The biggest problem of democracy is...

....that any fucking moron can vote. As if the Brexit clusterfuck isn't bad enough already, the next British prime minister, after May's abdication (and her performance has been pitiful from the start), is likely to be Boris Johnson, the only politician who can approach Trump in imbecility. And in the wings after the EU elections is the Brexit Party, fronted by the egregious Farage, who thinks the British English electorate will rise up and sweep him into power. Sadly, they might be stupid enough to do that exact thing. White (mostly male) America managed to elect the worst president in history, so why not us Brits? I'm likely to die relatively soon, but, as I said to K earlier this afternoon, her life could be a complete nightmare, sooner than later. I wish I'd had a vasectomy.

Love & best wishes to all
Sammy B

Perfect, except not

I've seen a meme, of sorts, in the news lately, of middle-aged men committing suicide of 'despair', presumably thinking their lives are pointless/worthless (or both). I can relate with the scenario, sometimes, when I see cuties like the guy an hour or so ago, next to my table in the pub, lovely, evidently bright, looking after his little sister (while his parents ignore him, largely). Perfection, for me - except that he will never be mine. And he's gone anyway. Life's shit, expect when it's really shit.

Love & best wishes to all
Sammy B

Old stamping grounds

I had a long day trip yesterday, 9 hours in London, my first metropolitan visit since I moved back to 'the North', as well as nearly five hours travelling. It was rather tiring, especially the last couple of hours, but it was thoroughly worthwhile as far as I'm concerned, because I had the chance to meet up with K. She was en route from a visit from her best school friend from her A-Level time, before heading back to her 'uni-town' base. As ever, it was lovely to see her, and catch up with her news and doings in more depth, as opposed to the nice but sometimes brief chats we have on the phone. Her degree course is effectively finished now (hence her trip), but she's still got to do a few bits and pieces, and doesn't have to vacate the house she's been sharing with her friends until the middle of August, so I suspect there'll be more than a little R & R in store! There is a chance that she might stay with me for a couple of weeks - possibly the second half of August, because her boyfriend wants to spend his family and friends around that time - and I would certainly enjoy her company, but it's far from confirmed as yet. Something to look forward, though, at least potentially.

Love & best wishes to all
Sammy B

Dodging a bullet, maybe

I've been in what passes for my 'local' Wetherspoons for a while today, and I managed to bag my favourite table, for once - windows on three sides, not in anyone's way, ideal for watching the world going by. And, being me, looking out for any cute boys who might wander into my eyeline. Bingo, I thought, for a while - a fair-haired guy, a bit older (miraculously) than usual for my tastes, even borderline legal, although I would've guessed at 15 if I'd had to bet on my life on his age. He was outside the pub for a few minutes, talking to with a group of slightly dodgy-looking (adult) associates, then disappeared for five minutes or so, before engaging, right by the nearest window to where I was sitting, with a couple of late twenty-something guys. And it was pretty immediately clear that he was a scam merchant - he was soon playing some card trick or another, and without much delay, won! For my perspective, he was evidently a bit older than I originally thought, too, maybe 18, but no older that, I'm convinced. The ideal 'mark' for me, given my desire for pretty much any available boy, cute or not, except that I'm pathologically cautious and cynical after all these years.

Edit: He's back in the pub, just now, with his deck of cards in hand. Not close to me, of course. But cute, without doubt.

Love & best wishes to all
Sammy B

The whole thing is a waste of time

My life, that is. I've wanted a boy to love for 45 years, and I've got nothing. The sooner my (lack of) health kills me, the better.

Love & best wishes to all
Sammy B