Yet somehow I found myself watching ESPN for the Gonzalez/Burns fight. Neither have any particular charms to speak of so I certainly wasn't watching it for the reasons that Valentine implied (i.e.: undue salaciousness) and yet I couldn't find it in myself to turn it off ( Read more... )

Alas, still beset by rabbits. I'm at the point where I'm tempted to hire someone to come and do something about it, having just lost every last leaf of cress that I planted at the start of spring. Also considering getting a hothouse built because what the rabbits don't get is carried off by frost - the worrisome life of a country gentlemen ( Read more... )

Life bumbles on. To my great surprise I've missed the gym this past few weeks so went for a run of my own accord this morning. I only made it around the garden twice - but as our garden is reasonably substantial, I consider it a good effort on my part ( Read more... )

Being old enough for Section 28 to directly affect my formative years, I can't say I'm particularly sad that Thatcher has passed on. Her legacy in many respects is a negative one - I often wonder how much less repressed men of my age and ilk would be if there wasn't a law passed which prohibited teaching homosexuality as an acceptable lifestyle ( Read more... )

As the undoubtedly appreciated but decidedly shabby present I managed to fashion for Valentine continues to shame my sense of what is right and wrong, I decided to turn my hand to jewellery design to address the issue. When I say design, I mean that I had a meeting with a jeweller and told him what I wanted, then gave him some diamonds. This counts ( Read more... )

Hello from Brussels. Minor mishap with the flight out, but arrived yesterday as planned and met with everyone for the boys weekend. Staying in the Kempinski, which was met with derision by Danny. Probably would have had us in a Travelodge if he could have managed it, cheap bastard ( Read more... )

Surprisingly, as of this morning and according to Valentine's tape measure, that is now my trouser size. Pleasant by-product of much expended effort. Starting to feel like I'm getting on top of things ( Read more... )

Took a quick trip to Connie's to see Mum for Mother's Day - should have thought twice about any effort to be a good son considering that she and Connie had ganged up and dug out every Mother's Day gift that my primary school hands made her to greet me with. This is what happens when you give in and make something for your significant other - he ( Read more... )

There's a rumour spinning around campus that Prof. Brown enjoys going to the gym in order to observe the beautiful young student population of Cambridge. Oh yes. I am priapico, priapicarse, priapicissimus, I am dangerously aroused by vapid whippets. Send me to Reading, post haste ( Read more... )

Gym misery continues apace - while Valentine swans about eating canapés with chirpy ex girl-groupers, I’ve been mastering running towards nowhere specific without falling flat on my face. When permitted the grace of standing still I’ve been persuaded into doing something called dead lifts (obviously named for the feeling you get after doing them). ( Read more... )