tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2697473571357513602024-03-08T19:29:58.835+00:00MambamOnline DiaryMichaelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17745796890136055707noreply@blogger.comBlogger613125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-269747357135751360.post-40735526219341007802017-06-29T22:59:00.001+01:002017-06-29T23:13:33.522+01:00Living the dream<p style="text-align: justify;">Its been a bloody awful week at work this week. I swing from liking my job to hating it by the day. If I'm honest its not really the work its the people. To be more specific a couple of people. </p>
<p style="text-align: justify;">Unfortunately they are in a position of power. Although how the fuck they got there i'll never know. I can handle all the other tossers. Because i don't tolerate any crap from people at my level and below. Its just the ones from above that you can't really do anything about and they don't come any higher up than these two twats.</p>
<p style="text-align: justify;">So to help me dream them away i do the lottery. <span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue'; -webkit-text-stroke-color: #000000; -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial;">I've been doing the lottery for years now and never won so much as a carrot. But like a idiot I keep on going. I'm buying a dream I know. I'm not gonna win anything big. And the way things are going I'm gonna need that 69 million pound jackpot just to break even. But I've got it all planned for if i ever do. Ill ring in work the next day to tell them all to fuck off. Buy a house, car. Holiday....etc. Split the cash with close friends and family. Stick some in a savings account and pension etc. Then spend the rest of my life enjoying giving the rest away to charities. Thats my dream.</span></p>
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<p style="margin: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: normal; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue'; -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial; -webkit-text-stroke-color: #000000; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 11pt; -webkit-font-kerning: none;">And the others that will be there are the same. I know the first hour will be a load of men talking about sport. Football usually. And naming players I've never heard of. Who's paid what for which transfer and what do I think of (insert name here)? Do you think he'll go to Newcastle or will (insert name here) snap him up?. If anyone mentions Cricket i think id be sick.</span></p>
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<p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue'; -webkit-text-stroke-color: #000000; -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial;">Nice hot day todat, which would normallt mean the possibility of seeing some good looking guy with his top off. But as ususal all i saw was some skanky bloke waving a scruffy T shirt, in baggy shorts and Builders Boots. He looked like a clown on his holidays.</span></p>
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<p style="margin: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: normal; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue'; -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial; -webkit-text-stroke-color: #000000;"><span style="font-size: 11pt; -webkit-font-kerning: none;">Afterwards we sat talking to her mum and having a long protracted conversation about how kids can text each other using two thumbs at 90 miles an hour. “I struggle doing it slowly with one finger” she said. Which left me biting my tong and Robert kicking me under the table. I had to go to the loo to control myself. Whilst I was there a drunk guy having a piss said ‘what was that shit they were playing?’</span></p>
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<span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue'; -webkit-text-stroke-color: #000000; -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial;">Anyway it was a good night really. And as I was the designated driver I didn't drink so I feel great today.</span>
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Michaelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17745796890136055707noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-269747357135751360.post-7184087740045264742017-06-22T14:55:00.001+01:002017-06-22T15:06:47.359+01:00Shower time<p style="margin: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: normal; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue'; -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial; -webkit-text-stroke-color: #000000; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 11pt; -webkit-font-kerning: none;">Every night when Robert gets home from work he brushes his teeth, has a shower, changes his cloths and then comes down for something to eat. He's like clockwork. </span></p>
<p style="margin: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: normal; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue'; -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial; -webkit-text-stroke-color: #000000;"><span style="font-size: 11pt; -webkit-font-kerning: none;">It's quite nice really. And I'm not knocking it because he's got me into doing it as well. </span></p>
<p style="margin: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: normal; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue'; -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial; -webkit-text-stroke-color: #000000;"><span style="font-size: 11pt; -webkit-font-kerning: none;">But last night the shower was broken so we couldn't use it. Bloody hell it was like taking heroin away from a drug addict, you'd think he was going cold turkey. He said he felt grubby all night and when we went to bed he didn't want be trying anything because he felt dirty and smelly. </span></p>
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<span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue'; -webkit-text-stroke-color: #000000; -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial;">And beside All i wanted to do was fiddle with his dangly bits. I'd washed my hands before hand and could swill them off afterwards, job done. </span>
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Michaelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17745796890136055707noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-269747357135751360.post-14928031662710341182017-06-21T20:01:00.000+01:002017-06-21T22:36:03.305+01:00Relationship<p style="text-align: justify;">It seems like forever since i posted anything on this blog. In fact its a few years and since then im now in a "relationship". I still find it difficult to say that, in a relationship. I dont know why. Its nothing to do with being gay, its just that jump from being single to getting my head around being part of a couple. His name is Robert. Not Rob, he hates that. But if i really wanna upset him i'll call him Bob.</p>
<p style="text-align: justify;">He's the most beautiful person ive ever met. Kind, caring, funny, a bit shy, trustworthy, A bit younger than me. Blonde, smooth, nice teeth, clean (slightly OCD to be honest) and a nice sized cock!.🤗</p>
<p style="text-align: justify;">He crosses between inteligent and stupid. The type of guy who passed everything at school but struggles to understand a joke sometimes.</p>
<p style="text-align: justify;">I think i decided he was the one for me when i realised it was his personality and how comfortable i felt with him that attracted me to him more than the fact that he's as fit as fuck. </p>
<p style="text-align: justify;">I wont go into the full story of how we met and how it developed but he was looking for somewhere to live and he stayed at my place for a couple of weeks. This ended up turning into being a paid lodger and then became a more permanent thing when he started sleeping in my bed more often than his own.</p>
<p style="text-align: justify;">But since this has happened my life has changed as well. I dont really go on the scene any more. I stay in a lot. We do things together and im not looking over his shoulder at any sexy guy that might be standing behind him (another sign that ive fallen for him).</p>
<p style="text-align: justify;">I drink less, <span style="text-decoration: line-through;">Watch less porn</span>, have sorted out my pension, bought a new car, have some shares and some savings. Im turning into a really boring old fart. Im turning into my dad.</p>
<p style="text-align: justify;">I don't really have much contact with Daniel any more. In fact im not sure whether we've fallen out or not. He's living miles away with his partner and we just dont seem to keep in contact much nowadays. I think its more to do with his new boyfriend. I went to visit them once and it was very strained. I didnt really feel very welcome. I would send him emails and it took days for him to reply. He stopped going on facebook and the contact became less and less. A phone works from both ends and ive now reached the point where i think its his turn to contact me. Im sick of being the one to see how he is. I thought id wait until he contacts me.</p>
<p style="text-align: justify;">He never has in months.</p>
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Itll be difficult for you the reader because youll have to keep looking back if you wanna catch up. But its only for a few days until i get into the swing of things again.
Michaelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17745796890136055707noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-269747357135751360.post-80223454628939405222017-06-20T21:32:00.000+01:002017-06-21T00:07:41.829+01:00Hello again<div style="background-color: white; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; text-align: justify;">
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I havent been blogging for a while. Lots of things have happened since i last posted here. there have been many changes in my life.
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<div style="background-color: white; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; text-align: justify;">Any form of computerised diary is fraught with problems. The whole point to a diary is to keep it for future reference or reading. Nowadays computer formats change, apps come and go, something you type now might not be readable in 12 months time let alone 12 years if the bastards decide their not gonna continue supporting that format or expect you to pay money to upgrade to something else. On the other hand I don't thnk I can write anything by hand any more. If I wrote the above few words in handwriting with pen and paper I'd probably struggle to read it and my wrist would probably be aching by now. Typing is much quicker and more fun. Writing by hand is so yesterday. Anyway, lets see how this looks.</div>
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<p style="text-align: justify;"> Feeling a bit better today, back to work. Thanks for all your well wishes and comments.</p>
<p style="text-align: justify;">Only the odd person mentioned anything about it at work. Hardly anyone asked if I was ok or feeling better. So thanks for that everyone.</p>
<p style="text-align: justify;">I don't take time off work unless I really have to but this place doesn't exactly encourage you to drag yourself in when you feel unwell. There's no such thing as light duties or sympathy. If you turned up for work with a leg missing you'd still be expected to do the same amount of work as before. Maybe that's why most people are off sick even if its just a sore throat and a tickly cough. Even though I was genuinely sick. It was a clincher when judging whether to get out of bed on Friday morning.</p>
<p style="text-align: justify;">Saying that I was bored stiff at home. I slept most of the time but in between consciousness I had the radio on. Radio is shit in the morning. No one plays music any more. Radio one has 'grimmy' waffling on about his celebrity mates. Radio two has Chris Evans telling us all about how much he's gonna spend buying James Bonds car and then raffling off (for charity) a formula one weekend for other multi millionaire listeners who might be listening in "t<em>he current bid is now £150,000 , your gonna have to top that if you wanna be in with a chance for this fantastic experience</em>".....F*** off!!! I don't wanna hear that sort of thing mate. Half the country is skint so stop rubbing it in you idiot. </p>
<p style="text-align: justify;">Telly is shite as well but I'm surprised how many gay people are on daytime telly. A certain type of gay man though. Either high camp and Jolly or acid queen nasty. Every 'come dine with me' always seems to have one or the other.</p>
<p style="text-align: justify;">At one point I was just sat in a trance not really watching it. I may as well have been staring at a speck of dust on a wall. Then I realised I was watching CBeebies for young kids (also seeming to feature lots of gay men by the way). Children's telly can be much better to watch when your sick. Less taxing and annoying. Just pretty colours and bright pictures.</p>Michaelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17745796890136055707noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-269747357135751360.post-20974985345313923542012-11-16T14:00:00.000+00:002012-11-16T14:00:08.144+00:00Panoramic <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"Get out into the fresh air, that'll sort your cold out"</div>
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<p style="text-align: justify;"> Started with a bit of a sore throat this afternoon. But by this evening It's as if I've been gargling with razor blades. I feel the onset of a cold heading my way. "Vitamin C" said my mum. Have you got any oranges?.</p>
<p style="text-align: justify;">No. So it's tablets the size of a torpedo in 1000mg form. Lets see if that dampens it down a bit.</p>
<p style="text-align: justify;">No word from Daniel, he hasn't rung me and I haven't rung him. I've decided to see if he will. It's always me picking up the phone so let's see what happens if I don't. How many days before he remembers I exist?.</p>
<p style="text-align: justify;">I can following him on Facebook mind you------ Jack to Daniel.- 'morning lover'......Daniel to Jack - 'Morning tiger'.....blurrrrgh! I think I might be sick.</p>
<p style="text-align: justify;">There is an election for a local crime commissioner today. We've never had one before so this is all new. I have had my poll card delivered but I nearly threw it in the bin last night because i have absolutely no bloody idea who is up for it. I've had nothing through the post, no one at the door and seen bugger all on the telly. To find out who the candidates are I've got to go to a web site called choosemypcc.org.uk. and read up about them......As if...</p>
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Wtf???.<br/><br/><p style="text-align: justify;">The shit seems to have hit the fan today. I spoke to Daniel last night and sent him a copy of the email and we talked a bit about it. It's was no big deal and he didn't seem all that bothered. He knew immediately who I was talking about and just said, oh he's a nutter, Jack has told me all about him. I said that Victoria was a bit worried and didn't know whether to say anything about it but he said he would text her that it was fine and we left it there.</p>
<p style="text-align: justify;">Until this morning.</p>
<p style="text-align: justify;">I got a text message from Victoria first thing saying " what the hell have you said?. Jack has gone mental on Facebook!!!". When I logged on to see what she meant I was shocked to read post after post of threats to this guy. "<em>I'm fuming. Robert G******, youve messed with the wrong person this time you F****ing C***t. You've been trying to stir it with my Daniel and his friends and I'm gonna make you pay. Sleep with one eye open from now on because I'm not gonna take this lying down you F*****.....</em>" Well you get the idea.</p>
<p style="text-align: justify;">A couple of our mates had contacted Daniel to ask if he was alright but he'd replied, yes fine. So I rang him and asked what he hell was going on. Does this guy know that all Daniels friends and family are reading this shit?. Including Victoria who thinks she's started world war three.</p>
<p style="text-align: justify;">But the silly sod just defended him " he had a bad time with this guy and he's not happy with him, just knock him off your Facebook if you don't like what he's putting, it'll be fine".</p>
<p style="text-align: justify;">Oh great!. That will go down well. I'll unfriend your boyfriend, I'm sure he'll be happy with that. Suddenly my whole perception of this guy has changed. These aren't the rantings of a battered boyfriend. He sounds like a bloody nutter. It wasn't just one post either, it's been going on all day and to make things worse, his mates (who I don't know) seem to be encouraging him with comments and likes. "Go get him jack, I like to see a bit of blood spilt every now and then". Bloody hell ! I don't like his mates either now.</p>
<p style="text-align: justify;">What I can't understand is how this guy will see these posts anyway. Is he in his friends list?. I don't believe there is anything wrong with twitter or Facebook. It's people who use it that spoil it and its idiots like this who like to vent their spleen all over it for everyone to see that I can not stand. A bit Like the ones who post depressing "I'm so unhappy please love me" type posts or shite like that. (Usually women..lol)</p>
<p style="text-align: justify;">I haven't unfriended him because I wanna keep an eye on this guy. I was a bit pissed with Daniel when he said that. "Just knock him off?". What I expected was a short email from jack to Victoria saying something like 'sorry about my ex, ignore him you won't hear from him again I promise' and then carry on as if he didn't exist.</p>
<p style="text-align: justify;">Not...no acknowledgment to Victoria post after post pf rantings about it and "knock him off your Facebook if you don't like it"</p>
<p style="text-align: justify;">Im staying out of it but im feeling a bit pissed off if I'm honest.</p>
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<p style="text-align: justify;">So the email that was sent to my friend Victoria was from Jacks ex. She sent a copy to me and asked me to let her know what she should do,</p>
<p style="text-align: justify;">In it He said that he had actually been with Jack for a few years and only split with him because of his lies and "mind games". That he had been sleeping around behind his back and playing him off with others.</p>
<p style="text-align: justify;">It wasn't really a nasty message, in fact it was a bit pathetic to be honest. With lines like " I suppose you're wondering why I didn't just leave him at this point, but I loved him and thought I could make it work" and "I'm only doing this because I don't want someone else to get hurt like me, please be careful with him, he's not a nice person"</p>
<p style="text-align: justify;">The only bad bit was when he said that jack could be violent. But according to Daniel. The reason they split up in the first place was because this guy was supposed to have been violent towards jack.</p>
<p style="text-align: justify;">For starters, why has he contacted her and not Daniel?. Secondly, how do we know he hasn't messaged Daniel?</p>
<p style="text-align: justify;">Anyway I'm not getting involved in some stranger trying to stir it for them. I told her not to answer this message and block him. I will have a discrete word with Daniel that his boyfriends ex has contacted her and leave it at that. Don't wanna make a scene. Best to ignore people like that. Bu he should know about it.</p>
<p style="text-align: justify;">He seems a nice enough guy and they seem happy together so let them get on with it. </p>
<p style="text-align: justify;"> In other news... I laughed at an article on the web that had a picture of boxer David Haye showing his arse. Talk about people finding fault with anything. Someone wrote underneath "his elbows are too pointy" eh?</p>
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<br/><br/>Michaelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17745796890136055707noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-269747357135751360.post-60569834001281203902012-11-12T17:57:00.001+00:002012-11-12T17:57:34.025+00:00Interesting text<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: right;"><a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-Ispws3d-PC8/UJwZa5GVUXI/AAAAAAAAKW0/yXCClnDhfds/s594/aug12%252520%25252816%252529.jpg" target="_blank" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-Ispws3d-PC8/UJwZa5GVUXI/AAAAAAAAKW0/yXCClnDhfds/s433/aug12%252520%25252816%252529.jpg" id="blogsy-1352742963551.5278" class="alignright" width="433" height="508" alt=""></a></div>
<p style="text-align: justify;"> Had a weird text message from a female friend today. it came 4 hours ago but I missed it.</p>
<p style="text-align: justify;"><em>"hiya Michael. I've a bit of a delema and not sure what to do. I found an email on my Facebook last night from Jacks ex"</em> </p>
<p style="text-align: justify;">Jack is Daniels new boyfriend by the way. </p>
<p style="text-align: justify;"><em>It had been send last month but was In a different tab on my inbox so I hadn't seen it. It's not written in a nasty way, more out of concern for Daniel. Can I forward it to you to have a read? And see weather he should see it ?. I know Daniel is smitten and I don't want to burst his bubble but I also don't want him to get hurt. The weird thing is that just before I found this email I had seen a comment jack had written on a photograph to one of Daniels exes and I thought it was a really harsh thing to say considering that comment was left over a year ago when they were together. </em></p>
<p style="text-align: justify;"><em>I don't know if he has message anyone else or weather he just pullled my name off a comment I made to one of his photos or something"</em></p>
<p style="text-align: justify;"><em>I text her back to send me a copy to look at but she was at work and cant send it till later. </em></p>
<p style="text-align: justify;"><em>I'm intrigued.</em></p>
<br/><br/>Michaelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17745796890136055707noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-269747357135751360.post-32187044165743661152012-11-10T17:00:00.000+00:002012-11-10T17:00:03.171+00:00Worked out a lot this week <p style="text-align: justify;"> I have an app on my phone called sleep cycle. When I go to bed I turn it on and stick my phone on the bed under the sheets. It monitors movement and how well you slept and is supposed to wake you up in a more refreshing way. It doesn't really. Ive always hated getting up in the morning and this is no help whatsoever. But the best thing about it is the Info it gathers about your sleep and the graphs it produces.</p>
<p style="text-align: justify;">You can input sleep notes before you set it and then it will show how things effects your sleep pattern.</p>
<p style="text-align: justify;">In this graph you will see the effects of 'worked out' on my sleep. I should point out that 'worked out' is my abbreviated code words for 'wanking myself off before I go to sleep'. And this takes place practically every night. Lol.</p>
<p style="text-align: justify;">But the others are real. Interesting how alcohols works isn't it? And look how much sleep I get at he weekend after a good night out. Getting up in the afternoon has got to stop though I think. My weekends are turning into bed and booze</p>
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<br/><br/>Michaelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17745796890136055707noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-269747357135751360.post-31500313418017105832012-11-09T17:00:00.000+00:002012-11-09T17:00:03.754+00:00Moan moan moan<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: right;"><a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-M5TIQMZ9d7Y/UJwZZ0EyGQI/AAAAAAAAKW4/auggtzdFp58/s500/aug12%252520%25252822%252529.jpg" target="_blank" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-M5TIQMZ9d7Y/UJwZZ0EyGQI/AAAAAAAAKW4/auggtzdFp58/s500/aug12%252520%25252822%252529.jpg" id="blogsy-1352422681179.8882" class="alignright" alt="" width="500" height="750"></a></div>
<p style="text-align: justify;">Thank god it's Friday. I'm still living for the weekend. I might not take it so heavy as I used to but I still look forward to it. Cash flow always puts a dampener on things. It costs a bloody fortune. There was a time when I spent my entire wage at a weekend. But now i have to subtract my bills first and there's hardly enough left to buy a round of drinks let alone get blotto.</p>
<p style="text-align: justify;">I'm sick of the scene anyway. It's the same old faces and it's boring. There's the loud ones, the acid queens, the young newbies who've just come out and gone mad, the oldies who stand around saying nothing, just watching like hawks for some fresh meat to come in. The list goes on. Not everyone is like that. Most gay men are just normal. But because a lot of openly gay men can be loud and camp they overshadow everyone else in the room. I hate that 'look at me' attitude. Maybe I'm goin to the wrong places. People assume gay = camp. And all gay men will sleep with anyone or anything, we like the colour pink and our favourite music is madonna and kylie. We pluck our eyebrows and are clean and tidy. </p>
<p style="text-align: justify;">I heard a woman at work arranging a 'girls only' weekend to France. "Barry and Dave will be coming mind you" she said "but they are gay so it's ok. It'll be great because gay men are really tidy and they can keep the place clean". All the other women agreed with her. </p>
<p style="text-align: justify;">The stereotype is a bind as far as I'm concerned. </p>
<p style="text-align: justify;">God I sound like a real moaning mini in this post dont I?.</p>
<p style="text-align: justify;">Someone bet me £20 to grow a beard or moustache for movember. But I couldn't bring myself to do it. I dont mind other people with them but I'd look a tit with a tash. I prefer the smooth thing. Even though I hate shaving. Look! I'm back to moaning again.</p>
<p style="text-align: justify;">I just remembered why I started this Blog in the first place. To moan. So it's ok I suppose.</p>
When it was Halloween I had trick or treaters, after that I had penny for the guy (if you live outside the uk and have no idea what that is look up guy fawkes on Wikipedia) but it's not been so good this year.<br/><br/><p style="text-align: justify;">I don't mind when little kids are knocking on my door asking for sweets or money with mum or dad in tow. Thats funny. I remember i used to get one little girl who looked about three or four and she would piss herself laughing when I pretended to be scared at her ghost outfit. She wasnt bothered about candy or cash. She just wanted to scare people and laugh. But on both occasions this year they were teenagers (14 or 15) and they made no effort to dress up or try. They just stuck their hands out when I opened the door. If I'm honest I think i was probably being mugged but thought nothing of it because of the time of year.</p>
<p style="text-align: justify;">Ive got an iPhone 5 and bought a new holder for it to use in the car. This holder doesn't cover the camera lens at the back so I can press record and film whilst I drive along. It's a bit childish and kid like I know, but I filmed my journey when i was out at work this morning and then watched it back when I go home tonight. How pathetic is that?. I was laughing at myself for doing it. I feel like inspector gadget</p>
<p style="text-align: justify;">It was a good picture though. LOL</p>
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Right that's it for now, time to get my glad rags on. I'm out on the razz and I think I might have a promise on for later ;-)<br/><br/>Michaelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17745796890136055707noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-269747357135751360.post-44268633508296799812012-11-08T18:57:00.001+00:002012-11-08T18:57:46.781+00:00Can I still do it?<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-4Y8ZoZGapWA/UJv_Gyhf8JI/AAAAAAAAKWU/SpKLVcwuEko/s440/image_2012-11-08_18%25253A50.jpg" target="_blank" style="clear: right; float: right; "><img src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-4Y8ZoZGapWA/UJv_Gyhf8JI/AAAAAAAAKWU/SpKLVcwuEko/s440/image_2012-11-08_18%25253A50.jpg" id="blogsy-1352400866026.384" class="alignright" alt="" width="440" height="672"></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Yum</td></tr></tbody></table>
<p style="text-align: justify;">Can I still blog like I used to before I stopped?. My life is slightly different now. But let's see shall we? Besides I'm bored</p>
<p style="text-align: justify;">Daniel has a new boyfriend and I think that this time it's love. He met him on the Internet a couple of years ago and has been corresponding with him ever since. The problem was, he lived miles away. The other side of Birmingham to be precise. A two hour journey in a car or a long train ride if he has the cash. But now they have got to know each other a bit more they have been taking it in turns visiting each other. He comes up to Daniels one weekend, then Daniel goes down to his a couple of weeks later to stay with him. They set off on a Friday night after work and come back Sunday evening.</p>
<p style="text-align: justify;">I'm glad he's happy and I don't wanna sound jealous or a kill joy. But he's fucked up my nights out. He's always busy now and he's even suggested that this Christmas he's gonna go down to see his boyfriend when work finishes Xmas eve and not come back until the new year. Worse still he's fucked up facebook for me as well. There are never ending posts to each other talking bollocks. Posting stupid pictures and cooing like a couple of love birds. Im considering unfriending him just to get away from it all.</p>
<p style="text-align: justify;">I have a second facebook profile mind you and I'm keeping that to my gay mates and strangers :-). Facebook is shite nowadays anyway. Bored with it. Once my mum went on, it was all over. How can you refuse to be your mothers friend?. But then you've gotta remember that she sees everything you post or tag!. And my mums friends are even pestering me now. Do I really wanna be friends with aunty Sheila ? Her profile picture is of a cat cuddling a puppy. Urge!.</p>
<p style="text-align: justify;">I am working with someone who says 'no probleemoooow' whenever I ask him to do something. 'No problem' would suffice, or even 'ok' would do, but no, it's go to be a long drawn out noooooooopropleemoooo. I asked him today why he did it. But he just looked at me as if I had asked him to jump over the moon. He obviously doesn't realise he says it so often.</p>
<p style="text-align: justify;">I considered mentioning the fact that he picks his nose constantly as well, but if i got started I'd be pointing out his faults all afternoon. Thats the problem with work. Youre thrown together with a bunch of people you wouldnt normally wanna know.</p>
<p style="text-align: justify;">I swear that I was once talking to my old boss and he stuck his hand down the back of his trousers. Where he had his fingers I will never know but he was having a good rummage around. When we walked away I saw him sniff his hand!!!!.</p>
<p style="text-align: justify;">Urgh, change the subject quick i think I'm gonna be sick.</p>Michaelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17745796890136055707noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-269747357135751360.post-37119633059339997142012-07-16T23:53:00.001+01:002012-07-16T23:53:42.060+01:00Time on my hands<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: right;"><a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-bsHbRSV0i6Y/TJJnBxqN4PI/AAAAAAAAOhg/kgaXpjHK0As/s850/tumbgg.jpg" target="_blank" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-bsHbRSV0i6Y/TJJnBxqN4PI/AAAAAAAAOhg/kgaXpjHK0As/s500/tumbgg.jpg" id="blogsy-1342479148400.9473" class="alignright" alt="" width="500" height="753"></a></div><p style="text-align: justify;">What a surprise a blog post. The first one for 2012. God is it really that long ago?. Well I've got an iPad and thought I would play.</p><p style="text-align: justify;">So here's a short update on my life since I last wrote something on here..... nothing... Nothing at all...</p><p style="text-align: justify;">There has been absolutely no fucking change in my life whatsoever!!!!!!. </p><p style="text-align: justify;">Still got a shitty job, still single, still skint and still bored with my life. But hey that reality isn't it ?. In the real world bugger all happens. I'm slowing down a bit on my going out though. I've gotten a bit bored with the gay scene. I'm told it happens to us all. The next step is to move onto gaydar a bit more when bored, then you wander around toilets for a cheap thrill, before eventually giving up completely and sticking to porn and the right hand.</p><p style="text-align: justify;">Not bloody likely. I'm not going that way of the gay world if I can help it. Although I have been on gaydar a bit more often recently. So I suppose that's a bit of a worry. It's to easy, simple. And far to convenient. I dont do Grindr. </p><p style="text-align: justify;">Daniel (remember him?) was shagging a student from Manchester up to about a month ago when they split up after the guy rang one night and said he couldn't be bothered traveling all the way over to see him any more. He said that Daniel is welcome to is it him, but it was getting to be a pain going the other way. Nice guy.<br></p><p style="text-align: justify;">My mother is getting a bit batty. She left her car in a car park the other day to go shopping and when she got back it had gone. We rang the police and informed the insurance company before finding out that she had parked the bloody thing on a different level. It hadn't moved a inch from the space she left it in. She just forgot where she had parked it</p><p style="text-align: justify;">I was In Halifax on saturday afternoon and where was a tramp sleeping on the floor outside a pub. A guy walked up to him and poured a drink over his head before running off laughing with his mates. Twat!. For the rest of the night I couldn't get this guys actions out of my head. The more I thought about it the more annoyed it makes me feel. Even now it winds me up thinking about it. How can someone do something like that?. The poor guy woke up not knowing where he was or what had happened to him. He was just piss wet through. I dream of punching the bastards lights out. </p><p style="text-align: justify;"> Anyway. I'm not sure I'm back blogging, but I'll try again later in the week. For now, here's a picture ;-)</p>Michaelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17745796890136055707noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-269747357135751360.post-48343199619865387882011-12-28T01:11:00.000+00:002011-12-28T01:11:44.007+00:00Christmas Past<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tyVMgNujN0U/Ts2RrUqJaAI/AAAAAAAAKVA/PV14FrfylPs/s1600/sweat.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640px" rea="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tyVMgNujN0U/Ts2RrUqJaAI/AAAAAAAAKVA/PV14FrfylPs/s640/sweat.jpg" width="480px" /></a><br />
<div style="text-align: justify;">Home from my mums for the night tonight then back to Mancs again tomorrow.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Need to check the burglars haven't been round and get a break for myself. I'm getting too attached to being on my own. Any more than a couple of days trapped with lots of people and i get the urge to run away. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Had a shit Christmas, Not like <a href="http://mambam.blogspot.com/2010_12_01_archive.html">Last year</a>. Well no that's not true, I visited lots of relatives and had a nice time. But someone was missing. I just couldn't get excited about it all. It just wasn't the same.</div></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><div style="text-align: justify;">One of my Aunties did her best on Christmas day and got us all together for a chin wag and drink. And it was nice to see everyone together again. But in the end it was like having sex without the orgasm. ( what a strange analogy !) I just couldn't enjoy it.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><div style="text-align: justify;">Got talking to one of my uncles about our trip to the US Last Christmas. He said he would like to go to America, it's a place he's always wanted to visit, but he has a criminal record. I was astonished because he's not that sort of bloke, so i asked him to tell me more. Apparently <u>25 YEARS AGO!</u> He worked in a shop, the manager took £10 out of the till and they all had lunch on it. </div></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><div style="text-align: justify;">He was 17 and owned up immediately when confronted by the police about missing money from the till. The owner noticed cash going missing. Even though this was his first (and only) run in with the police and he knew nothing of any previous missing cash he was arrested and given a fine and discharge.</div></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><div style="text-align: justify;">Stupid thing to do. But how the fuck would Any US Border agency know about something he did in 1986?.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Telly has been crap again this year as well. All the big films were cartoons of the Toy Story ilk. The odd one now and then is good but we've now got a glut of them and i'm bored with it. Then (because this is the UK) we have the obligatory programs about shit. The top 100 shittest things of the year. The top 50 most annoying celebrities of the year. The greatest cock ups of the year etc etc. God forbid we ever have a program about the best things and people of 2011. There must have been something good happened surely ?.</div><br />
Anyway now that Christmas is more or less over for another year i'm planning for New Years Eve. ;-)<br />
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Hope you all had a good one and a Happy New Year to anyone reading this.</div>Michaelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17745796890136055707noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-269747357135751360.post-78465201661795270832011-12-20T22:29:00.000+00:002011-12-20T22:29:55.684+00:00Christmas plans<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DIEFRwlymqE/Ts2P2wEG7fI/AAAAAAAAKUg/4884jLvB_2I/s1600/david-gandy-mariano-vivanco+%25280%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400px" oda="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DIEFRwlymqE/Ts2P2wEG7fI/AAAAAAAAKUg/4884jLvB_2I/s400/david-gandy-mariano-vivanco+%25280%2529.jpg" width="297px" /></a>Bit of a weird week this week. I'm Christmas shopping at every opportunity so hardly any time to post anything on here. As usual i've left it all to the last minute and i've no idea what to buy anyone. To make things worse there has been some discussion at work about certain people handing around presents & cards. For fuck sake, i've not bought anyone anything at work and i've not even considered getting them a card. They are just people i work with not my mates. Don't buy me anything and i wont waste my money on you either. </div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;">I've decided to get a box of cheap cards and stick them in my bag. If anyone gives me anything i'll write a card for them in the bog and hand it over afterwards.</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Had a good night out Saturday. But it was packed everywhere. This means hours waiting to be served at the bar. Trying to catch a barman's eye whilst making sure no-one else pushes in is a bit of an art. It's like trying to get a stripper to whip his bollocks out. everyone seems to be waving ten pound notes in a come hither style. On the plus side you do get to rub your groin against the backside of anyone in front you may fancy, But the novelty wears off after a bit because they are so engrossed in catching some services as well that you're not even on the radar. I was behind a guy who had he tightest trousers i've ever seen. Not only did they cling to his butt cheeks, they seemed to disappear into his crack as well. He must have been wearing them since he was 10 years old and just grew into em, Because there is no way they were his size.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Daniel brought this guy home with him who looked really tidy. Then he took his shoes off and it sort killed the whole atmosphere. In fact i think it killed off some of the plants in the room as well. Bloody hell he needed more than oder eaters. He needed dipping in bleach and scrubbing with a wire brush. The look on Daniels face was a picture. I just sniggered and said goodnight. I left them to it. Whatever 'it' should be.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">At lunch time today i saw a guy who only had one eye. As i looked at him he looked back at me so i thought it best to acknowledge him with a friendly "Hi!". Unfortunately it didn't come out like that and i just seemed to say "Eye!" </div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;">I walked away feeling my face starting to burn. where the bloody hell that came from i don't know.</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;">I'm going to my mothers for Christmas, i thought it best to be with her as much as possible through Xmas to New Year. It'll be the first year without my dad so she's bound to feel it. But it seems like every other family member and friend has invited her to theirs for the next couple of weeks and she's accepted practically every ones invitation. I'm going over to keep her company and she's gonna be out most of the time!. There is no way i'm gonna have a boring day with some of that lot. Memories of my youth watching the New Year in on telly before everyone says goodnight and goes to bed at i minute after midnight come flooding back.</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;">One of the women at work who was out on an errand rang the office yesterday to say she would be late back because she was trapped on a bus. During her journey the driver of the bus had had some sort of altercation with a car driver. It was something or nothing and when it was finished she thought nothing of it. But when the bus reached the Bus station and the driver got out of his cab, the same car appeared from nowhere and ran him over. Police and ambulance were on the scene and no-one was allowed off the bus because they were witnesses to the whole incident.</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;">We bought our local paper tonight to read more about it. But there was no more than three lines about it in a corner of page 4 and that was that. It just said someone had been knocked over.</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;">Local newspapers are shit for news sometimes. It's common knowledge that anything big happening locally won't appear for at least three days.</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"><br />
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