When you are lying flat out on your back, with your underpants around your kneecaps and John Thomas languidly lying there, and a young lady with sexily slim glasses and long, dark flowing hair, says “Tosa,” to you, you can’t always be sure whether she’s giving you an insult or spurring you … [Read more...]
Pennies from heaven
October 4, 2010 By
One of the main criteria I have when looking for a new home is that I must have somewhere to grow a few plants. My apartment in Ruzafa in Valencia City is wonderful, with a 40m2 terrace that was totally empty when I arrived, apart from a cracked bathroom sink, a grubby towel, three odd socks and a … [Read more...]
The age of the machine
September 21, 2010 By
A couple of days ago I escorted a lady friend of mine to the underground car park near my flat, and on the way out I fancied a snack, so I passed by the vending machine to buy a bar of chocolate or something else to satisfy my craving. All the usual suspects were there…Oreols, Twix, Kit-Kat, Pipas … [Read more...]
Censured Already!!!!!!!!
September 10, 2010 By
Good God (I am allowed to say God, aren’t I?) I’ve only had one blog on-line and I’m getting the red pen put through my carefully scripted words already! So much for the freedom of the press! In case you are wondering what my ire is all about (and boy, can I ire when I’m in the mood) I … [Read more...]
There’s nowt so erotic as rubber
August 22, 2010 By
Sauntering the streets of any city eventually gives you your own ‘patch’. I don’t mean a small area of green – usually wilting – but somewhere you gravitate to, whatever the time of day, when you need to get out of the house and take a walk. Nowhere is better than anywhere else, mainly, … [Read more...]
