“I hate to advocate drugs, alcohol, violence, or insanity to anyone, but they've always worked for me.”
- Hunter S Thompson
“The intermediate stage between socialism and capitalism is alcoholism”
- Norman Brenner
“Drunkenness is nothing but voluntary madness”
- Seneca
Saturday Morning: Train up to London and not very happy about being asked to do so. The boss of the school in Bulgaria wanted to meet again to (a) check that my certificates look genuine and (b) tell me a lot of things an email could have conveyed quicker.
I'm running out of cash, so spending GBP20 to do things that didn't really need doing wasn't something I did willingly. Plus the weather was freezing cold. And my mp3 player broke down. And I hadn't had enough sleep. And I'd cut my finger shaving (don't ask).
And then because I managed to get lost in central London.
Still, he did reimburse me, and did say he'd buy the textbooks I recommended.
Saturday Afternoon: Sleeping on the train home. Though before that I somehow found myself in the middle of a hundred Japanese schooolgirls on a daytrip. They were greatly impressed that I knew all about Hadu Gei.
Saturday Evening: Noshing good food and mocking bad TV - always a good combination.
Saturday Night: This is where things get a bit blurred. I remember bumping into a university friend in the pub, being introduced to his friend...and the latter French kissing me. At least twice. In a crowded pub full of people who took no notice at all. This is one thing I shall miss about Britain.
I was a little bit drunk. He challenged me to snog him...we snogged...and after a full thirty seconds he recoiled and exclaimed "Oh my God you're gay!". It seems he wasn't. A minute later we snogged again, with full tongues and groping hands. And then he bought me a drink...and went off to chat up some girls. Unsuccessfully.
And I got invited to drink lots of vodka at the home of another old friend. And after seven hours of vodka and philosophy (irreconcilable ethical imperatives, egalitarianism vs leadership, revolutionary theory and practice in an insufficiently analysed world) I finally staggered home.
Sunday Afternoon: Woke up with a hangover. Went back to sleep. Got woken up again by a call from someone for who the sentence "I've got a hangover" is an invitation to tell anecdotes about hangovers, and not a hint to please go away.
I have a French admirer.
(J'ai un admirateur français :-).)
One thing. The post is archived as "Le Nant en Persone". But what is a "Nant"? Is it good or bad?
Nevermind, pretty cool anyway. Less cool though is somehow getting a link from a blog of masturbation links.
Huh? Huh! Masturbation is for wankers. And fellatio sucks.
Others have found me by searching for:
crank that curry souce
homersexul men
pear shape shag
usb masterbation [hmmm...]
do boys masterbate with each other
the great burglar-catching machine
...and three hits for "2 Girls 1 Cup"!
Oh yes, I leave as soon as the plane ticket arrives. Which may even be tomorrow.
My straight friends never asked me to do that to them. I don't think I could if they did. Well if this one did, maybe I would
ReplyDeleteYou've really cranked my curry sauce with that snogging scene.
ReplyDeleteMore smut, please!