I was starting to think the whole thing was an illusion, a drug-induced and electronic dream (or something I cobbled together after a couple of bottles of wine whilst the sun was coming up). Particularly after Keyontyli's MySpace page was constantly updated - no, swamped - with stunning picture after fabulous image of the one formally known as Keyon.
I didn't dream it up, thank you very much, any more than their interlude with Marc Williams, and Taleon was sentenced on November 18 to between four and eight years. It seems he has been in custody since April, whilst Keyontyli has been free to pose and pout in front of the lense.
Let's hope he doesn't meet with the same fate as his brother, and those photos keep coming.
More coverage and comments on this story at the excellent SGL Café blog.
Speaking of photos, boy culture unearthed this little photospread back in February. If twin-on-twin action dismays you, then look away. And to think I went a whole year without it...
THERE'S SOMETHING I just love about this advert. I think it's the strings. The whole thing makes me feel all wholesome and pure. And I love grocery shopping. Boy, do I love it. Sniffing out the loss-leaders, the BOGOFs, reading labels for nutrional information, squeezing vegetables. And occasionally finding something strange and new. I like to seek out my favourite checkout lady (I have a phobia of male checkout attendants - it just doesn't seem right buying ones groceries from another man). One Asian lady even age-checked me when I was buying a bottle of Malibu a few weeks ago, bless her (the second time that's happened in Morrisons. Maybe it's some ploy to curry favour - unless you're 17, who hates getting age-checked?)
Supermarkets are heaven, but grocery shopping is a skill. I know people who succumb to the marketing, the mind control, and oppressive, depressive strain that is herds of Other People. These poor souls go into supermarkets and buy the things they want, things they want right now, and they pay the price the supermarket wants right now. And that just ain't how it's done. I wish I could impart my knowledge, my skills, but it's instinct, kids - and you either got it, or you don't. Happy shopping.
Imagine being the only survivor of a disease that kills every member of your family, that kills lovers, strangers, friends, nearly everyone you've ever met.
You are among the lonely few to live and now you must start over in a strange new world where everything that was once safe and familiar is now strange and dangerous.
Set in the present day, Survivors focuses on the world in the aftermath of a devastating virus which wipes out most of the world's population. What would we do? How would any of us cope in a brave new world where all traditional 21st Century comforts - electricity, clean running water, advanced technology - have disappeared?
These are the questions faced by the bewildered but resilient group of survivors at the centre of the drama. It is an opportunity for new beginnings, but with no society, no police and no law and order, they now face terrible dangers - not just the daily struggle for food and water but also the deadly threat from other survivors.
Fortunately, the few people who survive the virus are Very Good Looking, like ka-os blog favourite Paterson Joseph, Al Sadiq and that black girl out of Doctor Who. Yes indeed, unlike the 1970s original, our survivors aren't all white middle class people.
Paterson Joseph's presence alone makes Survivors a very promising prospect. More on this after the series debut on Sunday. Check out the trailer below.
I'm not a disciple and I'm not a cheerleader. As Dizzee Rascal said on MTV Base (oh, I'm so high brow), it doesn't matter what colour the President is, as long as he does what a President is supposed to do.
With that in mind, it looks like the man challenged with cleaning up Dubya's mess is making a good start, with this news, and this.
So kiss my battyman Irish ass, Mahmoud Ahmadinejad. Mister Obama seem to think you're garbage too. Kisses.
And Mister Obama? I'm sorry I called you a jerk. Don't let me down.
Don't let us down.
It's been six weeks since the last teenage victim, Craig Steven Marshall, was stabbed to death in west London. That was an extended lull in the violence, following the spate of murders earlier in the year, with a boy lost every week or fortnight. Four boys were knifed in August alone.
More details on this story as they come in.
UPDATE: 10/11/08. The boy has now been identified as Mauritian-born Nabeer Bakurally.
Read Louis's story here. Plenty more nutritionally balanced pictures of the yummytastic boy babe here.
You've heard the rumours, and now with just a day to go, the news is out: America is about to elect the new Emperor Of The World. They tried to keep it quiet, but we've found them out. Apparently, campaigning has been going on for months.
I'd like to support Barack Obama. Really, I would. It would be great if the President of the USA wasn't an old white guy, just for a change. But what would be really great, what would really make a change, is if the President of the USA wasn't a bible-thumping bigot, clinging to his religion and guided by superstition.
Sadly, whoever ends up getting elected, that's exactly what we'll get. When the winner makes his victory speech, you can bet it'll be "God this" and "God that."
This weekend, Obama had this to say: "I've stated my opposition to this. I think it's unnecessary. I believe marriage is between a man and a woman. I am not in favor of gay marriage."
Unnecessary to who, you jerk?
You know, McCain and Palin might be a about a hundred times more ignorant than their Democrat rivals, but at least they're open about their right-wing hatred of The Gays. We know they're the bad guys, we know they're the ones to boo and hiss. But Obama's a wolf in sheep's clothing.
I really don't care who wins tomorrow, Obama is merely the lesser of two evils. And let me make my position perfectly clear: Mister Obama sir, with the greatest respect, you can go to hell.
If that was all a bit too sentimental for you, have a look at the spoof version, and laugh like a lunatic.
That's what the betting man says - bookmakers Paddy Power is offering odds of 3-1 on Paterson Joseph becoming the first black actor to play the lead role in Doctor Who.
The current incarnation, Scottish actor David Tennant, announced earlier this week that he would be stepping down from the role after next year. Tennant is the tenth actor to play the part since 1963.
Speculation on who replaces the outgoing incumbent is a popular sport in Britain (almost as much as public drunkenness and leering at barely legal teenage girls in national newspapers) which usually swamps any other news. In fact, the identity of the twelfth Doctor will probably relegate coverage of the US election to the back pages, somewhere between the horoscopes and the crossword.
It's a bad time to be a white supremacist - not only is The Ruler Of The World likely to be black, but the Doctor might be too. What next? Black people in Neighbours? Jamaican bobsledders?
In all seriousness, there's absolutely no reason why the 11th Doctor can't be black, or indeed anything other than a Caucasian from the United Kingdom. Surely if a northerner can take on the rule, anyone can?
Just so long as it isn't an Australian.