Thursday, 26 March 2015

Midweek sleepover

Unusual during the school term, but K had a friend stay over at the flat last night - they'd been to a gig, and it would've been tricky for her friend, who lives in East Surrey, to get home afterwards. To be fair, K was up in good time for school this morning, helped by the fact that she doesn't have to go in until 10:00 on Wednesdays and Thursdays, sixth form privileges, and all that, while the Easter holidays at her friend's private school have already begun. K's own Easter break doesn't begin until the end of next week, and, sadly, it looks like I'm going to be working for almost the whole two weeks, so 'quality time' is going to be thin on the ground. K was talking about going to stay with her mother for part of the time, anyway, although things have gone quiet on that front in the past few weeks - my ex has been keeping a pretty low profile of late, with me, certainly, and seemingly with K as well. It's her call, at the end of the day - if she wants to get in touch, she knows she can, but I won't be forcing the issue. Maybe, three years on from our split, a 'new thing' is finally taking shape, possibly for both of us.

Love & best wishes to all
Sammy B

Tuesday, 24 March 2015

Anathema

I've just clicked on an online story I hadn't looked at before, and clicked away again after the very first paragraph. This is a subject I've written about before, but it's something I feel very strongly about, so I make no apology for revisiting the topic. It was obvious from the language of that first paragraph that the young character mentioned there was undoubtedly going to be abused, possibly raped. And even though I know it's fiction, no more real than the stuff I write, for example, the idea of writing or even reading a story where boys are coerced, objectified, hurt is something I simply can't countenance. I'm sure there are plenty of people who would say what I want, a consensual, loving relationship, is just as hurtful and damaging to boys as being raped, and long experience has taught me that once people have made their minds up on this subject, it's all pretty much set in stone, but I have what I consider to be a moral sense, and I would never, ever knowingly hurt a boy, in any way. And reading about people who would, or even want to fantasise about it, is, to me, simply anathema.

Love & best wishes to all
Sammy B

Monday, 23 March 2015

You can take the boy out of the night shift....

....but you can't take the night shift out of the boy! Not yet, anyway. I finished my week of nights just before 7:00 this morning, I haven't been to sleep yet - that would've been a complete waste of one of my rare days off - and I am, frankly, knackered. I did meander a little bit this afternoon, and even saw a cutie or two, but it wasn't long before I subsided into my local, where I'll doubtless stay until I start literally falling asleep. I'm off again tomorrow, but my return to work on Wednesday will mark the beginning of a run of 11 straight late shifts, so I'm determined to make the most of my clear Tuesday. Whether my good intentions come to anything remains to be seen, though!

Love & best wishes to all
Sammy B

Saturday, 21 March 2015

Eclipse, and the start of the new football season

Yesterday's solar eclipse was a bit of a non-event, at least in this part of the world - it was only a partial eclipse here, anyway, and, given that there there was 100% overcast, absolutely nothing to see. The only discernible effect was to render the morning unusually dull and cold for the time of year, with the reduction in sunlight hitting the tops of the clouds. It's all a perfectly natural phenomenon, of course, but that hasn't prevented assorted religiots from claiming it as a 'sign from God', the 'beginning of the end times', et al. I was particularly amused by the claim, in one report, that, because the line of totality crossed Northern Europe, 'God's message' was particularly aimed at us European heathens. The only message here is that these people ought to have paid more attention in their school science lessons (if they ever took any), as far as I'm concerned.
When I got up again yesterday afternoon, in full accordance with Sod's law, the clouds had dispersed, there was blue sky as far as the eye could see, and warm sunshine. It wasn't the worst of all possible worlds, though, because a number of the 'local' boys, the ones that live in our block, were out in the communal garden at the back for the first time in several months that I've seen, playing football. Including, most notably from my perspective, the 'next door but one' cutie. Being on nights severely restricts my 'eye candy spotting' opportunities, so it was a nice outcome for the eye candy to come to me, as it were. Bring on the summer!

Love & best wishes to all
Sammy B

Thursday, 19 March 2015

What does this even mean?

On the way back from work this morning, I was on a bus in Central London that passed the site of a new development at the bottom end of Regent Street. Amongst its supposed 'attractions' was that it will offer 'Bespoke Concept Dining'. What the hell does that word salad mean? The best guess I can come up with is that people with far more money than sense will be able to buy miniscule portions of snail foam ice cream at a price that would feed the average family for a week. An incontrovertible argument for expropriation, as far as I'm concerned.

1620 edit: Reading back, the phrase 'word salad' in this context might be seen as a witty pun on my part. Sadly, it was purely accidental!

Love & best wishes to all
Sammy B

Tuesday, 17 March 2015

King Crimson!!!

As it now says - including the gush of exclamation marks! - on our kitchen calendar against a date in early September. I heard a snippet on Planet Rock just after 4:00 this afternoon about King Crimson having added 'extra dates due to demand' to their UK tour. Shit! I didn't even know they'd announced a UK tour. But, after ten minutes or so of slightly frantic internetting, I had the booking confirmation for the purchase of two tickets, for K and I - yes, she has inherited her father's inclination towards prog, and even thanked me for introducing her to the genre, when she was about 8, not so long ago - to go to one of their London gigs. They have arguably become my favourite band in recent years, and they're undoubtedly the band I've never seen live that I most want to see, so I'm certainly more than happy to get the chance. Roll on September!

Love & best wishes to all
Sammy B

Sunday, 15 March 2015

Run

There are times when I feel like running away from all of it. All of the petty sniping and heedless homo/xeno/gyno/(insert any other 'outgroup')phobia, the mindless parroting of tabloid bullshit, hang  'em, flog 'em, castrate the 'paedos', scroungers, immigrants, blah, blah, fucking blah. But, apart from the fact that I'd never abandon my daughter, where could I run to? Is there anywhere better? Human nature being what it is, I seriously doubt it.

Love & best wishes to all
Sammy B