Us Lot

This morning I woke to the news that Osama Bin Laden is dead. (Which should help my mum because she keeps getting him mixed up with President Obama).

He was living in a big posh house in Pakistan somewhere. What a surprise. The news was announced in a speech live on TV by the President. and i saw a bit of it. When he speaks he always sounds like he's fronting a business meeting. I don't expect him to throw in a couple of jokes or laugh out loud but he never seems to show any emotion when he's talking. Hardly Triumphant stuff.

But there was no such thing coming from the rest of America, There was dancing in the streets with mobs chanting USA! USA !, as they do. But it just makes me feel even less safe now. Those buggers will be all out for retaliation just you watch.
Some of the news coverage was a bit weird "Breaking News- Osama Bin Laden was shot in the left eye".
But my personal favourite was a tweet from singer Lilly Allen. "I know that Osama Bin Laden is dead, but if we could all stop for a minute to consider todays REAL news I'd very much appreciate it....It's my Birthday, i'm 26"

I hope my holiday is nowhere near that region anyway.  Scary times.

We will know more about our holiday tomorrow  because i've been told to ring my Aunt in the afternoon and she will come up with a couple of suggestions for us. Daniel told me to say yes to anywhere. He dosn't care where it is and will leave it up to me. Which means if it turns out to be crap it's my fault.

I went to Daniels again from a bit and they had some family around. I got chatting to an old bloke who turned out to be his Grandmas "man friend" and he told me he was 80 this year. He was getting more and more drunk as time went on and nearly fell off his chair twice. He blamed it on vertigo but i suspect it was the 2nd glass of wine he had drunk in 20 minutes that did it. As time went on his language got more and more fruity. It went from 'Fucking' this to 'fucking' that and eventually the odd C**t shot out. But when Daniels Gran came over he stopped. Then, when she wandered off again he would look around like a spy checking that no one was listening and start swearing again.

Suddenly he said to me "are you one of Daniels Queer Friends then ?" Daniels mum Chastised him for saying it but he apologised and said it again using the Gay word in place of Queer.

I wasn't offended, He meant nothing by it. He was only asking after all. He told me he knew a queer when he was in the army during the war. "he was a nice enough bloke really" he said.

In the end i was pissing myself laughing because he was sort of insulting me with every sentence without realising it. He thought he was being nice to me but it was all coming out wrong.

"i don't know what all the fuss is about" he said "you lot don't do anybody any harm do you?"

LOL. 

No, us lot don't do we ?.

Sun & Cloud

It's been a really nice sunny day today so I sat outside at lunchtime hoping to watch all the totty walking past.
There were some ugly fuckers walking, and then a man with his top off who was as white as a sheet came into view. He was so white that you needed sunglasses to look at him and on top of that he was so skinny I could see his ribs. Yuk. He looked like an uncooked chicken.
It's nothing like Brazil is it? They walk around in speedos (I imagine) and everyone is a lovely shade of bronze. Well at least that’s how it goes in my dreams anyway.

But suddenly a bit of sun makes England look lovely. If you live in the city it’s probably not the same, but there are some quite nice rural areas around here. Drive a couple of miles and you’re in the countryside. It stinks of cow shit mind you but if you hold your nose and open your eyes it can be quite nice.

The phone rang today and it was obviously you know who from Saturday night. So I did that really bad thing where you stick your head in the sand instead of confronting problems. I pretended I didn’t have my mobile with me and let it ring out. 5 times !!!
I’ll be really pissed off if you know who turns out to be as fit as fuck. I just need to do a bit of asking round to find out more about him first.

If your not flying then this volcanic ash thing just seems like an interesting news story. I'm sure it's gonna affect us all in some way but right now its mainly a problem for all the poor people involved.
What i wanna know is. When i look on the virtual radar website that shows all the aircraft flying and an outline of where the cloud is, there seems to be a dirty great cloud of planes whizzing across Europe volcano or no volcano. Yet the UK shows about three or four, and they are foreign planes passing over ?.

Not a very sexy post today, but you can't always write about porn and shagging can you ? LOL.

Suckered in

A guy knocked on the door tonight with a clipboard in his hand. He had a name tag on the jacket lapel of his suit and called me sir. He then proceeded to bid me a good day and mentioned how cold it was at the moment.
This is the worst possible scenario for someone walking up my drive. It stinks of salesman trying to flog me something and before he even opened his mouth i must have given him the look of someone about to stab him with a knife. If it weren't for the fact that he was actually quite good looking i probably wouldn't have opened the door (damn he got my weak spot).
In fact he was supposedly offering government grants to households in the area for cavity wall and loft insulation. I still didn't trust him and wouldn't let him past he door but i did consider it.
Even when i'm confronted with something i consider to be my mortal enemy (pushy salesmen) i'm still a sucker for a pretty face. I told him to come back tomorrow night.
(i'll make sure I've put clean bed sheets on my then ;-)).

Sometimes, when there is bugger all going on in your life it's difficult to blog. I can sit at the keyboard and stare for a while thinking to myself, what happened today ?.

I still have the time to blog and still wanna post something, but bloggers block hits and you don't know what to type.

Then it occurred to me that something is missing here. I started this blog as an online diary. Not specifically for you the reader (let's face it you don't know me anyway) more for me.

The difference between an old fashioned pen and paper diary and an electronic one, is that you don't just have to write things. I can (and have) posted pictures and video & music in the past. But it hasn't always related much to the online diary theme has it ?. Let's face it pictures of eye candy are just that, eye candy, and bear no relevance to the text on what's happening in my life at the time. I suppose i could say that i've definitely knocked one out to these pics so it does have a bit of a diary reference doesn't it ? Yes i hear you say, so they can stay.

On the other hand if i post music it's something i am definitely listening to now, or reminds me of an event i've attended or night out. so that can stay as well.

The next thing to look at is video. I think i need to avoid bog standard U-tube, and post more things i've uploaded myself of anything from stuff I'm watching on TV or personally recorded to the area i live in or stuff i see.

Expect a few changes, more additions than subtractions, but blogs get boring if they don't progress i find. For the blogger more than the reader.

This video clip just shows the pervert in me. I only watch this show because it has a tendency to show nudity from time to time and filthy perverted sex on a regular basis.

It's a man thing i suppose and something i've done for years, i've watched whole 2 hour boring foreign films on the hint that there will be to naked men having sex somewhere in it. Now how pathetic is that ?

Confessions

No time to blog today but i would like to leave you with my Tip of the week.

Never confess to killing someone on prime time TV. You'll get into trouble.

Bi Straight or Gay ?

Britain's Tom Daley won a gold medal for diving yesterday. A fit young man in speedos on the telly so he must have that obligatory question about his sexuality. It doesn't seem to happen to ugly celebrities or women, but good looking boyband members, film & sport stars always have rumours flying around about them.

I remember about a year ago seeing a Question on Yahoo answers that asked - Is Tom Daley Gay, Bi Or Straight ?.

The answers posted ranged from 'definitely straight' to 'only he and his sexual partners can answer that one' through to 'who cares'. But as he was only 14 at the time i was surprised no-one actually said 'maybe even he doesn't know yet'.

I know other gay men who say they knew they were gay practically from the moment they were born. Personally it didn't work that way for me. Maybe i was a bit backward or something but even though i knew i was different i still hadn't really come to terms with it at 16. I even had girlfriends, and not just for show either. I liked them, just not the same way as i liked boys.

Then i thought i might be Bi and if i am honest it was a worse feeling than being gay. If you are Bi you don't really fit in anywhere do you? straight people think you are gay. Gay people think you are really gay but edging your bets and trying to pretend you are straight. There are no Bi Clubs and Websites (not free ones anyway, i know i remember looking once) where you can meet other bi people. And you can offend both women as well as men if you mention it to anyone.

Thankfully i realised that i didn't like women. Not personally, i mean sexually. I could do it but i didn't want to because i felt absolutely nothing. In some cases it was like doing it with a sister. Not only was it not sexy, but it just felt wrong. And the thing that knocked it home for me was when i fell in love with a guy (more of a crush really he didn't reciprocate). The fact that i could have that sort of feelings for someone of my own sex yet never ever have even the inkling of the same towards the opposite showed me that maybe manlove is the road i should be walking down.

When i was trying to explain all this to my parents as i came out i didn't actually go into all this detail obviously. I just kept saying the word Gay. It's a wonderful word gay don't you think ?. It explains who you are in a sort of none sexual way. Poof suggests camp, Queer is the same. Arse Bandit is too graphic and rams home the sexual side of it (excuse pun). And Homosexual has the word Sex in it. Parents don't want to hear the word SEX when discussing their children, any more than their kids wouldn't want it used when discussing their parents lives. Because as we all know our parents never have sex or orgasms. At least my parents don't. My brain won't compute the idea, They just don't, end of.

My school bully was probably the first person in the world to realise my sexuality long before even i did, with these wonderful words of wisdom he shouted out in class as i was talking to Nicola Taylor

"your wasting your time love, he prefers cock"

All these years later i can honestly say, spot on Stuart Higson. how did you know, Gaydar ?.