Life and Bread

Its officially friday now. This means that it has been a week - my longest gap yet - since i last blogged. Kind of weird as at various times in the past week, i was certain i'd post a thing or two. One week later and here we are, i am finally posting something.


I like the public transport system in London. I think its a great way to get around and you get to see all kinds of people from the weird and wonderful to the bizarre and even annoying. Today on the way to work we had to stand for a bit while the driver and some dude argued. Basically the driver was trying to explain to the guy that his oyster card hadnt been debited and the guy wasnt having it. A nice woman offered to pay his fare (£1.50) to end it all but the guy turned her down. In the end he walked off the bus with his lady friend still on the bus. I have always wanted to offer to pay someone's fare and as yet have not done so. Hopefully i will get a chance someday.


Anyways the guy walks off and this guy and girl who had been standing pretty much next to me start talking semi-loudly. They were talking about him possibly becoming a male escort and the conversation moved on to outfits. My particular favourite was when she said "you'd be surprised what i can fit into". She was speaking of a pink leather suit, a sort of catwoman kind of outfit. I also learned that as a student he was quite broke a lot of the time and was now used to not having breakfast or even lunch principally due to a lack of funds. She kindly suggested that he buys bread and eats it over a couple of days. According to him "you get bored of bread after a while dont you". I have to agree with him on that one. Many years ago i was broke a lot of the time and bread became a staple diet. Special thanks to Tesco and their bread wars with the other Supermarkets for ensuring we always had plenty of the stuff. The novelty soon wore of but we continued to buy and eat the stuff as we were too broke at the time. Aahh those were the days.


What is it about the past that makes us remember it with fondness. At the time it wasnt too much fun but now i can look back on that time with a bit of fondness and in a much light-hearted manner. Sometimes i look back on my experiences and it seems like it all happened in another galaxy far far away. It gets to the point where i sometimes even begin to think if those things ever happened at all. Here's to life, the experiences and fetish wear conversations on buses.

Friday

Its 7.31 am. The girlfriend is still in bed and i am awake blogging. This is slightly unusual cos i am very familiar with the snooze button on my alarm, infact it is fair to say that we are best buddies. It's oddly quiet all round, there are almost no cars on the street which is very weird cos in the next 27 minutes they'll appear from nowhere.

I like Friday's for a couple of reasons:

I get paid on Fridays :-)))
I can stay awake as long as i like without repercussions
Everyone seems to generally be in a better mood

For now those reasons will have to do but i'm sure it can be extended to the length of ...err something that is extended. Anyways i hope today turns out to be a good friday for all and everyone. Apparently i have to go get ready for work now so ciao.

Happy Friday people. Have fun.

I, Chef

Contrary to the voices in my head, it seems i am not a very good cook. Proof positive has emerged just now. I am not yet a rubbish cook but at this rate, it wont be long before i'll ordained as a Chef de crap.

For years i have been cooking this particular dish and it seems that it has steadily gotten worse. The same applies for some other meals that i cook. What the fuck is going on? My one saving grace is that there are still a few that i have not gotten worse at. Plus the fact that every once in a while i truly amaze myself with my cooking.

One would imagine that having cooked the same thing for years, it would have been refined to an artform by now. I am henceforth adding becoming a better cook on my list. The plan is quite simple, i shall write a list of dishes/meals that i cook regularly and improve each one until it is at worst a 7/10 (10 being the dogs bollocks). Thankfully the number of meals is not more than 5. In theory this should make it easier but it will probably not be that easy.

Hopefully by the end of this month i will be able to cook at least 1 of these dishes and score my minimum of 7/10. What's your cooking like? Where would you score yourself on a scale of 10.

Right now i'd give myself an overall score of 6/10.

Just saw an advert on the tele for L'oreal with Scarlett Johansson. As can be seen from this post, i think she is very good looking, to be precise i think she is stunning.

And yet the nice people at L'oreal have contrived to make her look not very nice. Using a combination of too much make-up and general cheesiness of the advert, they were able to make the young lady look not too nice at all. This is so uncool.

It is however not an entire surprise. A lot of famous women who go on to do adverts for cosmetic companies end up looking slightly (sometimes majorly) doll-like, unattractive and very cheesy.

There is a very clear lesson from all this. If you are famous and a cosmetics company wants to sign you up for their adverts. Just say no.

Dreams

Everybody is a dreamer. You, me, him, her, them, everyone single human on this planet. We are all dreamers. It is why we get up in the morning and bother to leave our house. Dreams are good for the human body and mind, they are a source of hope. The thing about dreams though is that they need to be fulfilled; if not they become not a source of hope but of frustration and anger even.

The other crap thing about dreams is that they are seldom easy to achieve. They usually require a lot of hardwork, irrational thinking and sometimes a leap of faith.

I have worked in a lot of places in my short time on this planet and i have met a myriad of people. The personalities of course differ greatly but the common factor is that they all have dreams. Dreams of doing something else, of being somewhere else, living a different lifestyle, learning a different language, following their hearts desires.
Another common factor in most of these people was the lack of action regarding these dreams. Most people just sit there and dream while doing little to make their dream a reality. Why? Why do we do this? The answer is simple, fear. Fear of the unknown. Fear like we all know is a powerful thing.

I am trying to follow my dream. Like i have mentioned before, i am semi self-employed. The downside is a lack of job security, immense frustration and a downturn in my fiscal wellbeing. The upside is a slight (but not complete) sense of achievement, i am learning new things and generally my current state of employment is better for my mental well being. The last point is almost priceless. I have seen too many miserable employees in my 7 working years and i hope to heaven that i do not end up like that.

My advice is to follow your dreams but be very aware and prepared for the crap that comes along with doing that.
One more caveat. Follow your dreams but only within the limits of reason. Going on a trek around the world while leaving your little child with relatives for example is not cool IMO.

All is full of love

1 minute past the hour of 1 in the morning. I love, i mean absolutely love this time of the day/night. The silence, calm, clarity that exists. I am at my most creative, inspired at this time of night. Some really good music also helps.

I am listening to Bjork - All is full of love. I really like the video for this song and i really really like her as an artist. Some of her music is not my cup of tea but i respect the fact that she is very different from 95% of everything else that is out there. A toast to Bjork and her quirky ways.

I made a list today. Nothing special about making lists i suppose but the difference was in the type of list. For example a list of shopping required at Tesco is different from say a list of my top 10 sexual favours. The list i made is an attempt by me to improve myself generally speaking. This is unusual because normally i'd just have a running summary in my head and that would be that. I decided that the bus journey into work would be a good time & place to make my list, and so i did.

Some of the things on the list include:

Eating better
Call/speak to my friends/family more
See my friends more
Spend more time with my girlfriend
Read more
Become more disciplined

I suppose some things on that list are quite obvious and some not so. I would imagine it would seem a bit weird for me to include spending more time with my girlfriend on the list seeing as we live together. However i tend to spend a lot of time on the computer and i mean a lot. I also used to read a lot and while my appetite for reading is still there, the focus/discipline required is in the dusty attics of my person. So the plan is to work on the things on that list and some that i didnt mention here.

I am confident that it will work, i just have to push myself is all. I guess we'll see the results/effects by the end of the month. I would not be too pleased with myself if nothing happens. Of course there are mitigating factors and such-like.

Wish me luck. If it comes through, i'm buying chips for everyone. With salt, vinegar and most importantly Chilli sauce. It is a crime that chips is served/eaten without Chilli sauce. How do these people sleep at night?

Mother & Child

In the news today is a woman of 63 who is soon to be a mum, she is currently 7 months pregnant. There are mixed reactions from congratulations to accusations of selfishness.

I am kind of in the middle. On the one hand, people have a right to have a child. Procreation is afterall in the interests of our species. Children can bring immense happiness to parents, relatives, friends and even strangers. I have lost count of times that a child has put a smile on my face simply by smiling at me first. Kids are cool - end of.


On the other hand, she is 63 and i presume she will be having a cesarean. Not to mention the required energy levels she will need to cope with a constantly crying child. Babies need attention, and lots of it. In about 4/5 years the baby will be wanting to walk/run everywhere as they tend to do and may need chasing after. She will be 67/68 at this point. By the time the baby is 10, she'll be 73. By the time the baby grows to his/her mid-teens, she will be 77/78. To put it bluntly, she may even be dead by that time. It goes without saying that i dont wish her dead.

It is her right to have a baby. I cannot say for certain that i am convinced she is doing the responsible thing.

Good luck to her and i sincerely wish her all the best.

Watch the girls go by

Hello people. It is a gorgeous day here in London. The hottest day of the year so far with a temperature of 26C, it will of course get hotter later in the year.

Today was a preview of what is in store (the main event) in the summer. The main event of summer is of course lots of young ladies everywhere wearing very little clothing. Nice.

Very nice.

Included in this is of course my girlfriend. She has just returned and informed me of men giving her the eye all day. Proving what i have known all along; that my girlfriend is quite fit.

So here is to beautiful women that come out to play when the sun comes out.

Of pills and shagging

In the last week or so, there has been a story in the media about the male equivalent of the pill being available sometime in the future - no time scale has as yet been given i think. Apparently it works by basically reducing your sperm count to infertile levels. Should you wish to get back to your normal fertility levels, cease taking the pill and after 3-4 months it should be back and you can start making babies again should you wish.

A link to the story and a debate on the Times website is here

There is a comment on the Times debate page that has me vexed.

"Trusting a man to remember to take his birth control Pill? Scary thought." Kim, California

That is a very silly statement IMO. Women like her IMO make men not trust women because by her comments, she doesn't trust men. Does she really think that every guy out there who is having sex wants to have a baby, that when he meets a girl in the bar he is thinking "she looks like she has a nice womb".

This pill if it does come into the market will enable men to take control of their own fertility. It will also benefit those who prefer to have sex with no condoms because it reduces the pleasure of sex (there is still the problem of STD's).

That is the main bad point about this pill if it does come about. It cant do jack against STD's. There is a possibility of loads of men and women who will be shagging for queen and country delighted by the lack of worry about babies. This consequently may (or may not) lead to an increase in the occurence of STD's.

I hope it comes out soon enough and hopefully with no serious side effects. So long as it is safe, i'd take it.

pardonnez-moi Londres

I went to see a friend today and i had to take the tube. Well technically speaking i didnt have to take the tube, i could have taken the bus but i'd still be on my way back by now. I digress. So i took the tube and....oh before i forget, tube prices. WTF is up with that shit. £3.00 fucking quid for a single not even a return. I know London is expensive but in all gorgeousness why does it have to be that high. Stupid question actually as i know the answer is a shortfall in govt funding. But that is besides the point, it is expensive. Too fucking expensive. Anyways i paid £4.90 for a day travelcard (zone 1-2) and got on the tube.

I get to the my destination and walk to the escalators to get above ground. So there i am engaged in thoughts of how to save the world and stuff and i notice something. People who are walking past me on the way up the escalators are weaving between me and some dude 2 stairs ahead of me. He is standing on the other side of the escalators!!. Sacre Bleu!!.
This is London and standing on both sides of the escalators is not cool at all. It is a crime above all crimes. If looks could kill, tourists wouldnt come to London anymore as we would have killed millions of them for committing this most heinous of crimes. I cannot begin to describe just how much we Londoners loathe people who do this. It is one of the few things that brings us together.

ALL standing is on one side so people can walk or run up the other side of the escalators. So there i am slagging this dude off as you do. From the corner of my eye i notice that a girl behind me is trying to get my attention. I turn to her and she says to me with a smile "you are supposed to stand on the other side". Thinking she must have got it wrong (i am a proud citizen of London and veteran of the tube afterall) i look at the rest of the people on the escalators. They are all standing on the other side of the escalator. Still thinking that there must be some other explanation, i look at the signs between the escalators.

It reads "please stand on the right"

Slowly it dawns on me. I am standing on the wrong side, i am committing the crime most hated by commuters in London. All i can manage is "i havent used the tube in a long time". She smiles at me and puts her earphone back in her ears. I move to the other side.

How did this happen? Granted i havent used the tube in months, probably all of this year. That however is no excuse or reason for my crime against my fellow commuters. This was at rush hour for crap's sake. I expect i shall be hearing from the committee for commutting londoners. They may worse still recommend that my london citizenry be revoked.

To make it worse on my way back from my friend's, i got on the tube and got off a stop later. I was on a train heading the opposite direction that i wished to travel. Great bollocks. This simply wont do.

Blowjobs at Whitehall

So John Prescott the Deputy Prime Minister has admitted to having an affair with one of his secretaries. Naturally everyone comes out with the moralistic nonsense about his position in government being abused, he has lost the trust of the people, he has no morals etc etc. To make it worse for Johnny boy, the media dont like him cos he doesnt take no shit and gives as good as he gets. I quite like this as most politicians talk absolute shite and would rather choke than tell it like it is.

So another witchhunt begins and calls for him to resign ring out from fleet street to parliament square. I truly dont see why he should resign. This has fuck all to do with his ability - or lack of - as an MP. He can sleep with a thousand different secretaries and still be a good MP. For the record i am not saying that he is an astonishing MP. If he is rubbish then he'll remain rubbish, if he is good then he'll remain good. Unless of course the woman in question gives one mean blowjob that leaves him a quivering wreck for the rest of the day and unable to focus on anything other than the memories of her wondrous mouth.

Another reason why people are getting carried away is that John Prescott is not the most good looking or charming of characters. Yet here we find him shagging a woman of 43 - he is 67 - to the chagrin of others who cant see why the woman would sleep with him (One newspaper has called him an ugly beast and has labelled him as a sexual predator).

Compounding all this is the fact that they didnt have plain old vanilla sex. No sir, Mr prescott it seems is not a fan of vanilla. Apparently they had sex in a hotel room while his wife was downstairs, a few times in his office with the door open, got frisky in a government conference room and once after a memorial service for 9/11. Hell she even gave him blowjobs behind the office desk. The dude has a sex drive that any human should be very proud of especially at that age. I dont understand how they can paint the woman as a victim. She is a grown up who got into an affair with a married man, she knew exactly what the fuck she was doing.

Her boyfriend even had the gall to say "How dare he split up my relationship with the woman I'd planned to marry!" . Dude how silly are you? Your girl is the one that split your relationship up and not Prescott.

John Prescott is obviously not your average MP. He came from a working class background and had to fight to get to where he is. There aren't many MPs who have punched and got into a scrap with a member of the public. So the picture the media want to paint is one of a thug with no respect for women. That it were that simple. It is not that simple. His affair is between himself and the wife. No more. Affairs dont make him less able to carry out his duties, nor does defending himself from a member of the public. The labour party doesn't have my vote for a myriad of reasons but John Prescott does.

Maybe if all our politicians were getting some more head, they'd be a lot more calm and wouldnt want to start a fucking war all the time.