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  Wed 6th November 2024

At some point shortly after the last entry I noticed that Firefox was warning me about "dangers" should I proceed to my own website. My SSL Certificate had expired.

I only had the vaguest understanding of what that means; all I know is that the new owners of my hosting company were asking £50 a year to pay for something that used to be free. Fortunately I found some instructions about how to do it yourself, so now loobynet is all badged and stamped.


A gay night after work drink in my local. Bouncing Glaswegians were chanting IRA songs after watching the Celtic game. I was moaning about my lack of a roster to a black lad, who said that he was a security guard at the nearby shopping centre and knows what he's doing months ahead. I got a bit bored with him after a while as he kept saying the same thing over and over again, so I turned to the white man on my left.

"I wouldn't change my upbringing for anything," he said, after telling me about going to a nuns' school in Ireland and being rapped hard on the knuckles "for nothing". Somehow the conversation veered into sex. "And I can tell you, he was better at sucking it than she was." He made a bit of a show about having missed his last bus, but I indicated no more to the barmaid and went home. The sex life I could have if I were gay.


Me and Mel went to Lille for a few days. A little girl photobombed us.

We went by train all the way, and arrived in an airbnb place so small it depressed me a bit, and I was surreptitiously looking on my phone around for hotel rooms we could stay in, before I resigned myself to it.

Lille's a grand city that feels like a capital. Our tour guide told us that the magnificent church of St Maurice is falling slowly into the high water table (Lille = L'Isle) as the wooden subterranean piles on which it stands are eroded.

The food was a bit of a challenge. I ordered sardines rillettes, which, for €12, was a can of sardines half-opened with the key, with a few splashes of paprika on the plate. In the main square, after failing to find anywhere in the better area still serving at 1.40pm, we had a local speciality called "Welsh", which consists of a beer-soaked hunk of bread buried under a mound of melted cheese. It was heart-strangling and difficult to eat. The story goes that during the Napoleonic Wars a captured Welsh soldier introduced them to rarebit, which they adapted and adopted. After day four, I was longing for something green and raw.

The people were friendly. In a bar, a man mistook me for a waiter, so after explaining that I wasn't what he was looking for, I left him and his group to get settled, then got up and went over to them. "Alors, vous avez choisi?" Unfortunately my French wasn't up to understanding their jokey replies. But... on doit essayer.

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Comment from: kono [Visitor]

Great to see the SSL problem is sorted, i was being warned to stay away or strange men would steal my info ,) i should have stated not a problem it’s all over the dark web anyway with the security breaches that take place daily…

The French have never been known for their sense of humor have they? and once again the things we have in common, when i was younger my sister dubbed me a “fag magnet", not the most politically correct mind you but pretty accurate, i’ve often said the same thing as you, if only lol!!!

but don’t forget the brilliant line from the John Waters film Pecker… it’s not gay if they’re blowing me… (actually the character is saying it to his mother, lol!)

Thu 7th November 2024 @ 12:15 Reply to this comment
Comment from: looby [Visitor]

John Waters… didn’t he do that film where Divine ate a bit of poo? Bet he’d have been right good company on a night out.

I’m enjoying your tales of redundancy btw. It’s a cracking story.

Thu 7th November 2024 @ 19:36 Reply to this comment
Comment from: kono [Visitor]

Yes! he does have a film where Divine eats some poo, dog poo apparently, in Pink Flamingos… a night out with Mr. Waters does appear it would be a rather stimulating night on the town indeed!

Wed 13th November 2024 @ 13:13 Reply to this comment
Comment from: exile on pain street [Visitor]

Were you in Lille, France, correct? Or Lille, Belgium? You see, in addition to having a TV clown for a President, we Americans are geographically illiterate. I’m not bragging or trying to be funny. It’s sad.

How are you, pal? Glad you’re still laying down the good lines.

Sat 16th November 2024 @ 22:57 You are currently replying to this comment
Comment from: [Member]

Hello Exile! Thought I’d replied to this last night, but let’s try again.

You’re excused from being confused about Lille, as although it’s in France, it’s so close to the Belgian border that you could walk into Belgium in a couple of hours.

As far as the US is concerned – well, you have my every sympathy. If it weren’t so important, and affect so many people, it would be amusing to watch from a safe distance.

Mon 18th November 2024 @ 09:10 Reply to this comment


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