacksons controversial moment of right breast nudity stole my thunder at the Super Bowl.

Roberts, 39, from Liverpool, streaked on to the pitch just before the second half of play on Sunday night.

He managed to do an Irish jig and the Moonwalk before being clobbered by a player and carried off the field by police.

Roberts said he ran on the pitch in Houston, Texas, dressed as an American Football referee, moments before the second-half kick off.

He tugged away his uniform, which was held together with velcro, leaving just a strategically-placed plastic American football and a baseball cap.

The guy was lining up to take the kick. He just looked totally confused, Roberts said from his hotel room in Houston.

I was there, naked, apart from a plastic American football over my nether regions held on with Sellotape, doing a Riverdance in the middle of the Super Bowl, and nobody was coming after me.

The two teams were looking at each other, trying to work out what was going on, so I started to Moonwalk.

Then I started doing crazy body poses and thats when the whole of the Houston police department came chasing on the field.

I took off on the chase. One player tried to tackle me and I dodged him and a second ran into me and gave me a shoulder charge. He was huge. I spun like a top.

Roberts was carried off the field by several police officers and later charged with trespassing. He will have to appear in court in Houston on Monday.

He said police officers were more amused than angry at his stunt during the game in which the New England Patriots narrowly beat the Carolina Panthers.

Officers even asked him to sign copies of his rap sheet, which showed his mugshot and fingerprints.

It was the first time Roberts has streaked in the United States.

So far, he has worn his birthday suit at the Wimbledon Mens tennis final in 2002, the Grand National in 1996 and on ITVs This Morning in 1995, when he ran on to the giant weather map on the Thames.

The former church handyman, from the Kensington area of Liverpool, has had other conquests in Hong Kong and Thailand. In all he has streaked 300 times.

He calls himself a professional streaker and says he has advertising deals in Europe.

But his exploit at the Super Bowl was the highlight of 11 years of going naked.

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He had received scores of interview requests and Playboy magazine has asked him for an interview. His moment of glory was also shown on late night US talk shows.

Robertss only regret about the Super Bowl streak was that it was overshadowed by Janet Jacksons own moment of exposure.

Her half-time performance, which ended with Justin Timberlake tearing her top to reveal her right breast, has caused uproar in America.

She took my thunder. If she hadnt done that I would have been front page material, Roberts said.

This has to be the most useless act of policy I've seen in a long while.

In a sign that no matter is too small to affect international diplomacy, the US State Department has issued an edict banning its longtime standard typeface from all official correspondence and replacing it with a “more modern” font.

In an internal memorandum distributed on Wednesday, the department declared “Courier New 12” – the font and size decreed for US diplomatic documents for years – to be obsolete and unacceptable after February 1.

“In response to many requests and with a view to making our written work easier to read, we are moving to a new standard font: 'Times New Roman 14',” said the memorandum.

The new font “takes up almost exactly the same area on the page as Courier New 12, while offering a crisper, cleaner, more modern look,” it said, adding that after February 1 “only Times New Roman 14 will be accepted.”

“This applies to diplomatic notes,” the memorandum said tersely.

There are only three exceptions to the draconian new typographical rules: telegrams, treaty materials prepared by the State Department's legal affairs office and documents drawn up for the president's signature, it said.

The memorandum offered no explanation for the exceptions, leaving foreign service officers to speculate as to whether the White House, US treaty partners and telegram readers are not yet able to handle the change.

Went to see a great movie last night with Hyde_grrl. We saw Lost in Translation. I really like Bill Murray, but man, he's gotten OLD. He's still a wonderful actor though, and that movie will become part of my DVD collection when it comes out. Got home late, made some carrot soup, and crashed a bit, watching some TV.

I forgot to set my alarm this morning, which made me late. D'oh. I was watching the news on CBC this morning. They were interviewing some US senator about the campaigns that are gearing up for the presedential elections. He said something that blew my mind. “Issues will not be a concern in this race, it's more a question of personalities”. That's just SO FREACKING SCARY!

God bless america…

40.476190476190474% of me is a huge nerd! How about you?

I'm a hedonistic thing. I like to enjoy my senses. Here are mine, what are yours?

Favourite sight: A beautiful woman stretching.
Favourite smell: Clean-smelling hair.
Favourite touch: Warm sheets on a cold morning.
Favourite sound: Any type of music I like.
Favourite taste: Warm, mom-baked apple pie.

Ok, for starters, more people need to discover the amusement source that is RetroCrush (http://www.retrocrush.com/).

On display right now are:

• The most annoying things of 2003 (link here)
• Bedroom design atrocities of the 70s (link here)

… among others.

And of course, the gallery of retro babes is always a feature.

Then, for your continued viewing pleasure, I found some old women of PETA pictures, that I just had to share with ya'll.

Next, a nice little angsty, yet cute comic from Peals Before Swine. It also inspired another icon for the poll. Click on the icon to view the cartoon:

And finally, yet another new icon to join the poll:

That is all.

It seems that all the people I met on LL and have kept in contact with are now paired with people they're completely smitten with. Now don't get me wrong, these are good friends, and I'm really happy for them. At the same time, I'm really depressed, because I'm thinking to myself, why not me… I know it's self-defeating, but I can't help feeling it.

All I want is to have someone to say “I love you” to, and sleep close to at night. That's not too much to ask.

I must be broken.

This day was… I don't know how to describe this day. My plan, when I went to bed last night, was to lounge in bed, do some chores, do my groceries, and go out tonight with M. The day started out ok, as I was drifting in and out of sleep this morning, when my cell phone rings. I see on my caller ID that it's M, so I figure that he's asking if I want to go have breakfast, as we often do on the weekend.

That's when the day really went off track. First shock, he tells me Sven is in the hospital. Second shock, he had a brain oedema (swelling due to excess fluid). Now this can mean he has a brain tumour, a brain hemorrhage, or a viral infection. Third shock, he's lost motor control on the right side of his body. By that point, I'm completely awake and have fallen out of bed. Quite literally. Cue to telephone tag to inform all our friends, with promises of keeping them informed as more information trickles in.

I went to see him at the hospital in the early afternoon. He was looking quite well, given the circumstances. According to his wife, he was actually a lot better. From what I saw, he was lucid, was cracking jokes, and he told us he was regaining control and sensation on his right side. He still had a bit of the Jean Chretien smile, but that was the only significant outward sign something was amiss. He told us that the CAT scans he's had so far have ruled out the two nastiest options, so it's most probably a viral infection. The doctors say that he's responding really, really well to the anti-inflammatories and he might even be discharged tonight so he can go sleep at home. He needs to come back to the hospital for the next 2 days for more IV anti-inflammatories, but he's well enough to go home, so that's a very good sign. He has a MRI scan scheduled for Monday, to rule out the possibilities of micro-lesions on the brain, and if that's all clear, I'd imagine he's going to go on a course of antivirals. We don't know if there will be lasting effects, but the doctors seem optimistic.

So, all in all, it's good news. It made me realize something. I've known that guy for 12 years. Our relation right now is not the greatest it's been – there's some strain, mostly due to stupid things done and said in the past year or so – but that's going to change. I've lived and done too much with the guy, and this incident brought all of that to life.

I've been trying to relax all day, and have been mostly successful. Basically, I kept busy. Did my groceries, and a huge pile of dishes. Bought stuff for the superbowl party tomorrow. I cooked a batch of my world-famous pasta sauce, then cooked roast beast with all the trimmings for dinner with my roommate. Watched a bit of TV, and now I'm writing this and going to bed.

I'm a bit blue right now… for the usual reasons I've grown to know and hate.

Whatever, it'll pass.

With apologies to Darby Conley, I couldn't let this one pass up.

The original mentioned bagders, not possums