But then, there's the other side of the coin

Awesome, awesome day! Loads of quality time with K, together in town and then going for my postponed birthday meal with my girl, loads of eye candy - it was blond cutie day, in spades - and then the icing on the cake, watching the Saints pull off the third best second half recovery in AFL history (according to what was said in commentary, I haven't checked the stats personally) to snatch an unbelievable victory. If every day was half as good as this, I'd be a very happy boy!

Love & best wishes to all
Sammy B

The politics of selfishness and greed

So, it's going to be another five years of Cameron and his bunch of millionaire thieves feathering their own nests, and those of their friends, at everyone else's expense. I despair at the electorate's obvious disdain for anything resembling social justice. Vote Conservative - the 'I'm all right, Jack, fuck you' party. Disgusting.

1300 edit: Just about the only bit of good news of the day - Farage lost in Thanet South and has resigned as UKIP leader. Good riddance to loathsome rubbish.

Love & best wishes to all
Sammy B

Self-praise is no recommendation

Just under a month ago, I posted a story in Nephelokokkygia.. It sunk without trace. I think it's probably the best thing I've ever written. If my writing is really that shit, I wish someone would have the balls to tell me, so I can stop wasting my time. But then my whole bloody life is a waste of time, so I guess my pathetic writing fits in pretty well.

Love & best wishes to all
Sammy B

'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

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

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

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