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Good Pharma

  Thu 30th June 2022

One advantage of pulling a trolley backwards down a train is having a vantage point from which one can angle into women's frontages, and to see what everyone's doing on their computers and phones; so I slowed down as I passed a Fellow of the Royal College of Pharmacists who was wearing a brown v-necked dress with a scalloped black bra over-reaching the dress's seams. I come across as gay, which gives me an advantage.

She had this plastic folder of papers open, rectangular boxes and text. I was looking at her bra and stroking her tits with my eyes. I did a tilt of the head as I passed her. Smiling in a way that was probably too much of an attempt to please. "Any tea, coffee, refreshments?"

She wanted a coffee. I started doing the faff of it all. "So you're the lucky girl who's been sent to Crewe for a day out?" And she told me about a presentation she was going to for a recently deceased pioneering Welsh pharmacist. She told me about how he made outreach and inclusion efforts avant la lettre for people who wouldn't think of a chemical career. "Ah well you've got a lovely day for it," I said, to wind down the sex in my head, stroke, cock. My cock would be nice against your cheek before I pushed it into your mouth. "Right, that's two pounds forty, that's gone through fine, ok, have a good journey." I hope she understood at least some of it.

Sometimes I have quite a bit of idle time on the journeys so I read The Sea-Grape Tree by Rosamond Lehmann in one day. I get drawn into Lehmann. It's a benign addiction, to swim into someone's oeuvre.

I'm off on hols to Brittany tomorrow for a fortnight, with Kirsty, our daughters, and this increasingly large bunch of lezzer actressy girlfriends they're acquiring. It's gonna be ace.


Comment from: kono [Visitor]

Ah that holiday sounds brilliant!! And we’re quite alike you and me… except i’m 6′4 and so i naturally have that angle of “woman’s frontages", lol! - not that i ever look mind you… (i might be lying.)

Sat 2nd July 2022 @ 13:34 Reply to this comment
Comment from: looby [Visitor]

Of course you don’t kono! I just wish I had your natural advantage :)

Sat 23rd July 2022 @ 22:18 Reply to this comment
Comment from: Scarlet [Visitor]

Oh you are awful, but I like you!
Have a great holiday!

Sun 3rd July 2022 @ 19:24 Reply to this comment
Comment from: looby [Visitor]

Yes Miss S it was superb. A man wandered into my room at Gatwick. It wasn’t nice actually but more on that next time.

Sat 23rd July 2022 @ 22:20 Reply to this comment
Comment from: monkey man [Visitor]

What are you doing swanning off to France when you’re meant to be on strike?

Sun 3rd July 2022 @ 20:02 Reply to this comment
Comment from: looby [Visitor]

MM, I wouldn’t go from Llanfairfechlan to Pontysyllech on Wednesday if I were you.

Sat 23rd July 2022 @ 22:21 Reply to this comment
Comment from: Eeryl [Visitor]

A fortnight in Brittany, how lovely! Hope you had a splendid time. I’ve not read Lehmann, do you have a favourite?

It sounds like you’ve found your perfect job!x

Sun 17th July 2022 @ 08:52 Reply to this comment
Comment from: looby [Visitor]

I’d start with Dusty Answer. Then go on to The Weather in the Streets, which perhaps is a better novel (but what do I know about that?) because they lead on from one another. She draws me in. She’s got the knack of combining narrative movement – getting on with it – with a sensual, physical quality of self-reflection and a concentration on the moment whilst not *dwelling* on it, like Woolf can do sometimes (who is great at doing it of course, I’m not knocking Woolf, it’s just Lehmann is a bit more like the woman I’d like to have a sherry with). I really like her.

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Comment from: Eryl [Visitor]

I appear to have spelt my own name wrong above!

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Comment from: looby [Visitor]

You’re nae leering at me are ye Eeryl?

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Comment from: 63mago [Visitor]

“Looby and the Lezzers”

I just abstain from writing the teaser.

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Comment from: looby [Visitor]

Go on, write it! :)

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