Hi B**** just thought I’d post a little something to prove who I said I am, (and btw a discreet posting which goes without saying), no names, no links……..I’m on this platform just for fun, no drama, no arguments, no politics, no religion, just be myself!
So yep I have a Blog although I haven’t written anything in a while (covid kinda knocked me for six similar to everyone else), I wrote this for fun mind you and definitely no money was wanted or made thank goodness. It’s my guilty secret that no one knows in real life that I’m aware of!
Here any reader will find an eclectic mix of photographs taken by me, sexy true stories (written by me), many personal thoughts and opinions (too many of those lol) and a comment on life in general, anyways you said you wanted to see it lol.
Generally when someone reaches their fifties they begin to wonder about generations past, a time when they begin to research their family’s history which I did several years ago prompted by anecdotes handed down from my Grandmother.
As I said my Great Grandfather Matthew with wife Jane and two young children (more were to follow when they resituated to the UK) lived in South Africa at the turn of the nineteenth century, though we’re unsure if he travelled to fight for the British army in the 1898-1902 Boer War, or whether they were already living in SA having emigrated earlier. We’re unsure but we do know Matthew served as a military Trooper having been later awarded the Queen’s South Africa Medal pictured above, and you’ll see one bar attached to the braid reads Orange Free State however the Bethulie home Town photo reads Bethulie Orange River Colony which suggests they were already living in Bethulie, all treasured items given to me probably because I was the Grandchild who always asked to see them when I visited.
The point to my reply is Matthew served in the South African Constabulary in Bethulie a small Mission Town situated in the Orange River Colony, Bethulie has a shameful history being the site of the world’s first concentration camp used to imprison Boer women and children living in truly appalling conditions. Little is known about the black inmates of the camp but they were certainly there, A.G.H. Daller the first travelling inspector in the ORC observed the presence of black children as,
‘A peculiar feature is the presence of the families of “adopted” or “apprenticed” little coloured children – virtually slaves’, he noted. Their lives must have been hard for they received no rations, depending on their employers for food. As the black townspeople were virtually destitute, blacks in the camp could get little help from that quarter either.’
An appalling and shameful episode in Britain’s colonial past of which there are many, whether Church of England missionaries converting brown skinned girls and boys into Christian English speaking ‘subjects’, or transporting slaves to the America’s I’m afraid we have little to be proud of when talking Empire and her Colonies, the current troubles in Israel are a direct consequence of Britain’s meddling in Palestine.
So a question remains as to my Great Grandfather’s place in just one shameful colonial War, South Africa was quite literally a diamond jewel in Queen Victoria’s crown, our Matthew was a military policeman in a Concentration Camp Town fighting in a Colonial War, so as a family we’re left asking ourselves as a policeman what atrocities did he witness? He would have been aware of the camp housing 1700 prisoners but is there a darker side to my family’s history, might Matthew have visited or worked in the Camp? Questions we’ll never know the answer to and after all these years perhaps it’s best we don’t know.
Thanks for the laugh Laura, here’s my mother’s Eurasian Blue Tit nesting box and a firm favourite for UK homeowners rear gardens, you’ll find them erected in every Town and City across the land and she has a nesting pair, notice the row of upturned woodscrews I inserted to keep Pigeons Crows and Sparrowhawk’s from landing! A success and she enjoys watching them (en) during this pandemic.
A stock image of the rather cute Eurasian Blue Tit, I was going to cut and paste something from Wiki but you get the idea.
I have a talent for guessing a woman’s correct bra size also theme today’s musings as a tenuous response Posting. Humour me, I haven’t posted in a while and I love writing about women’s breasts, though note, always respectfully which goes without saying.
🙂 Just for fun!
And no I don’t consider this GIF obscene or inappropriate, what better way to demonstrate bra versus no bra than share an image both instructive and constructive, perhaps call this posting a female public service and yes with knowledge ‘lifted’ straight from the internet!
I’ve alluded to the fact my WordPress has a boob obsession theme, oh but you didn’t know I have a talent for sizing a woman’s bare breasts and correctly I might add. Straight up, I am rather good at guessing the size of bra cup she requires to support her two bundles of squeezable fun, though with one glaringly no legally important caveat! No I’m not in the habit of walking up to women I’ve never met before and telling them their correct bra size, 😀 no certainly not, a guy could get himself into serious trouble pursuing a vacuous (if not illegal) hobby like that one!
But enough to say when I’m bored or at a loose end I’ll loiter around a legally regulated adult chatroom, populated by hard working camgirls (my favourite the 18+ lady above) hustling for a living like the rest of us, and yes I’ll tip them money from my PayPal if I’m enchanted by their personality and turned on by their bodies, lovely ladies of any age and size and who knows perhaps single moms as well, yes they remove their clothes for money and the extrovert they are the more they earn. We all have to pay the electricity bills and buy food to eat so live and let live I say, I have total respect for strippers and err where was I? Oh yes I’ll both chat within their log and tip if I enjoy their company and yes I’ll guess their bra size for fun and I’m not lying when I say I’m invariably correct. In fact they’ll reply “you are correct!” whilst sporting an impressed yet slightly amused smile.
And unfortunately I do not work as a bra fitting consultant in a Victoria Secret lingerie Store but wow what an incredible job that must be! 😀 I guess I’m just a guy blessed with an unusual talent!
Okay I’m only joking.
Here’s a fascinating fact I’d never happened across before, Rigby and Perry lingerie styling specialist Josie Fellows (no idea who she is) shares her thoughts in acaptivating Elle article ‘Everything you ever need to know when thinking of going braless’, and why buying new bras should be seen as essential as visiting the dentist. Apparently 80% of bra support comes from the back-band which must be firm not tight, yes the cups need to encompass the whole bust ensuring there is neither overspill or gaping which goes without saying, but here’s a thing, only 10% of the support comes from the straps, and there’s more, the straps are not there to hold the bust up, that’s the job of the back-band.
Who’d have known? Like the saying goes, you can learn something new everyday such as 80% of bra support comes from the back-band and NOT the bra straps! Who knew?
Now for interesting facts blatantly ‘lifted’ from the internet 🙂 .
And finally from causing sagging breasts, skin irritation, and pressure lines around the body to costing a lot of money, bras might not be as harmless as they seem. Whether they’re push-ups, lace, sports or strapless bras they all come with varying levels of discomfort. Social norms also habits might make women wear bras on a daily basis, but it seems like rules can be broken for their own comfort……………………… personally as I’ve written before I think bust lingerie should be banned by law.
No sweat under the breasts anymore!
Hot days are nice until ladies start feeling that uncomfortable under-breast sweat. In this case, wearing a bra can make a situation worse — it will just rub the unpleasant moisture into her skin. Whereas going braless and letting the chest skin breathe will help moisture to simply evaporate so giving her a fresh and enjoyable feeling.
Can also help to clear up your skin
Additionally, by letting the dirt and sweat build up underneath the bra, women can run the risk of developing an infection or acne. This is extra important during hot seasons when they sweat more than usual, apparently tight bra straps drenched in sweat can also cause breakouts so isn’t it better to just remove the thing that causes them!
Going natural improves Boob shape.
Even though bras are worn to support breasts, they don’t play such a useful role in the long run. In reality, bras make the chest sag according to a study (so the web article says), and there’s more, breasts shouldn’t be denied gravity medically, psychologically, or anatomically. So, removing your bra will be beneficial for both health and beauty.
Binning the bra makes your breasts stronger
Being free from artificial support, breasts are free to develop their own muscle tissue! This means that they won’t need any other support than their own. They use the pectoral muscles to recreate this tissue and are then able to resist gravity, this way, while they work ladies can enjoy their beautiful perky shape!
Saves her a considerable amount of money
Most bras out there are expensive. Super-fashionable bras from popular brands are even more pricey apparently. So finding one that will fit her, provides nice support, and doesn’t cause any discomfort is a long and complicated task. However, going braless is absolutely free!
She’ll be freed from those pressure lines around her body
No matter how good or expensive her bra is there’s always a chance it will leave some pressure lines around the chest. Well, in this case, no bra means no suffering.
She will be comfortable all day long
Most women know the great pleasure of removing a bra after a long day, I have been told first hand btw……just sayin, so shouldn’t a lady enjoy this feeling of freedom every single day?
Removing can help to improve circulation
Bras can also limit the lymphatic circulation around her chest area. Lymph is an important fluid in the human body helping to remove bacteria, abnormal cells and other matters. Removing a bra will stimulate its flow so providing muscle tissue and helping to keep her skin firm. So wearing a bra isn’t harmful and by not wearing one might definitely be worth it.
Going braless can ‘apparently’ feel invigorating and adventurous
Going without a bra might seem err inappropriate but from another side, ‘going natural’ might be taken as an exciting beginning to new experiences (so says every guy). Removing such an important yet invisible wardrobe item could help to spice up her day (or maybe even a whole life).
When is it necessary to wear a bra?
There might be situations when wearing a bra is necessary like while doing sports, for example not wearing bust support during intense physical activity can be harmful to a woman’s breasts as it can cause tissue damage, pain, and discomfort. So a good sports bra with decent support is a must-have.
Do you wear bras often? Would you ever give up wearing them? Yeh lol like someone will answer anyways a lighted fun posting with no offense intended.
Don’t you agree my new wristwatch is an exquisitely beautiful timepiece? (Btw it’s not as big as the camera close up suggests.)
In 1961 Chairman Mao (no less) assigned the Tianjin Watch factory to make the first Chinese aviation watch (chronograph) for the Air Force of the People’s Liberation Army………… and I now own a 2021 reissue which cost rather a lot of money 😦 .
Here’s a thought, when was the last time you saw a teenage girl without a Smartphone physically attached to her hand, never?
Call this a birthday present to myself, an indulgence I feel slightly guilty about purchasing in an economic pandemic, but at my old age of 55 I’ve bought myself what I’d describe my first expensive watch, and if you didn’t know lol, adorned around my wrist is the iconic 1963 Chinese Pilots chronograph. Now gaze at the obverse watch-back draped across my wrist and you’ll see this is no battery powered quartz adornment, no not even a self winding automatic movement, this mechanical instrument is a wound spring, gear driven timepiece with many working parts and a delicate balance wheel that beats as the watches heart.
It quite literally does and quite hypnotic to err watch lol.
Hold the sea-gull movement to my ear and and the metallic beat reminds me of a ticking time bomb in a James Bond movie, that’s before 007 cuts the wires so saving mankind yet again!
My watch story begins months ago after tiring of gazing at my £7 Casio wristwatch day after day after……… One of several exact copies I’ve owned this past 25 years, black plastic cased quartz timepieces that keep impeccable time yet feel soulless cheap and manufactured (because they are), oh and seldom removed from my wrist even when I’m in bed with a woman jeeze they could tell some stories if they could. But I’ve grown bored of my Casio and ‘kind of on a whim‘ treated myself to an aviation chronograph, with its dazzling sapphire crystal the hardest glass known to man….. I love it.
Yes accurate and reliable at the moment, but we’ll see if the power spring and many moving parts keeps it that way in years to come.
No boob chat today 😦 (that’s my intention after just this second logging on!)
A serious Posting!
A new phrase has wriggled it’s way into our spoken language, yes you guessed correctly a rather clunky sounding expression of gratitude “thank you SO much” has become common usage over here in the UK.
You’ll guess by the appearance of this posting this new grammatical immigrant rather fascinates me, I say immigrant for good reason because I first noticed this newcomer several years ago coinciding with the the first influx of East European economic migrants to these shores, but no talk of Brexit here my friends. I’d suggest to my ears it’s displaced the English phrase my Grandparents would have used “thank you very much”, a not too dissimilar declaration of gratitude which in turn displaced a phrase you’ll read in a Jane Austin or Emily Bronte novel, “thank you kindly”, pause for a second, can’t you just hear Elizabeth Bennet replying “thank you kindly dear Sir” as Mr. Darcy bows delicately lifting the babe’s outstretched hand to kiss.
I bet you that got Lizzie’s pussy juices flowing!
Anyway where was I?
Now as we all are aware, and often livid about, language usage in day to day conversation metamorphises adapts as the years pass and usually teenagers are to blame with “lolz” and the “like”, a fill-in word thirteen year old girls are addicted to! I’ll listen to their conversations on the bus home and it appears to me “like” has no meaning other than a pause to allow their brains to catch up with breathless conversation. Spoken language changes where ever you reside, and I’m reliably informed we Brits do not talk ‘like’ the characters in a Shakespearian Play…….. I wouldn’t know because I’ve never read Shakespeare but I’ve lusted over Julia Styles in ’10 Things I Hate About You’ and isn’t that another ‘Taming Of The Shrew’ reboot?
So why does this one phrase “thank you SO much” with the emphasis on “SO”, fascinate to the point I’ll listen hoping the Romanian coffee lady serving in ‘Taylors’ delicatessen might (severe but lovely girl) reply after she hands me her hot beverage. Incidentally, I’m not annoyed by this recent interloper, hearing it doesn’t bother me or grate my ears, yet inexplicably “thank you SO much” has inhabited my consciousness and YES I’ve found myself using it again with my own emphasised “SO”. This affirmation of gratitude doesn’t roll off the tongue, sounding rather yes clunky in conversation and not Queen’s English and that’s why it fascinates me, and yes I think I can remember the exact place and circumstance I first noticed me using it, again with an emphasis on a rather earnestly spoken “SO”, now I’d suggest any recipient will appreciate the speaker’s gratitude is both heartfelt and not just a cliched platitude.
When you reply “thank you SO much” you really DO mean it and not just as a throw away servility!
So when and where did I first notice myself using this phrase, and why was I so SO grateful? I’ll tell you why, several years ago I suffered a fall at work and long dramatic story cut very short, I was whisked off to our wonderful John Radcliffe Hospital with what turned out was a fractured cheekbone in 4 painful places, however I was conscious and no bones had been depressed into my skull and I was going to be ok thanks for asking! After several hours waiting in a busy Casualty Department, with overworked doctors and nurses rushing here there and everywhere as warning sirens sounded, electronic equipment beeped and trolleys bearing really ill people were wheeled in from reverse parked ambulances……. I’d describe both ambiance and atmosphere as organised chaos.
Come my turn I was shown into a bare white examination room, instructed to take of my shoes and lay upon the bed….. I was a walking wounded brave little soldier, (way tooo many metaphors Andrew). Then minutes later a beautiful young woman wearing blue scrubs, tore open the curtain glided to my side beaming a confident radiant smile, AND I’d guess this angel was working a 14 hour shift! Wonderful men and women all.
Well I remember her as a cheerful chatty soul, I’d guess age 27 slim of an average womanly height with a beautiful face and short cropped blonde hair, a lovely intelligent young woman any mother would sell her soul to have a son marry such a goddess and yes I’m a sucker for a pretty face, I was smitten and SHE with her caring bedside manner did actually seem worried by my injuries probably because head injuries can change to horrifically life threatening very quickly.
For the next 10 minutes or so she gave me a full neurological examination, note with me fully clothed, I had to raise either leg on command as she pressed down upon the limbs, I had push her hands away then grip and pull hers toward me. I had to touch my nose with alternate fingers, watch as she checked my reflexes as she hit my knee with a small rubber hammer……….. yes this angel dressed in powder blue cotton uniform followed a neurological list of checks to test if I had suffered brain damage, I’ll not repeat what my work colleagues would have said.
To finish my initial examination before being shown to an overworked X-ray Department, my beautiful clinician whipped from her top pocket a slim black pencil like object, and with one click of a switch a bright light appeared on one end, with a graceful ‘lunge’ she hunched over me and began to shine her tiny torch into my eyes……………. and omg all I can remember this second is her face so close to mine as she inspected for I guess brain damage, so gifted are our betraying eyes. That close I remember her breath touching my face and yes I gulped, an involuntary emotional reaction triggered by having a beautiful young woman unnervingly close I could have kissed her on the cheek, lol I could’ve would’ve lol of but of course didn’t!
Isn’t there a name given to men who fall in love with nurses?
Oh and I forget to say this boyishly slender young woman displayed NO bust, nope there was zero boobage but for two hardly distinguishable mounds with only ‘bee stings’ for nipples visible as she moved, and hazarding a guess these tired young females, overworked in stifling hot Hospital Wards wear only a bra beneath as underclothes, and why wouldn’t they?
You see I’m emotionally incapable of recollecting a serious true tale without bringing a heroines breasts into my story.
Finally with examination completed and this young doctor no doubt relieved I wasn’t about to suffer a bleed to the brain, note I’m neither trying to be flippant or funny, damaged brain injuries can deteriorate within minutes to the point a patient requires urgent open brain surgery to save their life. With my beautiful clinician now content I wasn’t about to drift into unconsciousness, smiled and made plain her work was finished and now I was to be someone else’s patient, I bid her goodbye and yes I remember me saying a heartfelt “thank you SO much”, with an emphasis on the “SO” because I was genuinely thankful from deep within my heart, she’d never met me before but showed such care 🙂 .
And then she was gone! One of those moments in life when you realise you will never ever see a wonderful human being again, who’d have thought when I woke that morning for another humdrum day of work, that same afternoon I’d experience a beautiful young woman peering into my eyes and so close I could have kissed that soft skinned cheek.
Hospital workers are wonderful caring men and women and our NHS the gift that keeps on giving 🙂 .
So my question for today is, “could you pull this look off?”
Or then again the phrase ‘ingenuity is the mother of all invention’ comes to mind.
Pulling this look off depends on boob size I guess, if you’re an A size bra cup (possibly a AA) like Rianne Meijer above then you’ll have little to worry about, they’ll neither jiggle or bounce whilst she walks however larger endowed ladies of a certain age may struggle, and regrettably real life takes its toll, after a lady has nursed her offspring they’ll sag a little no doubt pendulously swinging from side to side, I’m not being disrespectful mind! I think it’s wonderful mothers breastfeed their babies, nurturing them with warm milk so they’ll grow healthy and cognitive with strong bones oh and a little sweet tasting as I’m reliably informed.
Yes I said sugary sweet but note I’ve never tasted………… unfortunately 😦 .
Many many months ago I commented a mummy blogger as to the taste of her breastmilk and she replied lol ‘a little sweeter than cows milk Andrew’, well you gotta ask haven’t you. Anyways before I (don’t) meander into my love of women’s breasts yet again (yawn)…….. what was I chatting about? Oh yes question for the day ‘could you pull-off a bra look made from disposable face masks’ and I’ve concluded the smaller boobed lady could but breastfeeding mothers and bustier ladies may struggle, I guess if you’re of a high round firm B cup maybe C you’ll be ok, but D’s and DD+ may be light on support but omg for us guys the results would make for spectacular viewing as they bounced their unsupported jig beneath tight fitting jersey’s.
The Dutch influencer I’m sharing above has been slammed online after fashioning a bikini from old facemasks, Rianne Meijer shocked and offended her Instagram followers (well there’s a surprise lol) by wearing a bikini fashioned from yes facemasks, and all I can add is I admire her results, disposable mask material is designed to concertina outwards covering a human animals nose mouth and chin, and looking at Rianne’s AA cup boobs her facemasks appear to cover and support beautifully………. and don’t you think azure blue is such a flattering colour on a woman and the matching knickers are a work of art! 😀
You didn’t know this but one of my more useless life skills is guessing, correctly I might add, a woman’s correct bra size, yep I’ll look at her pair of boobs and can tell you if she’s an A cup B C or DD whatever, a talent honed from my lifetime’s gazing at women’s breasts but that’s a whole other on-line posting, 😀 .
I have a social media theory I’ve touched on before. When followers reply comments like these below Rianne’s posting:
Why you waste masks like that?” One person wrote, while another simply said: “Just no.”
“What a waste of PPE,” another person commented, with another saying: “You are so great & I love your content usually. But wasting masks is not something that should be advertised.”
But come on are they actually disgusted? Are they really deeply offended? Or are they just making their voice heard and trying to provoke a reaction? I’d guess the second, they’ll comment and click the send button and being as the youth of today have the concentration timespan of a goldfish, seconds later they’ll ‘swipe’ to another Tweet or Instagram photo and dream up some other pithy humorous offended reply hoping that others like and share, it’s only the 5% of nasty bullying Trolls who are in truth angry and that’s a reflection of their personalities in real life……….. I blame the frigging media, it’s their fault these harmless ‘offended’ replies are taken seriously, for heaven’s sake why does the BBC share a selection of Tweets written by G list celebrities beneath a serious News story? I neither care for these musicians and soap actors opinions and as I said before, they’re NOT that offended anyway.
Returning to beautiful sexy Rianne, what I say is lighten up, at the least the young lady is upcycling disposable facemasks into brand new bra’s, as we know mask plastic fabric is unrecyclable ending it’s useful life discarded and thrown in City streets across the globe, or heartbreakingly it’s elastic straps entwined around a birds feet or sucked into dolphins and whales stomachs 😦 , jeeze we invent these wonderful products yet don’t think about what to do with them when used and the affect on nature is upsetting.
So for heavens sake lighten up with the criticism I say, now if every girl fills her knicker draw with bras fashioned from old facemasks then just imagine the positive affects for our environment, so I’ve a suggestion for all you ladies out there, whether A or DD cup go to your bedroom and lock the door, seat yourselves before your vanity mirror, carefully construct a bra from facemasks, strip naked topless and put on the delicate to admire the effect……… and why not start a movement and POST THE PICTURES ON YOUR INSTAGRAM!
A. Shepherdson 2021
(Remember I have the utmost respect for women who have breastfed their babies and would NEVER make fun at their expense.)
Been a while but not to worry 🙂 . Whether my seasonal Calendar agrees with me or not, this weekend feels like the first days of Spring, a low warming Sun has lifted air temperatures and I even walked the dog without wearing a coat for the first time this year………………… as an aside 20 million Brits have now been vaccinated (including moi), Covid-19 cases appear to be dropping, or maybe it’s the lovely weather but life seems ok at present…… finger’s crossed!
Oh yes returning to my theme of today’s Posting, my mother now has 4 bird Nesting Boxes in her garden and attached to side walls. I know because I constructed them from oddments of timber and erected in various positions earlier this year and joy of joys for my mother, because she loves her garden flighted visitors, Blue Tits have begun visiting one Nesting Box with hopefully a view to laying eggs and raising a family.
But first and pictured below are 3 species of birds regularly visiting British suburban gardens, or I should say 3 species that regularly take residence, the Blue Tit, Robin and Pied Wagtail.
I’m no ornithological expert but if you place these timber constructions around you garden either side of Christmas then with a little luck mother nature hopefully will provide, and as you’d imagine my mother gains great pleasure from watching and feeding her feathered friends……….. I may even buy her a pair of cheapish binoculars from Amazon, yes that seems a good idea. Anyways before I meander off topic below you’ll see photos captured this fine Sunday morning. Incidentally I don’t wish to get tooo technical but Nesting Boxes are very species specific, a Blue Tit prefers stand alone Boxes with a 25mm entrance hole (32mm for Sparrows), but not Robins or Wagtails who will only use the open front design……………….. and if you have densely foliaged bushes then just may have Blackbirds build a nest therein!
Oh and I’ve included a photo of mum’s garden feeder (resembles a Hat Stand), great for hanging bags of nut and attracting hungry birds who just might be house hunting?
Pictured above is my pride and joy, I constructed this timber design specifically favoured by Robins, a beautiful red breasted garden bird that can be so tame that they’ll feed from a person’s hand…………………… or so the wildlife books tell us………………oh and notice the position, whereas Blue Tits prefer open space boxes attached to poles, Robins prefer nesting within deep foliage. Apparently!
Picture above I placed an open fronted Nesting Box favoured by Robins or who knows the pair of Pied Wagtails that visit and feed, wildlife are fickle animals, you never know we might be lucky although March is leaving it late.
Pictured above and attached to a side wall is a second nesting box specifically for Blue Tits, might be lucky you never know.
HOWEVER every story has villain of the piece, over the past decade or so and as more open farmland’s been turned over by housebuilder’s excavating equipment, another bird species attracted by warm blooded protein has colonised suburbia as it’s own, and the results are savage and definitely not pretty. Below you see an all to common sight in British Towns the evil eyed Sparrowhawk, a small bird of prey that yes feeds on Robins, Blue Tits, Blackbirds, Thrushes, Wagtails……………… you could say Darwin’s theory of evolution and natural selection and yes a beautiful if brutal feeder. That being said I have seen one particular Sparrowhawk perched on a fence dividing gardens, a savage feeder yet striking bird of prey, you either embrace and appreciate its beauty or anger yourself over ‘what may have been’s’?
As I’ve said before the average length of an erect human penis is 131.2mm, I guess only a lady can tell you if that 0.2mm is important to her or not?
Self indulgent musings, but hey.
Women! This is how they seduce you, they smile sweetly whilst playing the giggly eighteen year old girl with their puppy eyes and pouting rosy red lips, dexterous fingers working their sensual magic curled around my penis and then charge me £70 for the pleasure of said sexy massage with a happy ending (it’s the happy ending you’re paying for), I honestly don’t think women fully understand (or utilize) the sexual power they have over men!
Blah blah blah………. before I meander down a road of self indulgent brag fest, I should like to say I ONLY ever follow female Bloggers aged 35-55 quite simply because they’ve lived a life good and bad with stories to tell, experiences to share, heartbreaking or hilarious honesty you’ll not find written by a nineteen year old nymphet, who’s biggest worry in life is finding her prince charming, that elusive soulmate they’re utterly convinced is waiting be discovered, to whisk them off their feet, fall in love, marry and give them lots of cute babies. Young female bloggers are so upbeat positive and adorable yet bland naïve and sometimes wearing, you can only read so many tales of the day her pet bunny rabbit escaped (happened) or a drought of suitable f***-buddies on Tinder before their Blog becomes well you get the idea bless them 🙂 .
You want Real Life warts and all? Then Follow a middle aged female writer for insight real life and hilarity! (Way tooo many metaphors in my postings, have some imagination Andrew!)
So how to tie the threads of a self indulgent introduction, well several week’s ago whilst reading a lady’s Blog comment thread, I noticed another woman’s reply ‘how many people are happy with their own bodies?’ And me being me I just couldn’t help myself replying ‘yeh the length of my dick’……….. I got away with that conceit because the writer in question has a naughty sense of humour, and now I’m reminded of two comments said by ladies I’ve slept with……………. “can we do it with you on top Andrew because you’re long and it hurts”, and with another “I like to ride cowgirl cause I like it deep”……hmm no accounting for women’s quirky likes or fetishes but I am rather proud of the length of my penis….just sayin lol.
And while I’m here tell me, do women’s pussy’s actually drip wet as all those erotic writers keep telling us?
But then all men are in love with their dicks, insecure worrying as to said girth and length, anxious they cannot keep the ‘old man’ hard as iron for as long as their partner wishes. Do you know sex isn’t always enjoyable for a guy when he’s fretting if the lady is enjoying herself or not. I’ve ‘slept’ a missionary position performing a rhythmically pumping stroke yet enduring an out of body experience as my mind and concentration delays climaxing or if you wanna get mystical about it, reaching that joyous two second nirvana, nature’s signal for a groin convulsing release of creamy ejaculate deep inside the core of her body. I’ve often laid there imagining how close the tip of my penis is to certain lady’s internal organs, so near and touchable but for a thin membrane of skin.
I’ve enjoyed writing about women and sex and yes I’m very proud of the length of my Penis 160mm is above average, not gigantic in girth mind you but I’m more than happy when gazing down upon ‘him’, did you know there’s a Pornstar named Mandingo who’s blessed with a 300mm BBC (work it out please!) and from what few videos I have watched these black gentlemen understand ‘how to use them’ yet just as incredible are the white skinned blondes who’ll physically take such a great length………………..wow what troopers! Anyways I’ve a posting on here themed Penis facts and just so as you know, extensive internet research informs me 160mm is above average which (sporting a beaming smile) makes me very VERY happy.
Btw current political correctness states referring to a guy as black skinned with good reason is ok, and have you deduced what BBC stands for yet?
I’ve weighed 10 stone my entire adult life, then along comes a health Pandemic and I’m 11 stone 1 and 3/4 lb, and at my age this ‘belly fat’ has to come off soon or it’ll never be shed……. repeated lockdowns aren’t good for the waistline.
And so I sit typing and grazing on a punnet of Peruvian Blueberries!
Here I am pictured above working diligently for my employer, captured by my Smart phone for a reason that eludes me and interesting because minutes after taking these photos, I looked behind to see a colleague of mine rushing out the door having just received a call via the Government informing he’d been in contact with a positive case. Such are the serious times we live in, the unnerving consequence was we all had to return home and self isolate until he’d been tested himself, and that my friends is the closest I’ve come to wondering if I’d caught the disease……………. an anxious two days but he got the all clear and we all returned to machining within our designated bubbles, wearing mandatory PPE and keeping two metres distance which is nigh on impossible, who’d have thought several months earlier that I’d be wearing a face mask the entire day? Not me.
Well so far so good, I’ve been working and commuting by public transport since June 11th 2020 and I haven’t fallen ill to this awful virus, so I’ve either been very lucky or the PPE precautions have worked a treat? Who knows who cares though here’s a few salutary thoughts, the UK is in an awful place with the virus raging out of control with every citizen apart from essential workers being confined to their own home, we’ve 30,000 covid patients in Hospitals from John O Groats to Lands End and I’m confident every Brit knows of someone who’s had or recovering from covid or heartbreakingly has passed away 😦 .
Hope I’m not writing tooo soon! But perhaps the reason I’m still working in a City with high Covid positives is I religiously take sanitizing and hand cleanliness very seriously, and never fail to wear 4 ply mask coverings with pure silk sewn in filters inside shops and riding buses………. in fact after this awful pandemic is behind us I may continue wearing the masks because Coroner will be with us for many months yet and I’ve yet to catch a cold.
A work Colleague of mine survived coroner virus, as did a friend of the family her husband and two daughters who are recovering in baby steps, but looking on the bright side my Great Aunt has had the vaccine, my mother is injected Friday and I’ve several close relatives who’ve received theirs seeing as they are Hospital clinicians. And seeing as I’m a positive soul I’m predicting by April/May the UK will be returning to some sort of normality, with the British Government throwing all resources at getting the Nation vaccinated so living will improve……. finger’s crossed.
On the positive side, I’m rather pleased with myself because I’ve been filling my newly acquired spare time rather productively, yep unusually for me I’ve been reading novels I’d always been curious about namely Joseph Heller’s ‘Catch-22′ and Vladimir Nabokov’ ‘Lolita’ and almost certainly the most disturbing tale I’ve read. I’m going to refrain from writing a review though I’d advise caution if you’re a mother with young daughters, Lolita’s beautifully written and described as a ‘Classic’, but be aware Humbert Humbert’s abuse of a twelve year old girl is a disgusting tale though never sexually graphic, thank God. Yes controversial and banned in the UK under obscenity laws several decades ago, I would advise rather than enjoying reading Lolita, being shown a window into the mind of an abusing pedophile is a disturbing and necessary education…………………..oh go on then here’s my review! The first third is a captivating read, skip the following two thirds because listening to Humbert Humbert’s whining is interminably boring, then finish by reading the final ten pages.
Theme this my Christmas posting, and I hope you’re all making the best holiday you can after a challenging and awful 2020……. that’s enough of the Pandemic for this evening 🙂 .
(Been a while since I’ve Blogged here but I do check the stats from time to time, now here’s a perverse fact for you, I don’t write here yet I’ve never been so popular, why?……Well the sad fact of life is ‘sex sells’ and if you’ve read this Blog previously you’ll understand why the popularity, yep people enjoy reading about sex, watching others have sex (tedious and boring) and best of all we all live for sex with other humans. Oh and I haven’t lol met with any women since March 23rd and beginning of covid lockdown! Read a post or two here and you’ll understand why enough said 😀 .)
This afternoon I saw my first Rainbow since I don’t know when, then I got to thinking I only ever witness these wonderful meteorological phenomenon two or three times a year and that honestly shocked me, every one of us knows what a Rainbow looks like yet we see so few! Can you remember the last one you viewed for real?
After having delivered several Christmas presents to friends, pausing to chat also allowing a brief rain shower to pass important to this tail, oh and socially distancing which goes without saying, I began to walk my return journey home with a bright low winter sun shining behind me.
HOWEVER (and remember that rain storm passing through) those same dark clouds now faced me in the distance, two meteorological ingredients perfect for recreating a quite remarkable visual colourful spectrum, because rays of sun shining into cloud laden droplets of water are the perfect conditions for creating colourful Rainbows and a que for other pedestrians to pause and whip out they mobile phones, for residents to spill out from their homes to like me, take photos of a wonderful 8 coloured Rainbow in the sky, a same natural world phenomenon sure to have perplexed cavemen several thousand years ago.
Other photographs were taken, to be continued……………………………..
My favourite blogger LA likes to play a game on Friday’s, today she proposed an intriguing brain teaser, a brain twister have you will, which song would I choose for my personal theme tune? Interestingly (for me) the first thought flooding my mind (less than 5 seconds) was Monty Python’s ‘Always Look On The Bright Side Of Life’, yes played before the final credits to ‘Life Of Brian’, a thought provoking magnificent film ridiculing organised religions for being, well, ridiculous! Oh and quite probably one of the finest must watch films ever made………………………… only wish they’d had the nerve to make ‘Life Of Mohammed’ and lampoon Islam, lol bloggers have been beheaded for making statements like that 😀 and I’m not joking.
Anyways not to worry….. why not just listen and contemplate the brilliant lyrics.
Do you want a dictionary definition? Well if you look on the bright side you’re trying to remain cheerful when faced with a bad situation, offset life’s awfulness by convincing yourself things cannot get much worse so making you feel just that little bit better, or thinking life isn’t as bad as it could have been. Hmm.
As in the past Friday games nights, I’m ignoring some of the rules for this tune isn’t a B side, no it’s probably one of the most recognisable movie songs ever penned, people who don’t take life tooo seriously even play Always Look On The Bright Side Of Life at their funerals and I think I just might!
You have to agree with me life cannot get much worse than if you’re nailed to a Cross but like these troubled times we live in, you just have to try for what’s the alternative? You give up that’s what, but however down and depressed you feel, what an earth is the point to giving up? None at all because remember we all have friends and loved ones who rely on us, to be there when they need us, yes I could quit on life but who would look after my mother if I was gone? No one! And that’s a completely honest answer because looking after my mum in her old age will define my life for however long she is with me………………………. oh and I don’t live with her because she’d drive me around the frigging bend!
Judith Crist in New York magazine gave ‘Get Carter’ a glowing review, saying “Michael Caine is superb, suave and sexy” and describing the film as “a hard, mean and satisfying zinger” and I could agree more.
Starring Michael Caine (a performance he takes great pride in), a young nubile Britt Ekland never sexier and playwright John Osborne, ‘Get Carter’ was adapted from the novel ‘Jack’s Homecoming’ as all great great films are……. oh and the opening title music set’s a dark menacing tone brilliantly.
Yesterday evening I recommended the movie ‘Get Carter’ to a blogger I follow, yikes that’s problematic when we all have differing tastes, and likes are purely subjective.
But here goes with my take on a film review.
‘Get Carter’ is rightly regarded as the greatest British crime movie of all time, but don’t expect an eighteenth century ‘Downtonesque’ soap opera British TV inflicts on the rest of the world (ahhh I can’t take this dross any longer!), but a period drama all the same with the backdrop a North East decaying England gripped by recession. You’ll see no fancy period costumes, no quaint English villages or lush Shire countryside, for 1970s Newcastle is a bleak grimy city who’s truly great industrial past is long gone leaving it’s inhabitants in misery and depressing poverty, ‘Get Carter’ is a TRUTHFUL time-capsule all the same depicting a region of England that’s never recovered………. and expect a meandering tale leading to a vengeful crescendo and unexpected ending.
Packed with great quotes like, “behave yourself… you’re a big man but you’re in bad shape with me it’s a full time occupation” (I’ve used that one) ranking up there with Duval’s “I love the smell of napalm in the morning”………… and there’s SO many more!
Jack Carter played by Michael Caine is a cold ruthless unlikeable London ‘crime lord’ who travels north to avenge the death of his brother (yet female movie goers thought him never sexier, unfathomable creatures 😀 ) Carter’s lack of remorse didn’t sit kindly with critics of the time but many would agree gangsters are vicious nasty criminals, you shouldn’t like him, and certainly the viewer has no empathy for Caine yet we know these heartless menacing villains exist, and I’d rate Jack Carter alongside Coppola’s ‘Godfather’ both psychopaths’ oozing screen charisma who’ll kill a man and show no remorse.
Here’s what Caine himself had to say,
“One of the reasons I wanted to make that picture was my background. In English movies, gangsters were either stupid or funny. I wanted to show that they’re neither. Gangsters are not stupid, and they’re certainly not very funny” “Carter is the dead-end product of my own environment, my childhood; I know him well. He is the ghost of Michael Caine”.
‘Get Carter’s’ response from critics was lukewarm, although not a widespread theatrical release it made money, and as the years have passed popularity has now surpassed cult status, does that ring a bell? Remember ‘Shawshank Redemption’ one of the greatest movies ever made bombed at the cinema, was panned by critics and is yet now regarded by audiences as a favourite, no a classic.
With a meandering plot (not a criticism btw) pushing the boundaries in cinema and a cold unlikeable Michael Caine’s at is finest, ‘Get Carter’ is definitely worth a watch 🙂 .
Hopefully someone will watch my latest YouTube video 🙂 (bottom) the title hints at what to expect. So why sew one Andrew? Truthfully I was sick and tired of buying expensive masks online and them not fitting well and these are important, also thinking to myself ‘how hard can these be’ so I began sewing.
Ok let’s ‘not beat around the bush’ (did you know bush is a nick-name for a woman’s beaver in the UK?), let’s ‘cut to the chase’ shall we (I have noticed at work I use an awful lot of metaphors and catchy phrases when chatting to work colleagues, does that mean I’m a lazy conversationalist? Or I have a tiny vocabulary pool in which to choose appropriate words? Or perhaps I’m just boring.) Anyways let’s ‘state the bleeding obvious’ and say my WordPress has kinda died, very few people like or comment which is fine blah blah blah…. HOWEVER conversely I have never been so popular!
Work that one out 😀 .
I’ll tell you why.
I’ll look at my statistics ‘once in a while’ (a boy thing) and my past 2+ years postings and one genre has never been so popular, seven months on the spin they’ve been rising and yesterday’s views ‘went through the roof!’…………… But hold on folks people are only reading the postings with sexual content, tales of me in bed with women NSFW, penis fun facts, joys of bj’s, colleagues not wearing bras, topless massages, fun vagina facts, women flashing their underwear at me, female orgasms, button down blouse boob gap, masturbation (a fun hobby for us all 😉 ), favourite positions………. the sordid list goes on and on. I guess sex sells and the phrase ‘it’s the way of the world’ applies, prostitutes worked this out thousands of years ago…. err wrong analogy.
But I am a little bored of writing about sex (plus I’m not getting any for obvious reasons) SO who knows where this WordPress is heading, the digesting of social media content has exploded in so many directions, so many platforms and not enough time.
Not to worry, I filmed a new video last Friday and hopefully a Follower out there will watch me making Face Masks, I’ve been giving them to friends also family and they’re being sold in a local charity shop. YES I know the commentary is measured and unfunny but you try filming with a phone camera to hand, crafting with the other and narrating all three at the same time, I’m in my 50’s for heavens sake and multitasking was never a strong point for us men 😀 .
🙂 Go’s without saying these shared photographs were taken by me during my July holiday break to London, obviously in 2020 because why else would I be standing in Parliament Square wearing a face mask?………. After a while I stopped removing them (feeling slightly stupid) and kept them on all day……….will ‘wear a face covering’ be remembered as the buzz phrase of the year? I think so, wander around a tourist attraction and the tannoy bellows instructions on how to keep me safe, ride London’s Underground and I’m reading warning signs instructing me to keep 2 metres distance from other passengers really?……. But we human’s are stoic creatures, we’ll adapt and survive 🙂 .
(Above) Me enjoying a Mint Tea (cup sitting on the table) outside ‘Costa Coffee’ and very close to Kew Gardens Underground Station……… you won’t be interested to know but the photo to the right is my favourite of all the London pictures and others viewable in four previous postings, and deep down I think we all realise obligatory face masks are and will be a common sight for years to come…………. who’d have imagined this way back in January as we were welcoming in a New Year.
Btw I have a serious mint infusion addiction.
(Below) Me standing in an empty Victoria Underground Station, a quite unnerving and truly incredible photograph for London in summertime. July 2019 and these open spaces would be packed full of commuters and foreign tourists……….. I’ve not seen the like of this desolation before and until my dying day I doubt I ever will again.
(Below) Empty city streets around central London, again quite eerie photos as if a great plague had struck London the consequence all its inhabitants were locked inside their homes………… oh that’s actually happened! Previously I have actually ridden inside a capsule on The Millennium Wheel, if you ask me this vastly overpriced attraction was a disappointment, you slowly rise then dwell 6 seconds of skyline viewing at top dead centre only drop to the ground again…………. over-rated but that’s just my opinion.
(Below) Notable statues standing in Parliament Square, both Winston Churchill also Oliver Cromwell are ear-marked for removal if the black lives matters campaigners have their way. Churchill a hero who’s destiny was to win the second world war, so loved by white Londoners is contentious because as a young man he served as a soldier in the South African Colony, Oliver Cromwell will topple because he chose to colonize Northern Ireland………… political correctness or the blackwashing of Britain’s Imperial History? You decide because lol I’m saying nothing.
(Black Lives of course DO matter however America’s and Britain’s racial histories couldn’t be more different, on the one hand African men and women were captured enslaved and transported to America working in concentration camps, living pitiful horrific lives and of course making many white folks very wealthy………on the other, Pakistani, Indian, West Indian….. citizens CHOSE of their own free will to travel to Britain seeking a better life, whether that be paid jobs or educating their children at University oh and not forgetting many sought sanctuary (and welcomed) here as political refugees, so please don’t try and tell me America’s racial problems have any connection to Britain’s multicultural history………… A great proportion of ‘foreign nationals’ made better more prosperous lives for their families and a credit to Britain’s welcoming immigration policy and good luck to them but ffs research your history and show some gratitude 😀 )
For what it’s worth, keep all the statues or topple them ALL down I don’t much care either way, and I absolutely refuse to apologise for my colonial history………. lol not my problem, nothing to do with me, not in my name! Enough Politics.
Incidentally Millicent holds a banner displaying the words ‘Courage Call To Courage Everywhere’, without Googling I guess this lady was a suffragette campaigning for equal voting rights for women…………. brave pioneering ladies one and all 🙂 and again without Googling I’m sensing Lincoln has notable British connections?
(Below) More photographs taken of empty city streets, at times I genuinely couldn’t believe I was walking around London but July was the first loosening of lockdown and I chose to risk my life lol, but still at times I did wonder if I was the only person in London! That sense of freedom was fabulous and quite intoxicating…………… AND I DIDN’T CATCH ANY VIRUS, just sayin.
(Above) A Fun Fact for you. A pair of iconic red telephone boxes standing on a pavement close to my Hotel, but don’t be deceived for you cannot make a phone call from here, no the doors are locked shut and they’re here strictly for visiting tourists to take photos of with their mobile phone cameras.
(Below) Picture to the left Saint Paul’s Cathedral ‘peeking’ in the background and again yet another Tube Station empty of passengers…… quite incredible.
(Below) Covid secure Victoria Railway Station…….. 2 pretty ladies wearing their face masks (I think they are twins), also covid secure passengers standing within a virtually empty concourse oh and 2 ladies handing out helpful ‘how to be’ covid secure literature.
(Below) One final photograph of Victoria Station, last year I wouldn’t have been able to move for the sheer volume of passengers.
(Below) Me wearing the obligatory covid secure face mask, stops the virus from spreading…….. really? Did you notice I had three different ones but I sew my own these days.
(Below) The Great Fire of London started at ‘The Monument’.
The Monument, designed by Robert Hooke in consultation with Sir Christopher Wren, was built 1671-1677 on the site of St Margaret Fish Street Hill to commemorate the Great Fire of London1666. The fire burnt from 2nd to 5th September, devastating two-thirds of the city and destroyed 13,200 houses, 87 churches and 52 livery Company Halls.
Standing 61M/202FT is equal to the distance westward from the site of the bakery in Pudding Lane where the fire broke out, with the central shaft housing lenses for a zenith telescope, with a balcony that is reached by an internal staircase of 311 steps.
The Great Plague, lasted from 1665 to 1666 and the last major epidemic of bubonic plague to sweep England, centuries-long Pandemics of intermittent bubonic plague epidemics followed ALL which originated from Central Asia in 1331……………… why are we so SO surprised?
The Great Plague killed an estimated 100,000 people, almost a quarter of London’s population in 18 months infected by Yersinia petis bacterium transmitted through the bite of an infected rat flea.
The 1665–66 epidemic was on a far smaller scale than the earlier Black Death and remembered afterwards as the “great” plague and the last widespread outbreak of bubonic plague in England during the 400-year Second Pandemic. 400 frigging years! We’re only into a six month pandemic and cannot take the mental strain any longer.
Looking on the bright side, whilst wandering around the Grounds of Kew Gardens two young ladies happened to be in front of me, with a strong breeze rustling and lifting the hem of their skirts, when near unbelievably and I still cannot now, every time the wind caught the lady to the left’s skirt she revealed two pink naked ass cheeks (shapely as well)………. she glanced behind several times, didn’t care, smoothed the dangerous fabric down against her thigh and carried on, I guess by the sheer law of average I’d be flashed at some point but imagine her self confidence having the nerve to wear NO panties on a windy day! Truly mind blowing, perhaps they were ‘off duty prostitutes’ enjoying a stroll in the sun? HOWEVER lol perverts will get 5 years in jail for taking ‘upskirt ass/vulva photos’ on their mobile phones and quite correct to……. a woman’s violation if ever there was one 🙂 .
(Below) Photos taken at Kew Gardens, more may follow.
Just look and appreciate Dana’s magnificent breasts, and take it from me, they’re even more impressive when I’m gazing at them while she’s kneeling between my two open naked thighs, me reclined into a soft clean towel outstretch on a comfy bed, her warm fingers curled around my erection as she masturbates me with (amazing) skills honed from servicing hundreds of male clients… lovely lady as well, amusing to chat with, beautiful and blessed with a beaming smile that would melt the icy coldest of hearts, yes she’s gone from my life but at least I have happy memories to cheer me up when I’m feeling sad and anxious 😦 .
I’m upset I mean REALLY upset! My gorgeous masseuse has returned back home to Romania.
To begin with, a week or so ago Dana’s website disappeared (not her real name btw) and now I know for certain she’s no longer massaging clients for a living because her mobile number neither accepts texts or calls………….yep I’d guess this lovely lady, a migrant worker earning money to buy her own home in Romania, aware Oxford’s R rate is rising has now left our shores for home and (big sigh) who can blame her.
Jeeze massaging male customers not forgetting the gorgeous happy ending is a high risk occupation, no an illegal occupation during a pandemic, and goes without saying touching a male client with coroner virus she’ll catch this awful disease and infect every client thereafter. But hold on! Covid-19 is asymptotically spread so surely if Dana and I wore face masks, the only proven way to break the transmission cycle, our intimate afternoons together would be safe?
I think so, and here’s a sobering statistic for you, yesterday afternoon at work we had the radio on listening to yet another doom and gloom covid story, apparently the Oxford drug trials have been suspended because one patient displayed unexpected symptoms, sad news but this expert went on to say 88% of those dying from covid-19 are seniors! Perhaps the time has come to accept mother nature has decided human beings are living to long, all four of my Grandparents lived well into their 80s to end their days living in depressing care-homes, breaking our hearts as their mental faculties waned to the point they hardly recognised sons daughters and Grandchildren. Give me the choice between dying a swift covid death or ending my days confined to a small room with only a bed and comfy chair for personal possessions, only meal times to look forward to and awful television to keep me company………… I’m actually truly hoping I’ll end my days as yet another daily coroner virus statistic.
Hmm I wonder where life’s journey will take lovely Dana? I guess I’ll never know.
Go on say it, “sewing your own masks Andrew? You’d make a good house husband!” (I wish 😀 , spare a thought for me whilst you are riding hubby’s ‘dick’ ‘cowgirl’, I haven’t been laid in 3+ months.)
I’m thinking the ‘bubblegum’ Pink one a tad tooo girly? Perhaps a mask for the super confident young lady who loves to be the centre of attention……… then again see a pretty girl walking in the street dressed in shocking Pink and you’ll think she’s a sex hooker touting for business in a Pandemic!
Anyways where was I? Oh yes covid-19 face masks. F*** me if you said to me way back in January that I’d be making masks on my mum’s sewing machine come summertime, that in the UK you’ll be fined £3000 pounds for riding on a bus not wearing one, that you are breaking British Laws by not wearing a face covering whilst shopping in a supermarket……. well I’d have replied “you really do need to see a Doctor right now!”
Strange times indeed, and tying my posting neatly together who’d have imagined the most viewed videos on YouTube are middle aged American moms using their sewing machines to make yes cotton face masks! I should know I’ve been watching these mommy seamstresses more used to making party dresses for their daughters. But then you already knew this and btw don’t think me flippant, theses ladies videos have millions of viewings because worried parents are making them for friends family and first responders, fabric coverings that may well be the difference between catching coroner virus whilst riding on public transport or not.
Sad times indeed, I limit the amount of covid-19 related news stories I expose myself because I value my own sanity and wish to stave off clinical depression. But from watching News streams from across the globe this past 3 months, experts DON’T appear to agree on anything apart from wearing face masks in public areas stops the spread of coroner virus, they may not stop you catching it mind, but if you’re coughing sneezing and spreading this horrible virus asymptomatically, fabric cloths covering your nose also mouth will (may) protect others around you.
So returning to my original question, which colour do you prefer? (To be continued.)
Part 4 of my long weekend visit to London late July 2020, today with photographs of both inside and outside the rather expensive ‘posh’ Hotel. Be sure to read postings 1 2 and 3 🙂 and all photos taken by me.
My plump cheeky ass has been complimented by several women……….. lol thought you’d be interested in that fact! 😀
A. Shepherdson 2020
(Go visit Booking.com for great last minute accommodation deals, Hotels slash prices if you’re prepared to take a risk, scour the internet and wait till the last day even.)
Photos! Nice and simple and no more 1000 word essays lol.
Rather than explaining the tale of my Covid-19 lockdown holiday in London all over again….. phew that was a mouthful! If you’d like to read more of how I came to be there I have 2 previous postings, this evening’s one is what the cool kids call a ‘photo dump‘.
London Sky Garden’s viewing gallery is on the 43rd floor of the ‘Walkie Talkie’ building with awesome panoramic views over London.
With floor-to-ceiling glass windows, this leafy indoor garden provided fantastic views of the iconic London skyline. I strolled through lush landscaped gardens before making my way to the observation decks and open-air terrace………. except I couldn’t, coroner virus regulations banned outside viewing? However I could still buy a drink and bite to eat which shows there’s no rhyme or reasoning to covid safe living
Jeeze you just don’t know long I’ve been trying to trace this YouTube video I’m sharing below, thank god for the fabulous internet that’s what I say!
I’ve heard MARUV & BOOSIN – Drunk Groove playing inside shops as I’m paying for new jeans or whatever, I’ve heard it on the radio during lockdown, I’ve been humming it to myself on the bus, I’ve watched streamed Chatroom babes play this in their rooms usually when undressing or inserting a dildo (judge me I don’t care 😀 ) and just understand this, not being able to put a name to this banging song has been driving me insane for the past six months! And because I’m not down with the kids, I still have no idea who Maruv & Boosin are? Who cares now I can rest easy, yes I know I’m an 80’s music lover but I have to admit ‘Drunk Groove’ is my favourite tune of 2020 bar none.
🙂 I’m SO HAPPY lol, I’ve now put a name to the song and quickly uploaded onto my WP before I forget who on earth Drunk Groove are? And I’m not joking!
(My London photos may or may not follow, I am beginning to wonder if I’m ‘flogging a dead horse’ lol, not to worry I’ve loved the past 2 years blogging.)
(After reading the brilliant comment thread on lady LA’s irregardless blog, I’d be amazed if I can write another posting ever again.)
Hmm so where’s my train of thought taking this posting? I always try so hard to keep these brief and to the point but I guess if after reading you have an idea that booking late saves you money, then I’m happy, oh and as for sharing a photo of my ass in the shower I’ll leave the explanation for a later posting, NOW lady/male readers don’t lie that captured your attention!
(Whether travelling to London in the middle of a pandemic was irresponsible I’ll leave for a later post)
The past weekend I enjoyed a 4 day city break in London, sleeping 3 nights in a rather posh Hotel (prices reduced by half due to the pandemic) so be under no illusion I most definitely, without question never usually stay in swanky expensive accommodation, they’ll always be out of my price range ok…… now’s a good point to perhaps read the introduction postingWhat could possibly go wrong? 🙂 .
I’d suggest the Hotel accommodation website booking.com is familiar to you? If not, the clever premise behind this digital business is brilliantly simple (as good ideas always are). Competing Hotels are desperate for customers, bedrooms empty of holiday makers also weary travelers and they’re hemorrhaging cash by the £1000, consequently if you leave booking as late as possible prices plummet and you can save yourself a lot of money.
Well curtailing a short story even shorter, late evening on the 23rd of July I booked the 25th through to the 29th at the ‘Hotel with no name lol’ in central London, we’re talking the borough of Westminster where houses sell for millions and Hotels are in-affordable to the great unwashed public like myself to ever contemplate staying at, then covid-19 decimated the holiday booking market and prices were slashed…….. I paid £168 for 3 nights at a frigging 4 star Hotel in swanky Pimlico, the lovely receptionist looking classy in her navy pencil skirt and nude shear stockings said “you can triple that for last year”.
Hmm as always I wondered if she wore any knickers, just saying 😀 (I’ll be returning to this question another time)………… can’t lie dreams of her calling by room late one night did cross my mind, yeh dream on Andrew.
(Blah blah lol, you all play this game of hunt the cheapest whether ‘rental cars trains air-flights ovens whichever’… thank god for the internet we say!)
If you’re interested my second floor bedroom had a balcony, only trouble being the gazing out at a row of identical houses opposite……….. I’m not showing off BTW, I got lucky with the pandemic because the risk of catching covid-19 was recklessly high, the phrase ‘you pays your money and makes your choice‘ come’s to mind. But after 3 months legally enforced home detention I’m prepared to start leaving my home again, we’re all living a life of assessing risks and taking care with PPE precautions, we’re all crossing our fingers and hoping for the best, agreed?
I’m probably getting a little over excited retelling my urban walkabout tale because my usual accommodation is always in cheap Motels, drab red brick buildings populated close to soulless motorway stations, you look out a window (if there is one) and you’ll see noisy rumbling lorries hauling their Chinese manufactured cargo the length and breadth of England…………….. still on the upside when you’re in bed with a 50 year old lady (with a dodgy knee) who cares you have to keep the bathroom lights switched on because the bedroom’s doesn’t work!
(Below) The view from my balcony, as an aside the Hotel room was spotlessly clean however ridiculously SMALL no word of a lie with only a 5 inch gap between bed edges and the walls all around.
Anyways where was I?
(Above) And yes that’s my glasses edging into view as I take a selfie, I put off purchasing a smartphone until recently but now I love this amazing smartphone with interactive maps and digital ticket apps, this device can be found glued to my hand similar to any teenage girl………….. I now see the attraction, I understand the obsessions, I’m aware addiction is but one ‘swipe’ away still on the bright-side google street maps is a godsend to someone (like ME) with zero sense of direction!
No word of a lie, I studied my trusty well thumbed ‘London street-map’ for five minutes, walked straight out of Victoria Railway Station then returned 5 minutes later having walked 200 metres in the wrong direction……….. my spacial unawareness amuses my brother but is more than a little worrying, hmm the beginnings of dementia?
More about the bedroom and walk-in shower below in the following posting 🙂 ,
Yes I’m aware I look ridiculous backed into a corner what’s with the odd shadow on my neck? After setting the camera’s 10 second timer I hopped inside the cubicle and the water was f****** boiling hot! And note the high hands! As for rating my ass feel free all comments are welcome.
(…………………….and if you’re feeling envious don’t be, I’m conscious this appears showing off, so yes travelling on your own can be fun and the freedom liberating, but the downside is living with ones own company can be lonely a place and a little depressing at times, you know shared experiences like the simple pleasures of holding a partner’s hand, 1 2 3 ahhh!)
Maybe a little foolhardy of me to visit London last weekend seeing as we’re in the middle of a pandemic, perhaps sleeping in a Hotel for 3 nights could be seen as reckless with an R rate rising, but lol I appear to have survived ‘for now!’ (btw I’m going to isolate myself from people until Monday).
I guess the key to sharing photos on WP is NOT repeating myself over and over again, so if you’re (hopefully interested in my tale please read earlier postings)……….. I’l try my utmost to keep the text ‘light and fluffy’, don’t you just hate travel blogs where the writer keeps telling REMINDING you what a fantastic time they’ve had in Bali.
Last Sunday until today was little more than an urban city break we ALL can enjoy.
Hmm I’ll try to explain why we should try to live some sort of ‘normality’ again, yes take safety precautions, but I’d suggest visit places of interest because the attractions I visited really havetaken covid precautions seriously!(Very seriously).
Blah blah blah 😀 .
So let’s begin with a photo teaser showing 3 places visited, St. Paul’s cathedral, an exquisite church I hadn’t seen in side for 30 years, the world famous Botanical Gardens at Kew, and London’s newest attraction Sky Gardens a tropical plant oasis situated on the top floor of a skyscraper, incidentally I was a virgin visitor to the last 2…… so go visit, they were truly spectacular.
I ONLY wish I’d photographed used my trusty Fuji camera instead of the phone, but hey things don’t always work to plan………. 😀 anyways you get an idea.
Doesn’t the saying go ‘pictures paint a 1000 words?’ 🙂
And of course they’ll be anecdotes a little sexy or it just wouldn’t be me lol.
Below you see 2 young lady’s both happy and cheerful (supposed to be a pandemic according to the press?) striding across Victoria railway station, note I’m only using the photo to demonstrate we have to wear masks by law now.
Finally I’ll try my best to avoid my usual 1000 word postings, more photos to follow.
I’m unsure how many people regularly read this WordPress anymore, lol I used to be quite popular (it’s all relative)but then I broke thegolden blog rulewhich as we all know IS to Post ‘regularly and often’ (or is that fellatio?) Anyways not to worry I enjoy the creative process 🙂 .
I’m an impulsive sort of man, in the past I’ve chatted to a woman I hardly know online, then afternoon the following day we’re to be found f****** in a budget priced Motel bedroom….. however I’ve written those postings. Spontaneity acting without forethought could be regarded a lazy way to organise your life, carefree or reckless even, well late Thursday evening I was surfing booking.com’s webpages looking at Hotel accommodation whilst feeling an irresistible urge to visit somewhere anywhere! So after 3 months lockdown then 6 weeks unbroken work, I booked myself into a London Hotel for several nights, paid a non refundable £ by credit card soon followed by a confirmation email with the upshot being tomorrow night I’ll be sleeping in a quality Hotel bedroom (prices are unbelievably cheap at the moment)……….. fantastic!
Then I put myself to bed.
Next morning the first thought on my mind was ‘pandemic’ closely followed by ‘oh s*** the virus R rate (?) is on the increase again’ or so the media keep telling us! Move along several hours later after having consumed several mugs of mint infused tea, and calmed my frayed nerves reading the Hotel’s covid-19 precautions they’ve taken, I thought why not just go and have myself a short break in London.
(Walking across the common I overheard a woman talking to a friend “we took the kids to the Cotswold Wildlife Park and it was packed…. after a while it’s impossible to socially distance so we gave up” In other words ‘what will be will be’.)
I guess with the World gripped by a disease we’re all desperately trying to avoid catching, as highly infectious as the common cold (then again that’s another coroner), I’ve done my best however throughout Government enforced solitary confinement I’ve increasingly been asking myself “am I earning to live? Or just living to exist?”
(A wise old colleague told me that one.)
I’m not a fatalist but I have come round to thinking I’ve read far tooo many scare stories this past four months………. first the Government says avoid public transport! This past six weeks I’ve been travelling to and from Oxford for work and still here to live to tell the tale, I wear a mask, socially distance ‘Try to’ avoid touching my face, I sanitize my hands with alcohol cleaner ALL the frigging day… what more can I do? Life is a mere game of luck and chance, I could catch this nastiness at Tesco’s supermarket on the estate or anywhere so if you don’t read another posting on this WordPress you know what’s happened……. shouldn’t be flippant Andrew.
Ok I’m not climbing Mount Everest I know, I’ll take precautions, try and enjoy myself if only because we all have to return to some resemblance of normality, covid is here to stay and I need a change of scenery, anyways I have a day ticket for the famous Kew Gardens and that’s outside in the fresh air.
Hits: Early 1980’s (and as anyone who’s read this WordPress knows I LOVE eighties popular music 😀 )
City of origin: Liverpool UK
Vocalist: Ian McCullough
If your first thought is ‘who?’ Then I’ve 3 classic tunes for you from the 1980s, an era when SO many great songs were written along with fabulous ‘hooks’ and toe tipping melodies, once mocked by ‘hard rockers’, I’d suggest eighties Bands and electronic synth have been reappraised with many hit songs being covered by recording artists decades later.
I’m a fan of these 3 timeless classic tunes, even if the band’s’ name ‘Echo and the Bunnymen’ escapes you (fabulous name btw), I’d guess you’ll have heard these songs on the radio.
One remarkable observation of 1980s music is the birth of the music video, an era pre internet where MTV played 24hr videos creating a narrative also an essential marketing tool, they had to stand out amongst hundreds of other iconic videos of their time incidentally many still broadcast 40 years later.
Throughout the decade Record companies spent vast amounts of money producing theatrical music videos often telling their own story, many having been filmed by famous movie directors of the day, and many other’s by Directors who’ve since moved on to directing blockbuster movies of today……..I cannot think of any off the top of my head? So you’ll have to take my word for it 😀 .
Of all 3 songs ‘Seven Seas’ is my personal favourite (btw ‘Nothing Lasts Forever’ above is a re-recording of their 1980s hit.
I’d suggest the very favourite posting written on your Blog changes by the day/week (or perhaps you ‘publish’ and hardly ever give them a second thought). I’ve recently discovered the Widget ‘Popular Posts’ and added to my homepage (it’s only taken me 2 years to find and I love it) Lovely WordPress appears to update by the hour and it’s a snapshot of the content people are reading on your Blog…. hmm very interesting. My own appears to be 70% vanilla sexy related, that’s fabulous and fine (anyone who reads my Posts thank you) but I’d hope to think I’m more than just frivolity…… 🙂 not to worry we’re all having fun here. I’m going to re-blog my very favourite posting the heart-breaking true story of Czeslawa Kwoka who died age 14 in Auschwitz concentration camp, and only weeks after the SS murdered her mother there. One of my favourites from 289 and I’m not ashamed to say her story made me cry the evening I wrote it…….. a reminder of the hateful times we live in.
A reflective Post this evening, makes a welcome change and good or bad I can guarantee my blog will never be one theme, I’ve enjoyed writing this 🙂 .
I look at Czesława Kwoka’s Auschwitz registration photograph time and time again, her haunting expression isn’t unique, the many other prisoner photos being colourised so magnificently are equally as haunting and devoid of ALL human emotion.
I look at her, and I wish I could do this post justice, convey how I’ve been feeling whilst reading her true horror story. However I fear I don’t have the breadth of descriptive language and yes I think I lack an ability to convey the upsetting emotions I’m feeling…………. I’ll write you humorous posts all day long of tales sleeping with women BUT serious issues I struggle with and that makes me very angry. And for once I break copyrighted photographs legally, Auschwitz-Birkenau Museum…
Research the internet asking the reasons why men are so obsessed with a lady’s boobs (I have been and I am lol) one fact’s for sure, Scientists have never satisfactorily explained men’s curious breast fixation, for all the cultural emotional and ‘weird’ theories, no one can really explain why I am so obsessed by this certain part of a female’s physique.
Jeeze where to begin with YET another lady’s breast themed posting, there’s been SO many over this past two years, many true tales of happy times spent fondling adorable women’s breasts, shared anecdotes after having been busted, caught unawares gazing fixated by plunging cleavage, captivated by small boobs or fulsome milky bags of fat drooping from a woman’s chest…………. but why on earth why? This requires further introspection!
Disclaimer, I blog for fun! Bosom postings amuse and entertain my boy-child sensibilities but yes I agree this isn’t for everyone 🙂
So where to begin?
To be honest I’ve given up on my Holy Grail quest to seek out the definitive reason why (because none exists) though I am seriously perplexed, so where better place to start than research 3 fun facts lifted from the internet……. I’m trusting they’re not fake.
A Canadian biologist called ‘Bruce Bagemihl’ noted several primate species, including humanity’s close relative the ‘bonobo’, have been observed stimulating their own nipples while masturbating. (Err hold on, I’m not interested why women gain pleasure playing with their tits.)
Fun fact 2
A study was done on 66 Englishmen who were hungry also 58 who had just eaten, and surprise surprise, the hungry men preferred bigger boobs compared to the ones who had just eaten (that goes someway to explaining the comfort and nurture theory.)
Fun fact 3
And to this one I can 100% attest, “Boys don’t learn in the playground that breasts are something that they should be interested in. It’s biological and deeply engrained in our brain,” write’s an expert lol in his book.
He goes onto say, “In fact, research indicates that when we’re confronted with breasts, or even breast-related stimuli, like bras, we’ll start making bad decisions” so yes I agree, we men are biologically drawn to breasts and I guess due to sexual imagery in TV advertising as a young child, I was trained in my informative years to find them erotic, learned to view boobs as sexually attractive whether that be long and pendulous, or pointy perky hemispherical tits………….. I’ve fondled a fair few pairs in my life time and to be completely honest, large or small the size of her breasts (as long as they’re real!) Doesn’t actually matter, though if pushed for preference I do love squidgy slightly saggy and pendulous.
Confused? I am, though I’m leaning towards nature nurture and biological to explain away my WordPress’s boob obsession, cue another piece of expert analysis lifted from the to be trusted ‘HuffPost’:
Two researchers (you really don’t require their names do you!) Believed that the male attraction to a pair of boobs goes beyond being:
‘a good, full cleavage indicates to a man that a woman is in good health and an excellent choice to bear and raise his children’, a boy’s love of boobs develops in childhood, when a mother breastfeeds her child, the infant becomes the most important thing in the world, and during breastfeeding a bonding chemical Oxytocin is also released into the mother’s milk and consumed by the baby. A biological bonding takes place, makes nursing a feel-good experience for mother and child and it forges a very important bond between the two.’
“This bond is not only the most beautiful of all social bonds, it can also be the most enduring, lasting a lifetime,” wrote the authors.
“Essentially then, when a man sees, touches or massages a woman’s breasts, it sparks the same series of brain events as nursing – the feel good chemical is released in the man’s brain and he is drawn to the breasts because subconsciously he remembers the feel-good experience of nursing as a child. Any interaction between a man and a pair of boobs then helps to bond a man to his female other half.”
One glaring problem with this theory is, my mother didn’t breastfeed me!…….. I don’t know this for 100% sure having never asked my mother! But I’m reliably reminded she used the formula ‘Cow and Gate’ brand. So yes I wasn’t breastfed though I’m utterly convinced my captivation can be attributed to nature and biology programming me that way, and I’d suggest watching many hours of TV as a child trained me to appreciate breasts sexually.
Now I’ll share with you my earliest recollection of seeing a pair of REAL boobs for the first time! That’s such an easy one to answer, and it wouldn’t have been from the television because when I was a child Britain had only 3 terrestrial TV channels and one of those would have been dedicated to the arts! Not forgetting back in the day we had a very strict ‘watershed’ with anything vaguely adult only being broadcast after bedtime, if ever!
Close my eyes and I see a young lady jogging toward my 8 year old self as if viewing a home movie from my childhood, there I am sat just inside the opening of a campsite tent whilst holidaying as a cubscout, and this’ll be the only image of a fun weekend spent with 30 other young boys I’ll remember. Although I do recollect she was one of our Leader’s wives, alas her face is lost in the midst’s of time but I do remember her as youthful and pretty and I certainly cannot remember if she saw me crouched watching.
So yes picture my childhood vision running through a grassy field toward me, wind blowing her auburn hair and wearing a blue cotton blouse with only the top buttons holding both flaps closed, when for one fleeting second a combination of her half stumbling through rough ground, perhaps a girlish jump in the air caught with a strong breeze in her face, the wind capturing her untethered flaps of fabric blowing them upwards and open, to reveal yes a flash of two underboobs, no nipples mind, just the pink profile of her two lower fulsome breasts for she wore no bra! Who knows why? Perhaps she was jogging towards the showers having left the delicate in her tent!
So there you, over 40 years later close my eyes and I see my scout mistresses’ boobs and that’s my earliest childhood recollection. Fabulous! Who needs the internet to corrupt young minds?
Here are 10 probable reasons why, as a woman, you might catch me looking at your chest rather than your face.
1. Breasts Are Great to Look At
Men love looking at the breasts for the very reason that they are great to look at. Whether they are small or big, breasts are one of the first things a man sees in a woman.
Though it is offensive, but men can’t resist taking a peek!
(Hmm offensive? That’s as maybe, but of the many times I’ve been caught peeking or gazing in the street I’ve only ever been smiled at, never received a harsh word.)
2. Breasts Add Grace and Poise
Breasts are one of the few body parts which are curvaceous. Men don’t have any curves on their bodies, which makes being hard and straight a sign of masculinity.
On the other hand, curviness is a symbol for womanhood which adds grace and poise to the way a woman carries herself.
3. Breasts Represent Fertility
Since a long time back, it has been believed that men are attracted to women who are healthy and are able to reproduce.
Breasts are a sign of fertility as they portray the notion that the woman would be able to bear children as well as nourish them.
4. Breasts Offer Visual Stimulation
One of the main differences between men and women is that men are stimulated visually. They get ‘turned on’ just by looking at a woman’s body. Firm and perky breasts catch the attention of every man wherever a woman goes and stimulates him visually.
(Hmm now I’m reminded of an anecdote a colleague retold me at work one day, when he first met his wife to be in a pub she said to him….. “would you please stop staring at my tits!” Lol I’ve nothing to add 😀 .)
5. Breasts Are the Key to Second Base
Most men don’t know about this but those who do use it to their advantage. The breasts are the key to second base as they are located close to the libido.
Fondling and playing with them leads to sexual arousal. (This is one of the major reasons why men love breasts!)
6. Breasts Lead to Great Foreplay
Breasts are a crucial part of foreplay. In fact, foreplay is incomplete without a little fondling, sucking or kissing on the breasts.
Apart from the breasts, there is little else a man could play with before the actual act.
7. Breasts Are Nice to Touch
They are soft and supple, tempting men to grab them.
Men love how the breasts feel in their hands. While some of them can get wild and start twitching the nipples, most men are gentle with breasts, holding them with love and care.
(Never a truer word was written, the moment a lady removes her bra and allows me to fondle, my touch is as delicate as handling a piece of fine China!………. Err except later when she’s riding me cowgirl and I’m squeezing so hard I can feel pointy hard nipples pressing into my palms.)
8. Breasts Are Mysterious
From the moment a guy sees a girl her breasts become a source of mystery for him. He spends most of his time thinking about and visualizing what hides beneath the clothing. Until he gets to actually see them, the mystery is a cause of intrigue for him.
9. No Cleavage without Breasts
The cleavage is perhaps the best sight a man could want to see. Low-cut tops or dresses that show a little too much at the top are highly attractive for men.
Without breasts, there would be no cleavage, so men love the whole package.
10. Breasts Are Comforting
For some reason, men find breasts comforting. They love resting their heads on them. The very sight of them can make their bad mood disappear.
In fact, there has been a study which shows that men who get to see breasts for at least 15 minutes a day live longer and healthier!
I’ll not disagree with any of those reasons because well, all I do know for whatever reason whether that be cultural biological learned whether that be ‘nature or nurture’, I’m captivated by a woman’s breasts! So have I answered my titled question? Yes and no but then again after surfing the internet this afternoon, strikes me whether you are an ‘expert’ or women’s magazine columnist, no one can truly explain the male obsession with a ladies boobs!
And finally! I’ll leave you with a bra comment written by a lady on one of my previous blog postings, and I do so love reading boob perspectives from a lady! (And NO I’m not divulging either her name or which of the 289 postings).
‘I hate bras… I wear them to work because, work. I wear them if I’m ‘in public’ and the temperature is ‘normal’ for the U.K. when I get home the bra comes off. Literally as I put my bag down, shoes off, bra off. And often it doesn’t go back on again. I wear a lot of dresses in summer, without underwear- at all. If the temperature goes above 20°c the bra comes off.
If I see men looking at my breasts I make eye contact & smile & walk on. Sometimes I even laugh (I know, that’s mean but hey…’
Working from home is the future they said, socializing and entertaining ourselves whether that be streamed movies or computer gaming will be how we occupy our spare time they said, and now the future’s arrived prematurely due to covid, many people are asking themselves ‘do I really want to live my life without real human beings?’ Now we have all this incarcerated free time many of us are missing the physical contact our workplace’s bring, whether that be ‘me’ people watching scantily clothed ladies on a commuter bus ride to work (simple pleasures but I love it so), or someone chatting about their family’s up and coming summer holiday to Greece, yes many of us are regretting the digital age’s grand finale, the realisation we now NO longer need to leave our homes!
Btw the media aren’t lying, I’ve seen so many more braless women this summer…cue a shallow excuse to show braless ‘mature ladies’ on my Blog. (In my opinion these completely useless garments of lingerie should be banned by law, spot fined if they’re seen in public, jail even unless removed! 😀 )
Anyways where was I? Oh yes on-line video conferencing.
I surreptitiously took our Teams photo earlier today midway through a meeting (via my mobile phone camera), and if you’re at all curious glance down to the bottom right hand corner, and you’ll see my face lol video linking from the comfort of my own living room…. 1940’s science fiction incarnated!
A simple example of how our workplaces have changed forever due to lockdown, no more travelling into Oxford by commuter bus each Friday, sitting around a table with these familiar work colleague’s faces a long ago memory, now I sit at my dining room table staring at a laptop computer screen for one hour (even more ridiculous I’m talking to a PC), and happily our interpersonal ‘dynamics’ haven’t changed since our last physical get together in March….. jeez that’s four months ago!
Even if workplaces do return to some sort of normality, many aspects of our lives will not, digital shopping has replaced walking into Town in person and I’ve lost count of the number of packages Amazon has delivered. Now we surf their ‘shop window’, pay digitally with a credit card and a very nice gentleman will deliver the package very next day and if you have Amazon Prime postage is completely free (no more queueing and buying car park tickets), in fact I’m struggling right now to remember the last time I used cash!
I Have to admit I’m missing the hustle and bustle of crowded city centers 😦 .
The future has arrived prematurely so say retail experts, cov-d-19 has accelerated the move to working also shopping from home, wander down your desolate High Street’s with all the closed business and realise many will never reopen and that’s so so sad. (Big sigh) that’s progress for you, but I cannot help wondering whether the social cost is worth the convenience of being able to buy on-line, globally million’s of shop workers will be thrown on the employment scrapheap, occupation’s consigned to history along with chimney sweeps and gas lamplighters walking darkened city streets flame in hand, now there’s a truly dangerous occupation!
A female colleague today commented lockdown is “sending me mad”, a sentiment I’ve heard said many times by different people, so has human progress taken us to the point where we’re prisoners living 24/7 in solitary confinement? Meals brought to our doorstep, social interaction via a TV monitor, amusing ourselves playing on-line computer games with complete strangers living in other countries, children being schooled from home, group fitness sessions with friends via zoom, we’ve now reached an actual point in human history where we have NO need to leave the house.
But I’d suggest this accelerated switch to digital living has caught people unawares, blown through our lives like a whirlwind with many of us our asking ourselves ‘do I really wish to live this way?’ Is isolation depression, the toll on our mental health really worth giving up the simple pleasure of wandering around department stores, perhaps meeting with friends in some quaint coffee shop, or experiencing strong winds and driving rain blown into our faces as we enjoy window shopping for things we’d love to buy one day.
Transport me back to the 1980’s please I’ve seen the future and I don’t like it!
November 2019 (3 months after Epstein’s ‘suicide’) our BBC Newsnight was granted a rare audience with the royal Prince Andrew in the interview of the century, and all the more relevant today with arrested Ghislaine Maxwell’s appearance in a New York Court ……………. Hmm, so will she live to see trial? Or will she be murdered by a male wealthy elite just like Epstein (Trump has questions to answer), will the rich and powerful make sure this female pedophile is silenced?……….. I’m erring on the side of a gun was ‘accidentally’ fired and she was ‘accidentally’ killed, time will tell! (Surely the Bureau wouldn’t fake two suicides?)
……………. and yes you did read that correctly, THE INTERVIEW OF THE CENTURY!
We saw Prince Andrew discuss his relationship with Epstein, fending off allegations he never had sex with Virginia Roberts, the then seventeen year old who claimed she had been trafficked to him for sex three times………. for what it’s worth I don’t think Andrew is a manipulative evil man, he’s just (very) dim witted, an average unintelligent guy who got lucky virtue of birth.
I’d propose an opportunity to have sex with a pretty young woman presented itself (I guess she looks 19) after meeting her clubbing at ‘Tramp nightclub’ (possibly victim to a sting) but guilty as charged I do consider him pedophile. I cannot underplay the British public’s fascination with the ‘did he didn’t he’ question, we are still inexplicably deferential to our Monarchy, fascinated by this dysfunctional family to the point of an unhealthy psychosis and you can include me!
Now I realise you neither have the spare time, inclination or possibly already seen Emily Maitlis’s forensic interrogation of Prince Andrew and his links to the Jeffery Epstein scandal, (also we’re in the midst of a public health epidemic!) But I would suggest if you haven’t already watched this BAFTA Award winning interview, you could do worse than while away 45 minutes of your lives watching this car crash unfold before your disbelieving eyes, ask yourselves is he telling the truth?
Ask yourself why he didn’t just say, “VIRGINIA ROBERTS IS LIEING!”, If she’s making it up call her a liar, no instead he doesn’t “ever recollect” meeting her (the pic was a photoshop), sweet Jesus I’d remember if I’d had sex with her, wouldn’t you?
(Seriously, there’s questions to answer, Virginia was someone’s child abused daughter.)
I’m not overplaying this statement for effect, but the whole World both public and media (especially the British) are fascinated asking themselves is the Queen of England’s third child, a self confessed friend of serial pedophile Jeffery Epstein, a sex offender? Common be honest, we are all intrigued to know if a member of British Royal aristocracy f***** children, and I’m not going to apologise for using such disgusting language. Pedophilia is a heinous disgusting crime and if Prince Andrew is guilty (disclaimer, not saying he definitely is!) Then if yes he should go to Prison.
In order to stop this media circus dragging on for yet another decade, he just has to be interviewed by American Federal Investigators, ‘spilling the beans’ is essential for his (long gone) reputation, the reputation of our Monarchy needs closure (I don’t care but my mother does), then again look back through centuries of Royal history and you’ll find murder’s, abortionists by proxy, rapists, extra marital philanderers, bigamists, thieves, narcissists, sociopaths, psychopaths, ego maniacs, pedophiles……. the worst kinds of humanity are all there, go read the history books 😀 …… and why Britain isn’t today a Republic I’ll never know! (A whole different posting!)
Below the 49minute ‘disastrous’ interview to be yes found on good old YouTube, you just have to look at the guilt ridden expression on his face to know he’s…………………….
I can still remember way back in November 2019 switching on my TV set marveling at Emily Maitlis hauling Andrew’s ‘ass over the coals’, this skilled and Brilliant woman didn’t disappoint as she basically gave him enough rope to hang himself with (way tooo many metaphors A. Shepherdson… I know but wth just know she’s our number one TV broadcaster, way tooo sexy as well!)
We saw Prince Andrew discussing his relationship with Epstein and deflecting allegations he has ever had sex with Virginia Roberts, and what’s truly fascinating about the interview, after hearing all Andrew’s obfuscation and denials is that afterward the British public were in no doubt of his guilt, the very next day he resigned from royal life, handed in his P45! Ditched ALL his patronage to charities because they all were going to sack him anyways! Guilty or not he has been retired from public life forever, with his irretrievable reputation in tatters.
I’ve watched and re-watched this interview many times, a fascinating expose of how to lie (or not to), I’m ultimately captivated by the many body signals that for all the denials, betray his lies and reveal (that in my opinion) Andrew is guilty as charged.
Oh and 3 guesses as to what the ‘green tick’ on the window means?
Way back in January 2020 if a colleague had said to me “come summertime you’ll be wearing a face mask on the Bus everyday to work”, my disbelieving reply would probably have been “are you smoking those ‘funny’ cigarettes again?”
Nope I never ever thought this day would happen!
I’m employed by a historic and world renowned educational institution, students from S. Korea China Taiwan Hong Kong….. ‘fly here’ to study for a Degree, and even before March 2020 one similarity set them apart from every other nationality yes the majority wore face masks.
Fast forward to July 2020 and ‘wander walk’ the city streets of Oxford whilst NOT wearing a face mask, and you’ll stand out like a proverbial ‘sore thumb’ to such a point people will stare, others may throw a disapproving glare or incredulous unbelieving double-take, accompanied with thoughts of ‘look at that idiot NOT wearing a face covering!’ This evil covid-19 has changed the world in so many ways to such a point you’ll now be considered weird and foolhardy for not wearing a mask in public.
(Btw travel on public transport in the UK not wearing a mask and you’ll get two years in prison! Only joking, but you will have to pay a £25 fine.)
Nope to be perfectly honest I never thought I’d wear a mask in my lifetime, what’s more I now definitely feel naked when not wearing one but something else has changed, face masks are now a fashion statement, girls are wearing brightly coloured wacky patterned ones, cool classy business ladies wearing stylish Chanel or Gucci ones, hell I even saw at the weekend a young guy masked with a blush pink one! Fair play he was either gay or someone with an irreverent sense of humour. So yes we’re all well aware this virus is asymptomatic airborne spread, but it’s celebrities and influencers who’ve made face mask fashion cool and trendy, a cool extension of your personality, a statement of individuality.
As you can see I’ve opted for boring natural unassuming white cotton, but I have seen a pussycat face covering adorned with whiskers and the girl looked pretty sensational in Tesco’s. Long may this fabulous trend continue I say, and what a brilliant way to help combat a disease that indiscriminately kills young or old alike 😦 !
What’s more experts tell us face masks will help stop the spread of other airborne diseases like pneumonia, common coroner colds, SARS, influenza…… and when used with carbon filters they’ll improve lung health from the disastrous effects of car exhaust pollutants………………… Yep the global trend for wearing face masks is probably the silver lining to this airborne coroner dark cloud, stylish colourful and trendy long may this wonderful face mask phenomenon continue 🙂 .
(One important caveat, I read this lunchtime face masks are a disaster for those who lip read, (deep sigh)………. Oh dear 😦 )
Read my Blog 🙂 , like comment Follow or unfollow it’s all good with me babes, we’re all winging it blah blah blah lol…..
I enjoy an hour or so creating a Blog, whatever happens (or doesn’t) soon after publishing is immaterial because I’ve been happy with the product of my mental gymnastics now in print, and that’s my only explanation? Anyways, I’m very pleased I’d disabled the comments, I’m happy a few people liked my musings it’s all fine with me, we should always be pleased knowing that 🙂 . As an aside, I’ll honestly switch on my PC without an idea of what I’ll write about…… sorry that’s a lie! If I’m ‘feeling hard’ and sexually aroused then it’ll be a sexually themed posting. True.
One favour perhaps don’t comment this particular post, I’m rather embarrassed with my recent (erratic) behavior, as an aside I’ll never be as popular as the women I follow lol , but hey that’s life, “suck it up buttercup!”
I’m emotionally struggling with the after tremors from this pandemic, so badly at times it hurts, my family is (really) struggling, you are struggling, f*** we’re ALL emotionally struggling trying to cope with the uncertainty and fall-out from this awful *****-19, a word that’ll never appear on this Blog again. Whether that be employment schooling or simply wondering if you’ll catch it shopping at the supermarket, there isn’t a human being walking this planet who isn’t YES struggling to adapt to a new way of living their lives…… the tragedy is the strongest will survive and the weakest will fall by the wayside, and that’s upsetting.
Perhaps the saying “live each day as if your last”, that firm favourite your wise old Grandmother used to teach you, has never been more truthful relevant also applicable…… hang in there people or is that just glib and trite?
I think I now understand what having a woman’s period feels like, (not the whinging and whining and persistent complaining), nope, because one day I’m happy to be alive the next I’m well…….., and just so as you know lol, as my Grandfather used to jokingly amusingly chide me as a child, “you’ll never kill yourself Andrew because you change your mind to often”. On reflection what a strange thing to say to a youthful teenager in jest? Then again perhaps it’s a clever re affirmation, reminding me that acting in haste is NEVER EVER a good idea.
Different times? (I miss mum’s dad everyday of my life).
One of my less admirable (attractive) character traits is impulsiveness I’m only relieved no blogger replied to my ridiculous ‘The End’ posting (I’d be tooo embarrassed to write today’s). I published late evening before turning into bed, and yes I regretted severing all ties very early the next morning. Firstly the posting didn’t need writing, secondly, as always I’ll share ‘whatever’s on my mind’ at the time, and if people enjoy fabulous, but if there’s indifference that’s also fine……….. blah blah blah 😀
It’s worth remembering, swiftly composed emails impulsively forwarded has ‘kinda’ gotten me into hot water in the past, luckily none have gotten me the sack but several in my lifetime I have regretted. Open the pages of any tabloid newspaper and you’ll read stories of a thoughtless unlucky celeb’s whining’s getting them in hot water, or a disgruntled high powered company executive’s anger getting them the sack. Both either stupid and reckless or tooo honest for their own good (though character revealing all the same), both individuals who’d impulsively written a controversial perhaps racist sexist email, the consequences to be regretted for the rest of their life. Perhaps a ‘two faced’ Tweet? Perhaps accidentally sending honest thoughts, because all our draft folders contain feelings also opinions that should never EVER be seen by another soul, luckily I’ve not yet asked Helen the secretary for a pair of her recently worn, sweaty used panties……… holy f*** I think that one actually exists!
Moral of the story, stay clear of social media/email when you’re upset or annoyed and never forward your thoughts in haste or you may repent at leisure, nope sleep on the draft, because the following morning a fresh clear mind’s clarity on re-reading will quite literally send cold hivers down your spine. I’ve been there (no not asking for women’s ‘dirty’ underwear), no the following day in a state, my heart pounding and thumping, I’ve I had to contact two work colleagues asking them to delete ‘the’ email, but each time they laughed which reveals I guess the fact they like me and know what I’m like, hmm that’s interesting yet frigging dangerously risky!
(Can asking for a female colleague’s worn knickers get someone the sack?)
What have I learnt about myself this past week on-line? I enjoy writing creating being on silly old WordPress, perhaps a little tooo much. I’m as impulsive as ever, (then again impetuous ‘written on a whim’ abandon has found me in bed with a woman I’ve been chatting to on-line these past few days, a devilish spontaneity has gotten me laid………) where was I, oh yes writing whatever is yes an enjoyable pastime.
Blah blah blah, lol read reply comment which ever it’s all good because either through talent or WordPress’s algorithms, I have never been so popular? for the seventh month on the trot my views have kept increasing? WTF? IT’S A BOY THING! Statistics numbers and lol dick lengths size matters! (Yep without fail when I gaze down at my aroused ‘hard as rock’ stiff penis, I imagine to myself ‘just think Andrew how deep inside a woman’s vagina you’ve been’ and that makes me either a mysogenist but definitely weird and truly happy, true anecdote).
The moral of today’s post. In everyday life, act in haste and you’ll repent at leisure.
On a final note there’ll be another posting next weekend (or tomorrow or whenever or lol next month? All good fun.)
I’ve heard said July 1st is the start of a New Year for many people (great idea btw), one of my resolutions would be to source a new homepage from my internet provider, one that doesn’t stream a personalized News feed that hits me ‘bang’ in the face every time I switch my PC on! One that doesn’t upset me and put me in a filthy mood for the rest of the day lol. Any ideas?(Re. Previous posting now removed)
So Andrew why share a video of Yuval Saloman playing ‘Comptine d’un autre été – l’après’? Well believe me or not (and I always tell the truth) when I tell you Yuval uploaded this piano video just for me way back on October 29th 2016.
I’m not fibbing, I enjoy watching her videos and wrote a comment asking if she could play Comptine d’un autre été, she gleefully replied yes…….. then filmed this video and released it onto her YouTube Channel!
OMG seems like only yesterday I requested she played this piece you’ll hear on Yann Tiersen’s soundtrack to the French movie Amelie, which reminds me I just have to watch this delightful tale once again sooon, goes without saying Audrey Tautou stole my heart ❤ .
Yuval Salomon is an Israeli pianist, she was born in 1997 has been playing the piano for 16 years and is a more popular YouTuber than myself which goes without saying! She opened her YouTube channel in 2016, has more than 180,000 subscribers with her videos running into millions of views…….. a very pretty and talented young lady indeed ❤ .
I had thought of ending my posting there but that would be unfair, yes a true story, well her Channel is now hugely popular and I avidly watch every new piano video miss Yuval Saloman releases for her many fans……. mind you I doubt many can say a performance was filmed just for them 😀 .
So there you are.
Like you all I’m addicted to watching YouTube videos but there’s a genre I truly adore, member’s of the public playing the piano in public spaces. Let me explain, pre lockdown you may have walked through city airports or train stations and noticed a solitary piano, perhaps you gave it a second glance thinking to yourself ‘what a strange place to leave an orchestral instrument all on it’s own?’ Or then again perhaps you already understand the purpose and the phrase ‘Come Play Me’ is familiar to you?
If not let me enlighten you lol, from New Orleans to London, Paris to Barcelona, pianos were placed in public spaces there for anyone to ‘seat’ themselves down and play a piece in front of a watching crowd of complete strangers……… and with the advent of mobile phone cameras, people recorded these bewitching performances and uploaded them onto YouTube…….. here’s 3 of my favorites.
Do you ever wake in the morning and just lay in bed staring at the ceiling and think to yourself ‘what’s the ******* point in getting up?’ Yes No? You’re only gonna log on to your laptop to be instantly faced with your browser’s personalised? newsfeed. Selected news stories that are truly upsetting, heart wrenching sad tales of personal tragedy, the ones where you think to yourself ‘there but for the grace of god go I’….. what’s more how did I upset my internet provider to deserve this unending stream of heart breaking near unimageable stories of human suffering, we know life’s unfair but people just don’t deserve to have their families ripped apart………. and what’s more tomorrow it could be you!
These are the reasons I don’t believe in Gods especially Muhammed and hate-filled Islam if I’m completely honest (write that in a blog and one demented extremist might find you), the reasons why I’m atheist and at peace with my choice. Lol please don’t ever stop me in the street and say “Jesus loves you”, don’t because I just might tell you to shove your nonsense or totally lose my ****! (That’s unless you’re a beautiful lady, then I’ll meekly reply “thankyou” whilst gazing longingly at your tits and thinking to myself ‘so what percentage of women don’t bother wearing panties?’) Cause I’m shallow like that. What’s more when I walk past that guy selling selling Christian pamphlets in Oxford’s city Centre, I honestly stare at him thinking to myself ‘you deluded man, shouldn’t you be handing out that nonsensical rubbish out for free, isn’t that what Jesus would have done?
Then again perhaps I should buy a few copies and then when I run out of toilet paper again, I can remove the sharp staples and use them to wipe my ass.
Living is pain depression suffering and ultimately pointless, you reach the end of your own personal journey then die hopefully knowing you’ve contributed to this beautiful planet’s ultimate destruction. Life is a simple matter of climbing out of bed, dragging your broken spirit through the day and if you’re completely truthful with yourself, hoping today will be your final day on earth……… lol now that’s cheered you up 😀 !
I really am a nice guy (hopefully seen as likeable) and yes capable of love also an empathy which makes living so emotionally draining, witnessing other people’s pain affects me deeply making me feel so unhappy…… jeeze the question of ‘does happiness really exist’ is a whole other posting and thankfully you’ll never read my opinions.
And what of this silly little blog I’ve enjoyed creating content for? (Not the reason for writing this posting btw, the prompt was six innocent human beings going about their daily business, only to die stabbed to death my two separate asylum seekers……….. and these people don’t understand why British people dislike them, and is our police force racist? Honestly? I would say they’re good men and women doing a thankless job, much the same as Doctors and Nurses.)
Enough politics, it is what it is 😦 , anyways I’m gonna have a shower then walk up to my mother’s for a natter, lol she’s the most positive person I know so she’ll soon (verbally) shake me out of my bad mood.
I’ve returned to work and using Cotton face Masks (cotton face coverings) whilst ‘riding’ on public Transport, apparently by Law we the travelling public are mandated to wear one, but irritatingly some member’s of the British Public aren’t wearing face coverings because Public Health rules don’t apply to them?
Wtf, medical experts from every Country across the Globe are advising we wear one, because although coverings DON’T stop you catching covid-19, they do stop the wearer spreading coroner virus if they display asymptomatic symptoms, but of course we British are libertarians (selfish assholes) and we pick and choose the laws that suit our style of living or alternatively to stick two fingers in the direction of Boris Johnson…….. Oh well that’s human nature for you, no point upsetting myself, I’m just hoping face Masks stop me catching THE virus whilst travelling to and from work on the bus, oh and forgot to say I use 72% alcohol hand sanitizer every time I alight, what more can we do?
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Price: £14.99 (+£1.95 postage and packaging)
I don’t usually write product reviews however seeing as I’ve been reading other’s reviews whilst shopping on-line, I thought I’d add my own this virus is scary s***. Consequently thanks to Amazon (not my favourite company but hey-ho), so I’ve purchased a variety of face Masks and in my opinion PMR are the most comfortable best fitting.
Disclaimer: They are sold as face masks and don’t claim to stop viruses, but then again we all know that 🙂 .
Experts are divided on whether we should wear masks however the opinion appears to be pro, and mandatory when travelling public transport, my personal opinion for what it’s worth is wearing in confined spaces cannot hurt. Five masks arrived and they really are very well made with an internal pocket to insert a filter, they’re well sewn from cotton which apparently is the best material to use and the elastic fits tightly around my ears, they fit really snuggly around the rest of my face as well.
I’ve dropped one (virtual) star because there is a slight gap between the mask either side of my nose, a problem on all masks and I guess an aluminum nose strip would have helped. Not to worry I’m happy with them and seeing as they are made of cotton they will be easy to wash, however ‘experts’ say hand wash only and don’t launder inside a washing machine!
And finally I’m sharing a ‘how to sew’ the Olson face Mask from YouTube, if I could use a sewing machine I’d definitely have an attempt at making one, however ‘me being me’ don’t be surprised if one day I do.
🙂 Topical or erotic stories, my WordPress is a place to express my thoughts and fantasies, I had deletedthis posting, but ‘what the heck’ I’ve sexually objectified White women’s bodies here, so theme this posting as diversity (redressing balance) anyways the last part amused ME because it’s true, lol that’s called a disclaimer and feel free to express furious anger!
Now as a rule I don’t discuss my workplace on this WordPress, I’d almost certainly be breaking department rules also my contract of employment and I’ve always the suspicion someone I know in real life just might be lurking in the shadows, walls have ears so to speak.
But I’ll relent just this once to share an email that dropped into my Inbox last week and no doubt prompted by racial tensions whether in America or the United Kingdom, an interesting thought provoking bulletin which will have far reaching implications for the department, working life post covid-19 will be different in SO many different ways………….. As an aside, pull down the 62 contentious bronze statues from their granite plinths, I don’t actually care for them and quite honestly up until three weeks ago, I didn’t realise so many eighteenth century transatlantic slave and plantation owners populated British cities, plus I suspect neither did 95% of the population………… the only real surprise is how they remained erect for so many years!
Returning to my employer’s stance on racism 🙂 .
‘The Department of ‘name removed’ is fully supportive of the University’s position and committed to advancing equality and diversity. As a community of scholars, we stand in support of those BAME communities who confront the day-to-day realities of inequality, discrimination and racism. We believe that a diverse community in which all feel comfortable and empowered to engage, results in better dialogue, better scholarship, and better outcomes for all. We stand for equity and inclusion across the spectrum.
Having said this, I acknowledge there are certainly areas in which we as a department should improve, most notably the balance among the ranks of academics and improved access for prospective students with BME backgrounds. We also need to assess and improve how we support BME staff and students once they are in post. To help guide us, the Department recently established an Equality & Diversity Committee (E&D), chaired by ‘name removed’, to take stock of our position and help formulate actions for taking us forward. These will include:
· Engaging in outreach to members of the BAME students and staff to develop a more complete and nuanced understanding of the issues that impact work and quality of life of affected individuals and groups.
· Developing an E&D section of the website, which will include better coverage of accomplishments and better links to information and resources.
· Reassessment of professional and social events we offer to find the most successful formulas for events that are truly inclusive.
· A pulse survey of to find out how recent events have affected all the different groups of people in the department. This will help us decide on the best actions for the rest of the summer.
· Strengthening the well-being support for BAME students and staff, who typically face substantial of stress, and especially right now.
· Maintaining our commitment to recruiting BAME students, for which I am pleased to say we are on an upward trajectory.
It is my hope as Head of Department that we can catalyze a process leading to a more balanced and equable space in which we can all work and learn.
This is clearly an aspiration whose fulfillment is long overdue.’
Now you’ll hopefully be anticipating the (controversial) opinion from a privileged white middle-aged male blogger’s perspective, to what I guess will be called my employer’s updated ethnic diversity mission statement, phew that’s a mouthful!
Well to be completely honest I’m going to disappoint because I obviously have no issues with this timely released bulletin, concise and to the point yet I suspect this final draught will have passed through many people’s finger tips, also critical gazes before this carefully written document was published. How will these objectives personally affect me? I guess the most obvious will be recruitment, if post covid-19 working life returns to a new normality, I’d guess (again) I’ll be working alongside more Black and Asian colleagues, fabulous I’m a friendly easy going guy and hopefully our personalities will gel, after all I’m NOT racist.
I’ve delved into a dictionary curious as to true meaning and well I’m not, if anything many commentators are clouding many complex issues all under the one word! And this needs reminding to myself, because my conduct and example to all the people I ever come into contact with I have to be comfortable with. In fact I’m looking forward to working with more colleagues recruited from the BAME community, and being completely honest also unsurprisingly to regular readers of this Blog, hopefully they’ll ALL be female, whether young or mature I’m easy.
I’d hope our personalities, sense of humour and outlook on life would click so to speak, oh and would be fabulous if any ethnic slip of a girl secretaries wore short skirts, or if mature ladies, their summer blouses appeared opaque when sunlight shined through. Yes I’m rather shallow like that, hopefully there’ll be large shapely bosoms, ‘peachy’ buttocks not forgetting I’m an easy guy to get along with and a colleague once remarked “Andrew likes everyone”, I’ve always loved that compliment.
Btw I’m in no way being patronizing.
And now for my Jerry Springer end of show wise words, for the past thirty years, I’ve worked alongside students colleagues from every corner of the globe anyhow, smiling faces that rotate every three or four years and hand on heart I can honestly say I’ve met some truly lovely men and women, we’ve laughed and chatted about every subject imaginable with two notable exceptions, an unspoken rule where neither politics or religion have been discussed because well, we haven’t! They’re tedious boring and a sure fire way of falling out with someone, nope we’ve chatted about the countries they call home, our families, sports and life etc……… you’ll not go far wrong if politics and religion are kept off limits, arguments ensue people get upset and ultimately any conversations are just darn tedious boring and divisive.
Btw I’ve added a new wish to my bucket list, you know the things to do before you die. I’m veering off message now, and just be aware my bucket list is neither adventurous particularly long or actually lol exists! But if you’re at all curious, my latest wish is to sleep with a Black lady before I ‘kick the bucket’ and better get a move on Andrew because you’re now closer to the end than the beginning.
I’m being neither nasty or unpleasant and I’ll admit to fantasies featuring casual sex with a West Indian or African lady, you know ‘ebony and creamy white’ body’s intimately entwinned my 6 inch dick deep inside her, and I have to say this day-dream fantasy of mine TRULY turns me on, forget any notions of long term relationships, now we’re talking carnal animal lust……. you know riding ‘cowgirl’ blowjobs swallowing and tasty cunnilingus!
Recalling off the top of my head I’ve slept with many women……. sure you wanted to know that fact, the point being to a woman they’ve all been White ladies, English Argentinian Spanish East European all aged from 20-55, we’ve enjoyed lol bedroom gymnastics and lovely ladies they were to, however I’ve never slept with a Black woman!
Does this really matter? No of course NOT because a woman’s skin tone is only skin deep, seconds after removing her bra, a mature Black woman’s boobs will drop to inches above her belly button similar to any mature White woman’s. A 20 year old Black woman’s pussy will be as tight as any young White woman’s, part her thighs and her intimacy will be pink and glistening wet no different whether White or Black, Indian or Chinese, French or Brazilian……… after all we all descend from Apes having walked out of the African Rift Valley hundreds of thousands of years ago………. only trouble is now I have to find this ethnic goddess of mine!
You’ll have to have read my sexy postings to appreciate I adore all women whether age 20 or 60 (I’ve slept with a 50 year Polish lady with a dodgy knee btw) oh and keep in mind any reckless honesty is all good natured and certainly not intended to offend……. jeeze people are either appalled disgusted by whatever, or apologising….. so whatever happened to disagreeing with a point of view then moving on?
I place the blame fairly and squarely with Twitter.
Hate Twitter sooo much!
Anyways moving on.
Sun’s shining today and temperatures are approaching 30 degrees Celsius ‘sticky’, humid even, and when there’s a heatwave in the UK we all know what happens, early morning before leaving the house you’ll find excited women rummaging through their summer wardrobe draw looking for sweet nothings! The consequence whether young or the more mature, they’ll shed their winter clothes no different to a caterpillar over-night being transformed into a beautiful butterfly and displaying ‘her’ delicate brightly decorated wings…. I sooo look forward to hot days like these.
Both morning break and lunchtime I’ve wandered around Oxford city streets (remember I’m lol not a pervert) both captivated by their glorious femininity and feeling hard and aroused women watching! Whether wearing tight body hugging tee shirts with plunging neckline revealing an ample cleavage, or high waisted hot pants displaying long slender milk white thighs in need of a suntan, maybe bouncing jiggly breasts strapped into tight fitting bras I’ve had a fabulous day’s viewing…….. omg I’ve enjoyed myself.
In fact there’s been so much tits leg and ass today, I’m feeling quite invigorated and rejuvenated, forget Brexit the Covid-19 pandemic and BLM demonstrations they’ve been far from my mind, oh AND as luck would have it (although she was walking holding hands with her boyfriend) a young woman even passed me on the pavement absent of bra beneath her tee, close my eyes and I can still see her quivering boobs and pointy protruding nipples……. 🙂 lucky boyfriend!
However today didn’t begin so jolly.
Early this morning on my bus journey to work, I had intended to share my angry opinion of last night’s controversial events, you see an airplane flew over a televised soccer match towing a banner with the words ‘White Lives Matter’ emblazoned in large black lettering, (Google image if you can be bothered…. I wouldn’t).
Forward to this morning’s news headlines and the ‘s*** has well and truly hit the fan’, everyman and his dog is feeling mortally offended, Club Captains are ‘deeply ashamed’ by this racist heinous stunt, football Chairmen are both ‘disgusted’ and disowning this wicked statement of fact, worse still politicians have climbed their soap boxes spouting words of condemnation the upshot being there’s now to be a Police enquiry. You’ll have guessed myself and work colleagues are unimpressed, it now appears using the phrase BLM is to be applauded and acceptable, however in I guess response to 3 innocent white men being slaughtered by a knife wielding Islamic extremist at the weekend, a tragedy ripping apart three white families, it now appears we indigenous white Englishman can no longer say White Lives Matter!
Then again perhaps us ‘Whites’ don’t like admitting we’re all racists? I used to think I wasn’t but now I’m not so sure?
The phrase (lot of phrases in tonight’s posting) the saying “it is what it is” comes to mind, rightly or wrongly when discussing race relations in 2020 Britain different rules appear to apply, maybe. Anyways this evening I’ve a smile upon my face, a happy heart and the nerves in the tip of my penis are still tingling, better still tomorrow’s gonna be even hotter! Ladies today still wearing their cold weather coats or perhaps even carrying an umbellar, will be raiding their own summer wardrobe as I speak, what’s more I know from experience there’ll be even more tits ass and long legs to appreciate tomorrow, yep I’ll be taking even longer (less than acceptable) gazes in their glorious direction!
So now I’m going to day dream thoughts of pretty age appropriate young ladies I’ve witnessed today and stroke my arousal to orgasm, then cool myself off finishing with a cold invigorating shower. My final word is? Ladies when you’re going about your day wearing ‘plunging’ tops or revealing a little leg below summer dress hems, just be aware we men notice the ladies who turn us on and masturbate dreaming about them later!
Anyone who’s followed my WordPress might be aware I LOVE❤ 1980’s music (well all the classic tunes anyway), and they don’t come any ‘classier‘ than Depeche Mode’s Enjoy The Silence, this song has NEVER dated!
I don’t mean to scare any readers, but yes that is a photo of me and very rare it is to on this Blog! Modelling my mother’s hand sewn face mask she made me also other u family relations, btw extremely impressivethey are to.
After 13 weeks agonisingly tedious legally enforced lockdown I’ve now returned to work, fantastic news. My Boss phoned to ask if I was interested in coming back, no pressure was made and the decision was completely voluntary, consequently without any hesitation I answered yes before really asking all the detail. Soon after I was forwarded risk assessments, method statement, photos of how the inside of the building looks with direction arrows on the walls, and yes I’m aware there are risks of possibly catching this blessed Covid-19 (possibly dying even), but jeeze we cannot all remain locked in our homes forever!
So as of last Thursday I returned, THEN Boris Johnson passed a law saying that from this past Monday, wearing face protection is to be mandatory on all public transport (or pay a £25 fine!) I commute by bus so now along with 20 other passengers we all have to wear a face mask, however it’s not tooo uncomfortable, and public transport will only be the beginning because I believe anyone visiting Hospital or the Dentist has to wear a mask……. as did my plumber when he came to service my central heating boiler!
Face masks, directional arrows on the floor, and sanitizer dispensers fixed to the wall are the new normality, get used to these restrictions or remain locked inside your home for evermore……. lol the choice is yours. Incidentally face mask prices are beginning to drop on Amazon which is fantastic, hundreds of manufacturers jumped into the market consequently there’s tooo many masks and prices are being cut, yay that’s called the ‘Law of Supply and Demand’ in a Free Market.
Face masks contain filters and below are links to two US army websites who’ve tested every filter material imaginable…… Jeye cloths hand-towels and coffee filters included.
Just so as you know I’ve learnt a great deal about Britain’s involvement in the slave trade, or should I re-phrase that, British businessmen financed by British banks, sailing their transatlantic ships to West Africa where they captured and enslaved Black African unfortunate souls. Now fully laden with a desperate human cargo they returned to selected American States, to live and die in forced labour camps (cotton plantations), with the grand finale of transporting bales of hand picked cotton to Lancashire cotton mills, and in the process making a great many White men vast amounts of money….. and there lies Britain’s twenty first century guilty problem, now it’s people are expected to accept a seventeenth century Trader’s guilt as their own.
F*** that……… I’m not playing that game!
I get it! But I’ll be damned if I’m going to feel guilty for crimes I neither committed or were party to……. George Floyd didn’t deserve to die chocked to death under the foot of a racist policeman, Black lives matter I get it, now this atrocious crime has triggered British blood letting the like of I’ve never seen before. Statues celebrating slave Traders ‘good work’s’ paid for by blood money are toppling (the beginning), but perhaps leave them standing, attach a bronze plague with the words:
‘Here stands Slave Trader Edward Colstona racist’,
then allow intelligent passers-by a moment of thought and contemplation as they remember just for a second, this figure cast in bronze before them enslaved and sold human beings.
After much thought also searching of the soul I’ve come to a momentous decision I AM NOT going to be party to this circus I’m going to phrase ‘hunt down everyone with a tenuous historical connection to slavery’, nope I’m not going to use what little time I have left on this planet apologising for my country’s Colonial past, nope I’m taking no part in this hate filled campaign to search every cultural nook and cranny in the hope of finding places, songs, people that may or may not have an association with Britain’s shameful slave capturing past. Yes truly awful, but to be quite honest I’m not gonna expend emotional energy saying sorry to every do gooder liberal who’s deeply offended by ‘my’ chequered past, I didn’t do the crime!….. I’ve enough to worry about with Brexit, Covid-19 and my employment.
Who knows perhaps my Grandfather’s business published sheet music with the words and melody to a happy negro singing a plantation tune, could have happened, and this one example of a ridiculous charade will play out in White families up and down the land, all wondering if they to have a connection to Britain’s slavery.
Just leave it be.
One other thing, I’m not partaking in this orgy of mudslinging where everyone is accusing everyone else of being racist……. a ridiculous spectacle to the point where the word’s true meaning is lost!
Boxer Anthony Joshua says Blacks should only donate to Black charities…… what a lovely thing to say 😦 and heal a nation.
America’s race riots are little over a week old, life will return to a normality and hopefully change will blossom into a country where Blacks and Whites can co exist (more) peacefully, I’m saying no more, not my business. However they’ve triggered British racial tensions that are only just beginning, 80 Policeman have been assaulted, police cars pelted with stones as they pass city streets, riots in major cities and lol hundreds of road signs to be renamed……… it’s only the beginning oh and btw we’re living through a health pandemic killing 42,000 people…….. just saying!
You’d like an example? Ok then, Liverpool’s Penny Lane, made famous by The Beatles is “in danger of being renamed” if links to slavery are found. Researching will take time but people won’t wait for democracy to run it’s course, nope in the in-between time, iconic Penny Lane was last week defaced following claims it’s associated with 18th century slave merchant James Penny. You see the city of Liverpool has a dark and shameful past their politicians and citizens would rather wished never happened, hundreds of years ago the port of Liverpool carried around 1.5 million enslaved Africans on approximately 5,000 voyages, with the vast majority going to the Caribbean. Vast wealth was accumulated, schools and hospitals constructed in Colston/Penny’s names but these good works now count for nothing…….. and perhaps they shouldn’t?Discuss.
So Penny Lane one of the most beautiful soulful ballads ever written, is to be no more, mark my words if a connection is discovered the Beatles song will be removed from Radio playlists, dropped by Spotify. I kid you not, remember the most financially successful film ever made ‘Gone With The Wind, has been dropped by HBO (ok lol, I agree the content is err a little questionable 😉 ). My take on the hysterics surrounding Penny Lane’s ‘should it stay or should it go?’ My opinion for what it’s worth is leave the Street be and keep the name Penny Lane, yes this song’s inspiration just may have been James Penny, but so what, what better way to remember this evil slave trader’s shameful past than have a Street named after him for everyone to read and see….. and as for all this money time and effort trying to research if there is a connection……. why doesn’t someone pick up the phone and ask Paul McCartney! (I’m 🙂 rather pleased with that observation all my own.)
June 10th a Police officer is wrestled to the floor and punched by several youths as if he were a punchbag, this horrifying assault took place near the Frampton Road in the London Borough of Hackney, and I’d suggest these recent nationwide attacks are the consequence of when a just and honourable campaign to clean up the world’s Police forces, spirals downward into hysteria, the consequence of a loss of respect for thousands upon thousands of good men and women emergency workers, and incidentally I’m NOT attempting to diminish and trivialise the ‘Black lives matters’ campaign sweeping the globe. But if you’d like my personal opinion (and you’re gonna get it anyway lol), woke celebrities using their public platforms demanding defunding of the Police, also media outlets broadcasting hours of Police brutality coverage has instructed the public to mistrust all Police officers, remind them that if they’re unfortunate enough to be stopped and questioned by a thug in uniform, just keep in mind, ‘push the correct buttons’ and he/she has the potential to murder you.
Defund the Police? Are these celebs ‘batshit’ crazy, who they gonna phone terrified from their ‘panic rooms?‘
Lashings of overstated hyperbole for you there.
I’m not overplaying the shock these horrific images in today’s newspapers have created, the public are genuinely upset, and I know I’ve written of my distain for Twitter, but apparently the social media platform is in meltdown with people expressing support for our Police, when your Grandmother is attacked and robbed in the High Street, or your girlfriend sexually assaulted whilst walking through a Park late evening, or a friend killed by a drunken hit and run driver, or your business broken into and burgled who are you going call?……… Not ghostbusters you’re gonna call your local Police force!
I’m really am unsure as of today, are we supposed to respect or mistrust our emergency worker’s in uniform? I’m not joking btw.
In my humble opinion there’s only ONE way to redress the balance because all respect has evaporated then again we live in chaotic times end of! Oh yes my opinion or let’s say an idea, I’d suggest all Policemen and Policewomen should go on strike for one weekend, a social experiment have you will and I’d suggest after 48 hours of countrywide lawlessness, looting, rape, theft, violence with not a Police officer on call for help, we may have a new found respect for those who uphold our Laws. Would be an interesting experiment.
I’ll begin by saying I’m constructing a wooden model fire engine, a scaled down version of the ‘DENNIS F9‘ fire tender, and please refer to my previous three postings because they explain all……. that’s if you’re curious of course 🙂 .
(I’m not vain posting my model pics here, I’ve just enjoyed documenting the progress.)
I’ve been furloughed by my employer this past 14 weeks hence my need of a hobby project (in other words improve my waning mental health) , and the photos above represent my progress so far however HOWEVER! This maybe the furthest I get for a while, I’ve been recalled back to work as of ‘sooon’, therefore I’ve purchased bottles of alcohol base hand-gel also 30 disposable face masks all in readiness, all because I’ll be using public transport and to say I’m apprehensive is an understatement.
I’m very happy to be returning though 🙂 even though the PPE is going to be expensive, but welcome to the new ways of working Andrew……. post COVID-19 working is going to be a very different way of living.