I remembered how to login
Hi All
Finally remembered a) to blog and b) to login.
Not a great deal to report, drank lots, slept lot's, had lot's of sex and had a nightmare couple of weeks at work.
My week last week for example,
Monday - all day meeting beside myself with boredom.
Tuesday, up at 5am to catch plane to Belfast for meeting - arrived on time to find a propeller plane staring at me - am I scared !!!!!!! Tuesday evening - catch plane back from Belfast and arrive home at 9pm tired beyond belief
Wednesday - Up at 4.30 for an even earlier Belfast flight, this time with Jet2 and their second hand Boeings, preferred the thrill of the prop plane. Wednesday evening flew back again home and even more exhausted.
Thursday - up at 5am again, this time for a meeting in Leicester.
Friday - called in sick, I had fucking had enough by this point and couldnt take any more.
Still, got Prague to look forward to, James and I fly out this Sunday for 9 days, havent done a package deal, arranged flights and booked an apartment out there right in the centre. Browsing web to find places to drink and am shocked at the number of gay clubs out there, I thought it was going to be all chest thumping, beer swilling dumpling eating fun with a fur hat - but alas twas not to be.
Instead, will be spent in clubs with usual skin tight-toppped queens, only difference is I won't be able to understand them - in fact there's no change there either!!
Funny us Gays, we want equality, but somehow always end up cramming oursleves together in dodgy pubs and clubs moaning at how the world doesnt understand us. Knobheads!
Finally remembered a) to blog and b) to login.
Not a great deal to report, drank lots, slept lot's, had lot's of sex and had a nightmare couple of weeks at work.
My week last week for example,
Monday - all day meeting beside myself with boredom.
Tuesday, up at 5am to catch plane to Belfast for meeting - arrived on time to find a propeller plane staring at me - am I scared !!!!!!! Tuesday evening - catch plane back from Belfast and arrive home at 9pm tired beyond belief
Wednesday - Up at 4.30 for an even earlier Belfast flight, this time with Jet2 and their second hand Boeings, preferred the thrill of the prop plane. Wednesday evening flew back again home and even more exhausted.
Thursday - up at 5am again, this time for a meeting in Leicester.
Friday - called in sick, I had fucking had enough by this point and couldnt take any more.
Still, got Prague to look forward to, James and I fly out this Sunday for 9 days, havent done a package deal, arranged flights and booked an apartment out there right in the centre. Browsing web to find places to drink and am shocked at the number of gay clubs out there, I thought it was going to be all chest thumping, beer swilling dumpling eating fun with a fur hat - but alas twas not to be.
Instead, will be spent in clubs with usual skin tight-toppped queens, only difference is I won't be able to understand them - in fact there's no change there either!!
Funny us Gays, we want equality, but somehow always end up cramming oursleves together in dodgy pubs and clubs moaning at how the world doesnt understand us. Knobheads!

1 Comments:
At 8:50 AM,
Karen said…
Hoorah!
You're back, have a good holiday, you pair!
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