Wednesday, 6 May 2015

'Saints fans have a sense of humour'

As said by Dennis Cometti in commentary on last Sunday's game, which I've just watched the second half of this morning. And don't we bloody well need it! And a streak of masochism a mile wide! Defeat snatched from the jaws of victory yet again. Go Sainters!

Love & best wishes to all
Sammy B

Monday, 4 May 2015

Back on the treadmill

Back to work yesterday, after my week of sick/annual leave. Without enthusiasm of any kind, I have to say. I'm in one of my 'for two pins, I'd tell them to stick the job where the sun don't shine' phases, but, unless anything seriously annoying happens, I'll probably get through it and just settle back into my customary simmering resentment at having to be a wage slave! I tried to sugar the pill just a little by leaving a few minutes earlier than strictly necessary, and going most of the way to work by bus, but the cuties were thin on the ground, the weather not being all that prepossessing - there was a family in Baker Street, though, with two brothers, 13/14 and 11/12, either or both of whom I would quite happily have shared a cuddle with, in the vanishingly unlikely event that they would have agreed to being cuddled by a fat old grump!
Needless to say, the papers yesterday were full of the new royal baby. The timing is an absolute gift for the Tories, of course, a national 'feelgood factor' scenario just days before the General Election. The cynic in me wondered whether the royal couple had 'bred to order', given that, in the absence of anything unforeseen, everyone knew the election was going to be around now, but I guess something as 'hit or miss' as pregnancy couldn't be arranged quite so felicitously for the outgoing government. Could it?

Love & best wishes to all
Sammy B

Saturday, 2 May 2015

Town, and country

The last day of my birthday week break has followed the pattern of its predecessors, so far, at least. I went into town this morning, without a particular aim in mind, but did end up at an 'event', of sorts, the 'Streets of Spain' food festival on the South Bank. I went last year, and wasn't overly impressed, and this year's version was little different, sadly - the food and drink on offer was stereotypical, and seriously overpriced. £6 for a small glass of rioja, anyone? There was, though, more than a little eye candy on view, most notably a mind-meltingly beautiful little fair-haired guy (his slightly older brother probably would've been cutie of the day in his own right, too, had he not been comprehensively eclipsed by his sibling). It was very much the double-edged sword again, though - yes, the cuties are lovely to see, but my reactions to them don't do overly much for my self-esteem.
But then, indirectly, the ultimate of all cuties sprang to mind, yet again - I read a blog post about the controversy surrounding a forthcoming school trip, from which several families had withdrawn their children, because it's an RE trip which will include a visit to a mosque. And the school? The Cornish primary that includes DBJ amongst its alumni. The school he attended when I fell helplessly in love with him. If I could pick a day as my 'groundhog day', it would be the sunny day in that summer when he was 11, walking past my old workplace and over the bridge in his translucent tennis shirt, the afternoon sun silhouetting his perfection. I don't think I've ever seen anything so beautiful, before or since.

Love & best wishes to all
Sammy B

Friday, 1 May 2015

He's going to be my boy

Well, maybe, possibly, probably not. But it's 4/4 at the moment - I've seen him four times, in my local, and every single time, he's smiled, and, like tonight, by no means prompted by me. When I say he's going to be my boy, I don't. for a second, mean in a sexual way - he's much too young, and by the time he's old enough, I'll probably be dead - but I really believe he could be my friend. There just seems to be some sort of chemistry, some sort of connection. One day, if I'm very, very lucky, I might get a cuddle. And that would be enough, more than enough.

Love & best wishes to all
Sammy B

Thursday, 30 April 2015

More election stuff

Two items of note, from my perspective, today. First of all, at lunchtime, easily the biggest lie I've seen in the campaign so far, and not even from a politician. The Sun has rented one of the panels on the famous Piccadilly Circus illuminated advertising wall, and has had the effrontery to use the tagline, on a Union Flag background, of 'Fighting for an election win for Britain'. Total bollocks! Their sycophantic support for Cameron and his bunch of thieves has nothing to do with Britain, and everything to do with the greed of the fascistic robber baron, Murdoch, who owns the worthless rag and knows full well that his chances of making even more undeserved money from the sheeple will be far better under the Tories than any other shade of government. This evening, though, I've found some much better news - the constituency I live in, currently Tory held, was projected at the start of the campaign to be narrowly retained by the incumbent, but the most recent local opinion poll I can find now shows the Labour candidate 4% ahead. Still too close to call, but very encouraging, as far as I'm concerned.

Love & best wishes to all
Sammy B

Threescore years less five

So, here I am, arrived at the halfway point of my time as the eponymous quinquagenarian (don't worry, I've already got a revised title for the blog lined up, should it, or indeed I, last another five years - what a sad, pretentious bastard, eh!). Needless to say, I don't feel the least bit different from how I felt yesterday, and I haven't done anything different, either - I've been out and about, been treated to some (mostly touristy) eye candy, fallen in lust at least once (with a very cute boy by a bus stop at the Trafalgar Square end of Whitehall), and now I'm in my local. I hoped K would be well enough to come out for a birthday meal with me (not necessarily here), but it's not to be - she is feeling better than earlier in the week, but still a good way short of 100%. So, it's just me, the Kindle, and a few beers - and I'm determined to make the best of it. Happy Birthday to me!

Love & best wishes to all
Sammy B

Wednesday, 29 April 2015

Meanwhile, in unsurprising election news of the day....

....UKIP, apart from being homophobic, racist, xenophobic misogynists, are a bunch of would-be theocrats, too. And that's apart from the DUP wanting to make Northern Ireland an offshore province of the American bible bigot belt. Politicians are vile enough in their own right, but when they add religion to their platform, they venture into the realms of utter egregiousness.

Love & best wishes to all
Sammy B