From little to less

If recent days have filled me with a sense of underachievement, today has been an even less fulfilling experience so far. I do have a minimal excuse, though - the weather has been absolutely vile, wet and windy, with the promise of more to come. So, frankly, I've just slobbed around all morning, and now, into the afternoon, playing word games on the computer with the radio on the background, for the most part. I did, very briefly, look at one of my draft stories in Nephelokokkygia, but all that succeeded in doing was making me realise that the story didn't have anywhere to go, at least not without more or less starting again from scratch. It was only another man/boy relationship story anyway, albeit one that wasn't going to contain a sexual element, so much of a muchness with almost everything else I've written. Rather like my life, really - repetitive and pointless. I can hardly restrain my enthusiasm.

Love & best wishes to all
Sammy B

Underachiever

I'm now more than halfway through my 'summer holiday', and it has to be said that I've achieved almost nothing that could be remotely considered to be 'positive'. I have done a bit of cleaning in the flat, but only stuff that had been put off for too long, and then, only because K had a friend staying over last night, but, otherwise, I've just been meandering about, feeling sorry for myself, and drinking too much. The 'feeling sorry' bit was rubbed in all the more today, because it was almost a reprise of yesterday, with cuties around almost from the time I stepped out of the door to the last bus back home - 'last boy' was 14-ish, and, I'm sure, easily old enough to have made his own mind up had I had the balls to ask 'the question', which, of course, I didn't. So far, so predictable, but the deeper question is, as ever, unanswered. What, if anything, can I do to escape from the corner I've painted myself into? Would that I knew.

Love & best wishes to all
Sammy B

Just say no!

This speaks for itself. Just say no. Don't do organised religion.

Love & best wishes to all
Sammy B

Swarmed

With cute 'ghosts', that is, on my travels today. Mostly blond, or at least fair, always my favourites, but almost all of them far too young, even for my despised tastes. K commented yesterday that there are far more adverts about these days showing gay relationships in a positive light, and quite right too, but, as I said in reply, how long will it be before an intergenerational relationship, even a celibate one, is given comparable treatment. Not in my lifetime, I strongly suspect.

1910 edit: And yet more, in my local (which is in far more civilised mode than last night) - a little guy, who seems to have gone, but, right now, a cutie who is much closer to legal age, and who is wearing some very skinny jeans. My cup runneth over!

Love & best wishes to all
Sammy B

Politics and pillocks

And, in some cases, their intersection. UKIP. the party I've always described as 'the National Front in a suit', a description I stand by, now have an MP after a by-election yesterday. He was the sitting Conservative MP for a constituency in Essex - where else, the place is a byword for antediluvian stupidity - who recently 'defected' to Farage's collection of fascist xenophobes, misogynists and homophobes. If English (and I use the word advisedly, I can't see UKIP winning many votes, let alone seats, in Scotland or Wales) voters are stupid and bigoted enough to elect a such a farcical bunch of halfwits, they deserve all the crap they'll undoubtedly get - and I'll be leaving the country, forthwith.
Continuing the political vein. I saw this earlier on.

It's seemingly been doing the rounds for a while, but I hadn't seen it until a couple of hours ago. The last sentence could, with 'UKIP' substituting for 'Republican', be just as apposite over here.

And as for pillocks, my brief visit to my local earlier exposed me to enough to last me the rest of the year. For the first time since I started frequenting the place in January, I felt genuinely uncomfortable being in the pub - it seemed to be full of the same brand of mouthy, alcohol and testosterone fuelled pondlife that used to make Friday and Saturday evenings in 'domicile-ville' Wetherspoons so unpleasant, the type that would just as soon smash a glass in your face as shake your hand. And it wasn't as if most of them were 'kids', either - the majority seemed to be nearer 40 than 20, even older in one or two cases. I can quite happily live without that kind of company, and baled out without much delay. I'll be back, of course, but at a time when I can more reliably expect a 'quiet life'.

Love & best wishes to all

Sammy B

You get what you pay for

I've bemoaned, several times, my lack of motivation in writing fiction in recent times, so when not only a story idea, but the oomph to set about doing something about it, came to me earlier on, I was pretty pleased. I spent the best part of an hour writing three or four introductory paragraphs, and all was going well. Until the 'free WiFi' in my local crashed, and I lost the lot. Not only that, but when I began a post complaining about my fate, the system crashed again, and I lost that as well! Now I'm back at home, with a paid-for WiFi, my words seem to be destined to be preserved for posterity. Q.E.D.

Love & best wishes to all
Sammy B

Erudition (postponed), and reconciliation (maybe)

One of the attractions on offer in London for nerds like me are lectures, often free, on all sorts of esoteric subjects. That said, I've been to precisely none so far, although I did seriously consider going to one, given by a historian I've come across several times on various TV programmes, this evening. In the event, though, I was distracted by other considerations (which didn't work out, surprise, surprise) and didn't make it, but there is another coming up in a couple of weeks time, on dark matter, which I'm really keen to attend, work permitting. Given the amount of time off I've got in the near future, I might get lucky.
One reason I was left to my own devices this evening is that K is over at her (recent) cute ex-boyfriend's, 'hanging out', as she described her plans to me last night. When I asked if a reconciliation was on the cards, she shrugged and said 'err....maybe'. I have to admit I wouldn't be too upset if they got back together, for reasons that are, frankly, pretty selfish - I'll certainly try to become better acquainted with him, given half a chance!

Love & best wishes to all
Sammy B