Dust off those bollocks

I’m supposed to be staying in tonight so I can be up early tomorrow to clear out a garage for someone. But balls to that one, I’m on the razz. I know I’ll regret it in the morning but sometimes you just have to go with the flow.

I’ve been asked to meet someone for a drink. Does that constitute a date? I’m not sure really. It wasn’t arranged as a date. We just said we’d meet for a couple. But there will only be two of us and we’ve never met for a drink before on our own.

All I know is that after i post this I’m having a bath and will don my best underwear, just in case. ;-)

I went to see my dad last night. He gets tired very quickly but doesn’t want you to go because he’s bored and craves company that he feels comfortable with. When friends or family call he seems to want to put a face on and pretend he’s ok. But the second they leave he’s complaining that he’s tired and wished they had gone an hour ago. With mum and I it’s different, he’ll just fall asleep mid conversation or tell us to shut up for a bit whilst he has a kip.

He took off his shirt so I could look at his scar and he looked like a bag of bones. The operation has ruined his pallet. Everything tastes funny or of nothing at all. So he’s not interested in food and only sees it as fuel

Sometimes he’ll crave a meal, but by the time my mum has made it he’s gone off the idea and a few mouths full in he’ll complain that it doesn’t taste anything like it should do.

We watched a bit of the Eurovision song contest semi-finals together but he hated everything and everyone on it. The UK entry 'Blue' were winding him up the most. He hates the fact that they come across as “Cocky” and were waving and acting up to the camera all the time.

He’s turning into a miserable moaner and even thought It’s understandable there are times when you just wanna slap him.

God knows how my mum copes with him 24 hours a day.

Anways, short post over, time to doll myself up for tonight. Shave, teeth, bath, shower. A little light dusting of talc to the bollocks and bum (not too much, don't want a puff of smoke when i'm de-robing, as has happened in the past) Deodorise, filck my hair into some sort of creation, glad rags on, take them all back off again because i'm not happy with the look, glad rags on and off again for the next 30 minutes before saying "fuck it, no ones looking anyway". Fight my way through a sea of cloths now cluttering the bedroom floor that i intend folding & putting away in the morning.

Cash, Cards, condoms, condiments, and outta the door like a rabbit up a drainpipe.

See ya the other side  ;-).

weak end

I won't be telling you all about last nights exploits. You'd only disapprove. And i think my ever embarrassing Tweets tell the story, Imagine what it was like to be there !! LOL.
I was doing it on purpose because Daniel took the piss out of me for being a hypocrite. I've slagged off twitter in the past and he found the App on my phone. My drunkenness took control again. Queue tut tut comments. Ha! 

Needless to say, i'm a live and well and had a very good time.

I met a guy who can speak three languages. German, french and Italian. It's not his job, but he does teach people as a sideline for extra cash (he actually works at Asda at the moment, LOL). I've always wanted to be able to speak another language properly. But when he told me how much he charges i decided to give it a miss and stick to pointing at things and shouting louder when i meet foreigners.

Mind you, when he spoke English he was quite Camp. It made me wonder. If an American taught you how to speak English you'd have an American Accent. If you were taught by an Englishman you'd have an English accent. What if you were taught by a really camp gay man ?. Would you have a camp accent too? Imagine being the secretary of state for Italy and greeting the English prime minister sounding like Alan Carr "hello Girlfriend, you go girl !!"

I don't know if i mentioned that Daniel has split from the guy in Huddersfield. Not a surprise really but the big surprise is that in an unusual move for him, he stayed friends with him. So when he appeared later in the evening we had a drink with him and a laugh before he buggered off with a stranger that Daniel suggested he would be fucking later on.

Why can't i split without falling out with people?. It gets to the point where everywhere you go there is an Ex.

And then you start moving to another pub because either he is watching you or you are watching him.

Mind you i've also had that really horrible moment where you think 'he's nice, but he looks familiar to me' Then the realisation that you went out with him for about three weeks two years ago sets in.

Do you wanna be in my Gang ?

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7th january 2011 (18.47)

Kinkynik

"You have a good weekend too, you deserve it.

Don't get too trashed, maintain your dignity."....FAIL!!.

Saturday night was interesting. I met a guy in a bar and like a complete idiot i accepted an offer to go back to his place within 20 minutes (very sexy man). He actually lived not that far away from my parents which is a bit of a distance from the city centre but no need to worry because he was getting a lift from the designated driver, his other friend standing at the bar next to him. When you're drunk all thought of safety goes out of the window. He seemed ok to me, nothing like i imagine a mass murderer to look or talk so what the hell.

When we got in the car, so did  another guy as well. God knows where he came from.Now i'm pissed as a fart, sat in a car with three strange men and going back to their house in Oldham at three in the morning.

As i say, they seemed ok. There was no suggestion that they might rob me, or gang rape me, or strip me and dump me by the side of the road for a laugh.

We got back to a small house 15 minute walk away from home. A terraced building on a dodgy street. I expected the others to drop us off and then carry on to their own destination, but no, they came inside as well !.

One put a pizza in the oven, another put the kettle on and mine fucked off upstairs. I didn't know whether to join him, do a runner or ask for milk, two sugars.

When he came back downstairs the two others disappeared upstairs with the whole pizza (greedy bastards) and i never saw them again. (i heard them thought ;-))

We then spent a pleasant hour or so together in front of the fire before i fucked off and walked home, staggering through Oldham at 5 in the morning and it was fucking freezing.

Its only in the cold light of day when i'm telling this story to Daniel that i'm reminded how stupid it was.

Imagine that. i could have been forced into three way sex by these strange men, using me like a sex slave before discarding me when they had had their wicked way with me.

I know i shouldn't be making lite of the matter but you can't help but feel a bit horny at the thought can you ?

I wonder how many of you reading this post will be having a wank to the idea later on tonight ? LOL

Molested by the opposite sex

At weekends there are certain places around Manchester that have loads of middle age women out on the pull. They are either divorced or on a night out with the girls away from their husbands and what starts as a flirt usually ends in getting banged for a lot of these milfs (LOL).

But they all go for younger men (although they usually end up with blokes their own age). I know this because from time to time Daniel and i have had the come on from this crowd. It's starts as a joke, but you can tell they want more than just a laugh.

Saying you are gay stops nothing. In fact it attracts them even more.

This weekend i was sexually molested by a woman who is old enough to be my Mum. She must have been 50!. And after much flirting eventually went for the full grope of my cock in the middle of the pub in full view of everyone.

I say grope it was more of a rubb up and down. She got the down stroke but i managed to pull away for the upstroke.

Trying to make a joke of it and point out that i was gay i suggested that i would probably be more interested in shagging her husband than her.

But she then suggested i come back and have a threesome.

Now i know this all sounds like something from a film. And i am fully aware that if i had said 'Ok then, your on' she would have probably backed down.

But it does show to the extent that these women go mad when they are unleashed from their married shackles.

But there is nothing so sad as seeing a women in her 50s trying to act like a sexy teenager. She and her mates were trying to dance like strippers and it looked awful.

At the end of the night she left with a guy who looked like he tattooed people for a living.

And thinking about it, i probably would have been interested in a threesome with them because she was so pissed that by the time we got back to her place she would probably have collapsed into unconsciousness leaving me and him to have some proper fuck fun.

Daniel told me more about his fall out with the Boyfriend.

Before they were together the guy used to meet guys off the net, go to saunas and generally have cock around for one off sex sessions. Since he and Daniel got together all that stopped but now he wants to maybe still have the odd fling (with his consent).

In all honesty i think he's more pissed off that the guy should be interested in the first place. (doesn't seem to be questioning his sexual health i notice).
He has even suggested that Daniel does the same or even join in with him. LOL. After all that he and i have done in the past it's amusing that he's so outraged by the suggestion.
If i know Daniel, the guy just needs to show him a picture of someone he fancies and there is a chance he might give it a go.
Dirty Boy !

Out and about

Nice tan, a little bit of cash left over from my holidays, In the mood for a good night out.....

Watch out Manchester here i come.

Daniel will be coming too. He's had another fall out with his other half. I knew that spending a Christmas with him would show up some cracks. Apparently the guy wants a more 'open' relationship.

It's funny but i thought Daniel would be happy with that, but it seems reality and fantasy don't fit.

His idea of an open relationship must have meant that Daniel goes out and shags around whilst his boyfriend stops at home. Not Daniel stopping at home whilst his boyfriend goes out shagging around.

There is more to it than that but i'm sure i'll get the full story later.

I can't really say anything because i hope to be sleeping around a bit myself tonight ;-)

Have a good weekend everyone. I know i intend to.

Weak End

Didn't have time to blog last night. Went over to my mum and dads.

Never refuse free food, that's my motto.

Today has been a nightmare at work. One of those really stressful days where everything goes wrong. I won't bore you with the details although  i will say i can handle any problem as long as it's made by me. But if i'm taking the rap for someone else i get really pissed off. A work Colleague is away for Eid and i'm stepping into his shoes. He's cocked up something that is making problems for customers and staff alike. But as he's not here to explain his mistake, i have to field the questions for him. When he gets back i'm gonna rip his bollocks off.

Over the weekend i had a night out in Manchester. Sober !.

I'm not sure i enjoyed it. Not that i was dying for a drink or anything. It just lost it's shine by about midnight that's all. Being sober around people who are pissed isn't much fun. Things that they think are funny, you don't. They get louder and louder and eventually start to irritate.

If you are gonna have a night out with people who are gonna get pissed, you must be blotto yourself. It's like being excluded from a joke or not joining in at a party.

I met a guy early on that seemed quite nice. But within an hour he turned into an arsehole.

I'm sure that someone will leave a comment that suggests i'm like that myself when i've had a few (naturgesetz ? Lol). However i would also like to say a night out on the pop is just artificial and a  bit of fun. I don't expect people to be like that during the day. I think i was the boring party pooper really.

I wanted to come home early. I might as well have taken my car for what it was worth. I could have picked up plenty of drunks, taken them home and had my wicked way with them. But i was sober, and they didn't look sexy being sick in a gutter or shouting at the top of their voice in the middle of the road.

Next time it think we need to avoid the piss pubs and go for something a little more sophisticated. Drink, meal, show. LOL.

I'm sounding like an old fart and i've only been doing it a week.

I climbed into bed, had a quick wank and fell asleep. What a great Saturday night that was.

Wind up my wings

Bloody hell it was windy last night.

I had to go outside and drag my dustbin and recycling boxes into the garage for the night. This morning the garden looked like someone had broken in and obliterated it.

I read somewhere on the Internet that the worst time to go to Disneyland is Christmas/New Year.

It's the peak period and packed full of people. Oh Great!.

Tonight i'm gonna try Manchester Sober. That'll be interesting won't it ?> I should imagine i'll be back home by 10.30.

Have a good weekend everyone.;-)

In the mood

It's Halloween this weekend so must remember to turn the lights out and not answer the door on Sunday night. Kids trick or treat a lot around here apparently LOL.

On Saturday night the clocks go back. I don't know if they do that anywhere else in the world but over here in the UK the clocks go back one hour for the winter and and hour forward for the summer.

It's something to do with daylight saving time. All i know is that next week it'll be dark before i get home from work, which is fucking horrible.

On the plus side i get an extra hour in bed on Sunday because 1pm will actually be 12 noon when i eventually adjust my ticker. Huuuuuraaah!!! 

I'm going out tonight, Daniel is in tow and we are going to have a little drinkies. If you are in Mancs tonight and see us, come say hello. :-)

Especially if you look like the below picture.....MMMmmmmmmmmmmmmm My tong, your belly button, and we can take it from there.

Weeeeeekkeeend

Yes folks it's that time once again. It's a Saturday and that means Beer Sex & Fun.
God bless the weeeeeeeekkkkkeeeend.
I'm gonna paint the town red and party in my pants.
Have a good one people, hope you get what your looking for tonight ;-)))))

Shagtastic weekend

Well what a great weekend it's been.
Not a great start on Saturday though. I met the hairdresser's, his name was Simon, i got it wrong. And he seemed a bit camp (sorry if your reading this and are camp yourself) it doesn't really do it for me, but we did arrange to meet up later. He was gonna be with a couple of his mates, i was gonna be with Daniel.

When we did meet later on we were both a bit pissed, this made him even more camp and flamboyant and me even less interested in him. I think we both sort of realised it and that nothing was gonna happen so he disappeared off one way and i went the other. We then had an awkward 15 minutes at each end of the pub, him with his entourage, me with Daniel.
In the end we decided to bugger off and we all waved to each other as we left, which was nice. I suspect i wasn't what he was looking for either. We did have a good laugh at their hair though. They looked fucking ridiculous.

Later on was different a bit of luck. This time i got talking to someone really really nice. I don't know how we did strike up a conversation but you just do when your drunk don't you?. I get really talkative and happy when i've had a drink. I'm more sociable and i think it makes me a nicer person.
Anyway his name was Jason, or Jay to his friends. I won't bore you with the rest of the night. But he lived within taxi distance of the city center and i left Daniel talking to some of our mates and disappeared off with him.

His body was a bit hairy, and looked better with cloths on than off. But you can;t have everything can you ?. It's interesting that when i have been with someone special we have lots of sex with the lights off. But all one night stand sex tends to be with the light on. You wanna see them and they wanna see you. It's a bit like porn, it's a visual thing.

On the downside, he smoked and his home smelled like an ashtray. When i got home later on Sunday morning ;-))) all my cloths stunk of smoke. I had forgotten what it was like before the smoking ban came in. Your cloths stink even if you don't smoke yourself.

I won't be seeing him again. Not just because i don't want to, also because i think he's one of those guys who just shag and move on to the next one.

I know this because his bedroom had a huge box of condoms, a lube dispenser and a box of toys. His mobile kept ringing and Gaydar was his screensaver on the computer in the corner of the bedroom. This fella is a professional shagger.

He gave me his number and asked me to call him, but it was said in a sort of "if you fancy another shag" type of way, rather than, "if you fancy meeting up for a drink and a chat".

It's funny because i have written in the past on this blog about not wanting a relationship and perhaps quite like the idea of someone who, like me, is happy to meet for just a shag with no strings.

Then when it happens i feel put out by it. Why doesn't he want a relationship with me ?. He's only interested in sex, not me, he could be shagging anything.

LOL.

I'm a two faced self centered twat aren't i ?.

Hairy Men

Another weekend and another boring Friday night in.

I've actually been to the pub after work and feel a bit pissed to be honest so it's not a complete waste. After I've eaten i can see myself collapsing into bed early thought cos i feel knackered.

Going for a drink after work is not something i would normally do, but it seemed a nice day and someone suggested it so 4 of us went for a "quick one", that turned into a 3 hour session.
In fact if it wasn't for one of the women saying she had to go home to put her kids to bed we could have been there all night.
Well i could have anyway.

I rang that fella from last Weekend whilst i was in the pub. How bad is that ?. I ignored his calls all bloody week and then three drinks down my gob and I'm calling him to find out if he's worth a shag.
He sent me a picture of himself on his mobile and i sent him one back. He's a bloody hairdresser for fuck sake !!!. I'm not keen on that idea. Not that i have anything against hairdressers, except perhaps the fact that most i have met are as camp as tits (luckily he wasn't) and two, they always, i repeat, ALWAYS ! have the worst fucking haircuts known to man.
I don't know if they tend to spend most of the day experimenting with each others hair or something, but most of the time they look like something from Star Trek with some sort of concoction that looks really out of place outside of a Sci Fi movie.
In the photo this guy sent looked a bit like something from the 60`s so not as bad as i initially imagined. I'll wait and see what he is really like tomorrow. If he is a proper hairdresser he could have a new style by then. Daniel is coming with me and we're gonna meet him in a sober state at the Trafford center.

I saw a car plastered in England flags this morning. As there is a general election on i assumed it was something to do with the BNP (if you live outside the UK you won't understand that last sentence)

Anyways, it turns out to be St Georges day today. If i'm honest, and i'm showing my ignorance and lack of education here, i have no fucking idea who this St George bloke is. And as we don't get a public holiday for him i'm not really interested in finding out either.

I'm sure all you intellects will be horrified to read that last bit.

Daniel has been given some weed (long story). Neither of us smoke so he wants us to make them into biscuits whilst his mum and dad are away tomorrow.

Imagine me and him baking ?. LOL.

Sorry to much info in that last post. Erase it from your memory.

Sunny weather, a bit of money in my pocket, a whole weekend, and Manchester for two days.

I'm looking forward to a happy 48 hours away.

See ya Sunday.

Have a good one everybody !

Weeeeeekkkeeennnddd !

It was a Saturday night like the old days.

The wedding was shite by the way.
I have no idea why i went really, i hate them at the best of times.

Anyways it was interesting to see all the fellas from last week sober and with their wives and girlfriends. Women really are spoilsports. It was like seeing little kids with their strict mums.
For some reason women like to belittle men to bring them into line. "stop showing off" is one fun killer and there where others. Some of the bitches could do it with a look. Sad. It's a terrible thing to say, but i either love women or hate them. Most of the ones i saw yesterday fell into the Hate catagory.

It was a Catholic Wedding as well, so it went on forever. Afterwards it was on to a reception in a working mens club that looked like something from the 80s and after the buffet we slipped out the back way and escaped to Daniels to lose the suits and get dressed into something a bit more appropriate for Manchester on Saturday night. Weather was fantastic all day so lots of loose clothing and T shirts ;-)

It's never a good idea to have a couple of drinks in the afternoon and then take a break before going out at night. You sort of sober up a bit and i felt really tired before we stepped out the door. In fact i could have quite happily gone to bed for a kip first, but there was no chance.
Three drinks later and i'm wide awake and absolutely off my bloody face. Daniel was dragging me around trying to follow a fella he had seen and thought was fit. Then he did a really embarrassing thing that i fucking hate and mercilessly ribbed him about for the rest of the night.
He walked past the guy and bumped into him and smiled in a pathetic attempt at getting his attention. which went down like a lead balloon because the guy told him to watch were he was going and swore at him. LOL

Poor Daniel was gutted.

I didn't get any (again), but someone gave me their telephone number. We were coming out of a pub and a guy pushed a piece of paper into my hand then walked off with all his mates (about 4 of them). He waved and they all laughed. When i looked at the slip of paper it just had a telephone number on it.

Trouble is, this morning with my hangover and fuzzy head, i can't quite remember what he looked like.
I woke up in bed with Daniel at his house. I was wearing nothing except for one sock. He was fully clothed and had sick on his right hand from where he had been sticking his fingers down his throat trying to get it up.

A good night was had by all...I think.

Stag Weekend with a stranger

I've had a great weekend with a bunch of strange people.

It was a stag doo for someone that Daniel knows more than i do. I was just roped into it all as transport for Daniel. The Idiot left it to the last minute before deciding he wanted to go and there was no room on the coach. So i took him and another couple of guys in my car. I couldn't drink, which was fine up to a point. But then when everyone else started to get really blotto it wasn't much fun. But part from wandering around Leeds city centre like a Shepard trying to keep everyone together and in line, as well as making sure Daniel didn't show himself up too much, It was a blast.

There were lots of activities, free grub and all bought & paid for as well.

The weather was fantastic, but we spent at least four hours in a shed full of noise and fumes racing go Karts round a track.

Then it was into Leeds to frighten all the girls with loud drunken, noisy loutish behaviour (i didn't like that bit, it's not me as you know ;-).

Anyway, I'm invited to the wedding now as well. Even though i didn't even know the bloke last Friday I'm going to his wedding next Saturday morning !. Not sure about the morning bit though. It's Saturday for fuck sake. I re-charge my batteries on Saturday mornings having a sleep in.

Actually I've just had an even worse thought. A Suite !!!.

Shit.

Preparation for sex

It's the weekend again and i always feel uplifted on a Friday night.

I've decided to go out late. Nothing seems to happen anywhere until after 10 and i know none of my mates bother hitting the town until then.
This means i can spend the next couple of hours preening myself. Bath, shave, dusting of talc round my bollocks (LOL) Plax, brush teeth, floss, scrape tongue, mouth wash, gargle. I always go a bit overboard with my dental hygiene which is a bit strange when you think that i'm out looking for a fella and when i find one i'm liable to have something in my mouth that is less than hygienic.

When i think to myself how much preparation i make for sex when getting ready to go out it make me laugh. Especially when most of the time i come home alone.
Either no one i fancy shows interest, or someone i'm not interested in does.

I've even been to family weddings and got ready and prepared 'just in case'. Why would you take a packet of condoms to a wedding reception ?.

Well maybe one day i'll get to shag the groom..Ha!

Mark and Mike will be along for the ride, which is brilliant because Mike drives !! and when he drives, he doesn't drink !!!.
It must be horrible for him thought, i can't think of anything worse than driving round a car full of drunks. I've done it myself. They think the world is a magical, fun, hilarious place. You don't get the joke.

The only up side is that your the one left stand when everyone has passed out, so you get the pick of the bunch to sexually assault when they are unconscious.
LOL

Wet my whistle at the weekend

The weekend starts here.
I'm in party mood tonight. Don't ask me why. I have no reason to feel happy, it's just one of those days. I'll be back to my normal depressed self Monday so lets make the most of it shall we ?.
I'm out on the town in a couple of hours and i'm going over to Mums on Saturday (Daniels later). So off goes the heating at my place and all the money i would save on gas and electric will be swilling down my gob the next two days.

I watched a TV program the other night about saving money through energy efficient means. They picked a family with three young boys and amongst the suggestions made the oldest boy (about 13) was told he must spend less time in the shower. Apparently he could be in there for up to half an hour !!. If the kids saved money they could get 10p each a day for their piggy bank, if he still spent half an hour in the shower they took 10p back.
Now maybe i'm making presumptions here, but when i was 13 i'm sure i would forgo any measly 10p for a wank in piece. I bet he spends more time having a shit from now on.

I don't know how we got onto the subject but there was much discussion about tattoo's in the office today. A snap survey of the room found that no one had any so couldn't really say whether they were a good thing or bad.
Personally ive never really bothered about wanting one. I've had others try pressurise me into having one but i could never see the point. It's like branding yourself with something that will look out of date in a few years time. I know a guy who had one showed me his (oo-er missus) and it was a sort of design that shouted 90's acid house smiley face rave scene. Tattoos can date you in the same way that old cloths can.

At night when your drunk, the Town Center looks like a magical Christmas tree of lights and music, happy people, sexy people, hustle, bustle, excitement.
During the day it looks like a hearse and coffin are about to drive pass at any time and a more depressing dump you would be hard pushed to find.

Party Party

As it's weekend, i hope to be out getting drunk and having sexual intercourse with sexy people. To to keep this blog going (and you interested) here's a picture instead.

Excess

I decided to go with the others for a nice quite Christmas drink after work last night.
That's why i never blogged yesterday. I wasn't capable of seeing the keys let alone type anything. I didn't drink that much in quantity, but because it was Christmas i drank different things.

I'm not the sort of person who drinks shorts. I don't really like things like whisky and rum. I like them even less now.
I broke my own drinking rule..never mix your drinks !!
I can still taste some of it now. It's not as if i had a fantastic night either, because after the first hour it all went downhill from there as i descended into a mess. First i get the blood shot eyes, then the silly grin, then my mouth stops working properly and eventually my brain goes for a walk and live the rest of my body to fend for itself.

And just to make things worse. I may have to have some 'hair of the dog' tonight. I'm not sure if this expression travels the world. I don't actually know what it means either and in a different mood i'd look it up on the web to find out where it comes from (but i can't be arsed).
Basically it means having another drink to counteract the hangover. I'm actually supposed to be going out again tonight so it will be needed. At the moment the very smell of any kind of booze could help me empty the contents of my stomach all over this computer but I'm sure I'll be OK after something to eat and a sleep. I hope.
I embarrassed myself be telling Ryan how good looking he was and mentioning to his mate that he comes across as a bit of a twat sometimes (he was a bit taken back by that). I didn't exactly strip off and dance naked on the tables but if anyone had suggested i did i'm sure i would have.

I think I'll take it easy tonight.

Cheesy Pop going round and round in my head

The Weekend Starts here

I've just noticed i've got 93 followers. Where the bloody hell did they come from ?.

That's what adding an erotic picture here and there does for you i supposed.

It's weeeeekend again and i have a few things planned. All involve going out, but on Sunday afternoon i have invited Daniel, Rachel and her sexy boyfriend over.

I am gonna cook something so i've told them to book a couple of days off work next week just in case they need it to recover from food poisoning.

Rachel said that would be fine as her arse is getting a bit fat anyway and she could do with losing a few pounds.

If Ian does decide to call i will be too busy with my house guests so that will also help me avoid him.

I'm gonna go to Mancs tomorrow. Some Xmas shopping with Daniel and his mum (how cool does that sound ?) she is driving us to the Trafford Center and we can spend a nice quiet leisurely afternoon looking in shop windows. I have no money to spend so i don't know why i'm going. Just for something to do i suppose. Imagine that, the Trafford Center on a Saturday afternoon so near to Christmas. Sound like fun eh?.

Then Daniel will come back here and stop the night Saturday.

Whether we go out round here or not is another thing. I'm trying to get him to give Huddersfield a go.

Tonight i feel knackered. So After Jonathan Ross on the Telly, it's Bath and bed. A quick off the cuff wank, throw the tissue on the bedroom floor (pick it up in the morning) and drift straight off to sleep 30 seconds after i've climaxed.

Have you ever done that ?. Isn't it a nice relaxing way to go to sleep. The second you have cum you do a quick clean up and then drift away.

Sorry, i'm getting too graphic here aren't i ?.

This blog takes minutes to do. I don't really think about what i'm gonna write before i sit at the computer. I just load a picture and start tapping. What comes out, comes out.

I must use the delete button more.

Have a good weekend everybody.

Drunken weekend (Part 365)

Recovering from a busy (and expensive) weekend.
I went over to Mancs but spent most of my time in Oldham if i'm honest. We had a great night out with Rachel and her dishy boyfriend. But Rachel had her hand all strapped up as if she had broken it. Apparently she sprained it shutting a door, which sounded highly unlikely, but when she got really pissed later on she whispered to me in confession that she had actually done it whilst wiping her arse after having a shit!. I nearly wet myself when she told me. "it just happened" she said " i must have pressed on to hard at a funny angle and it sort of clicked".
I can understand her making up a story to cover it, i can't say Ive ever heard of anyone else doing such a thing. But then again who would tell?.

Daniel got absolutely rat arsed on Saturday, worse than i have seen him in a long time. We practically had to carry him home. I was staying at his house on a camp bed in his room and he slept with the washing up bowl under his face most of the night. He wasn't sick again because he'd more or less emptied the contents of his stomach before the taxi came and when he got home.
His mother was really pissed off by it and at one point started taking it out on me.
I could hardly say anything because i was three sheets to the wind as well.
When we got to bed Daniel did that really pissed "your my best mate you are, i love you" thing. Drink is a demon, but neither Daniel nor i are the type who get loud and violent. We love the world when we are pissed and will usually shag anyone.
It wasn't a sexy weekend. We didn't cop of with anyone. I didn't find someone to replace Jack. Daniel didn't find another Howard. We just had a laugh and got paralytic.

I'm getting to old for all this. I enjoyed it, but when it's over and I'm back home i feel deflated. I know I've let off steam, but it's back to the real world again, back to reality.
Never mind, that's life i suppose.