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  Thu 15th September 2011

I texted Denise whilst going to collect a wine rack and a ladder from a local Freecycler. She's about to take up a job over the border, so I said "[Pet name], have I lost you to Yorkshire?" Almost; she's moving to Leeds tomorrow but said that when she's settled down a bit we should go to Opera North or West Yorkshire Playhouse, or perhaps somewhere a bit more cultural like The Angel, aka Invalidity Benefit Central, mine and Kim's old pub haunt and a booze-sodden second home to the most entertaining sots in Yorkshire. I slowed to a stop, getting turned on just by texting her.

I clanked home with the ladder. I rang Karen to confirm that we were still going out with Helen, as arrangements involving Helen can turn into somewhat moveable feasts. "Karen, I have in my hands a wine rack and a ladder. What woman would pass over the chance to met a man thus equipped?" Before we met, Helen said "I think you and Karen should get together." I wish I could meet someone locally rather than spending these hours on the train for even theoretical friskiness, but there's the problem of the Already Existing Boyfriend, and I've had enough of that to last me a lifetime.

I did my best to ignore my clenching hiatus hernia which sent me away to be privately sick a couple of times. When I mentioned a walk I had planned to do in the Languedoc with a blog friend, she knew about the Albigensian Crusade and the Cathars, which makes it even more surprising that the word "jewellery" is misspelt on more than one occasion on her website, but she's got nice tits so that's alright.

But I must arise now and go to Glasson Dock. A friend has offered to show me her big bush and told me to do what I like with it, so we're going to trim it and get a couple of gallons of elderberry wine going.

This weekend, I will mainly be on a dancefloor in Lytham at the Modern Soul Weekender, with a long-standing reader of this blog. If you can stay still to music like this you ought to see a doctor urgently because there's something seriously wrong with your central nervous system.


Do you ever hang out with the boys to watch a football game or ogle women?

Off topic: I’ll bet the title of your blog generates a lot of unsavory search hits. You should post the keywords one day. Years ago I did a post about how I though the “Disney princesses” were too “sexy” for “children” and, to this day, I still get a lot of creepy search hits.

Thu 15th September 2011 @ 11:56
Comment from: ISBW [Visitor]

Have you read The Yellow Cross? Marvellous. I once stayed in a gite at the foot of the ancient Peyreperteuse castle. I swear at night you could hear the Cathar screams.

In fact, I probably know more about Catharism than I do about tits.

Thu 15th September 2011 @ 15:28
Comment from: [Member]

UB: Occasionally, but I tend to knock about with women. The idea of sitting around with men gorping salaciously at women does not appeal in the slightest. If I’m walking behind a woman with a nice arse, and I notice a man come alongside me, looking at her as well, I look at something else. If I’m in a pub and a man says something sexual about a woman, I just go “Hmm” and change the subject. It makes me feel uneasy. I’m not sure what I’m signing up to. Men are fucked up. You’re best off keeping a distance from them. Except me of course. I’m lovely.

On my stats recorder I can only have two week’s worth of search terms, but they have been:

school girl nickers
i hate greggs
blonde sex opendns guide no
“lynsey hanley”
shelly nadashi
Labrini TV ad
woodlands hotel silverdale
lambrini girls
alexander thomson villas
Schoolgirl knickers
sex schoolgirl
schoolgirl knickers
pub croatia

Pity the pervert who can’t spell.

Thu 15th September 2011 @ 23:44
Comment from: [Member]

ISBW: No, but a brief look at the Amazon reviews indicate it’s been enthusiastically received. I hope the screams were just a form of auto-suggestion, but that must be a very atmospheric gîte!

Thu 15th September 2011 @ 23:49

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