Celebrity

Well, Bowie's not even cold yet, but the character assassination has already begun. Not that I've ever been a huge fan of his music, but there are a few songs of his that I like a lot. Now, though, on the basis of 'allegations', some seem determined to portray him as a 'monster'. I've never had the slightest ambition to be famous, because fame has always struck me as having far more pitfalls that perks, but in this era of tabloid 'journalism', my inclination to be happy to remain in the shadows is stronger than ever.

Love & best wishes to all
Sammy B

Ojos azules hermosos

And other stories. Or, in reality, the same story, just recycled and reshuffled a little. The beautiful blue eyes belonged to a boy of 10 or 11 on a bus in town at lunchtime, a delicate shade of pale blue, the nicest eyes I've seen for the best part of some time. He was the preface to a veritable spate of cuties, mostly blond, coincidentally, who ghosted in and out of my life over the following couple of hours. But the denouement remains the same as ever, me on my own in my local, writing about those on the other side of the impenetrable glass wall that divides me from my heart's desire. The cruelty, to paraphrase Nineteen Eighty-Four, isn't that the torture continues, but that I can't force myself into the permanent unconsciousness that would bring it to an end.

Love & best wishes to all
Sammy B

Not the most productive of days

Certainly not the most productive of days off. I was expecting to spend most of the day hanging around waiting for the electricity company engineer to show up and replace our defunct meter, and that was the way it panned out. The 'appointment' was any time between midday and 4:00, and the bod eventually turned up at 2:40, finishing the job by 3:20. By which time it was already getting dark, so the day was pretty much a complete write-off. So I did what most who know me would expect, and headed straight for my local. Where I still am, albeit not for too much longer. I've spent quite a bit of the time with my head in YouTube, drowning my consciousness in loud music, albeit with half an eye on a boy sitting nearby (who's just left), not, in all honesty, especially cute, and well towards the upper end of my 'window of attraction' - my guess at his age would be 15, but it could've been a year either way, so he might even have been legal. Whatever, I certainly wouldn't have said no, encouraged by the fact that he looked my way more than once. He'll be another 'ghost', no doubt, but perhaps a marginally more attainable one than most.

Love & best wishes to all
Sammy B

Most unexpected

K threw me a real curve ball this afternoon - she rang me as I was just about to head into work to tell me that she'd had an email offering her an interview in connection with a university application - in Cornwall! I didn't, as I told her, even know she'd applied to anywhere down there, but she seems very enthusiastic about both the course, and the prospect of going 'back home' - I miss it, she told me. Yeah, so do I, in spades, and, thinking about it in the past hour or so, I might be very tempted, if K did end up getting a place on that course, to follow her southwesterly in pretty short order. Maybe my much hoped-for early retirement might be closer than I'd thought.

2345 edit: I've just done a very quick Cornwall property search, and found some unspeakably wonderful places. At, by London standards, peppercorn rents. Most notably a two bedroom flat (an ex holiday apartment, as my local knowledge informs me), in my favourite place in the entire mainland UK - for £450 a month! I'm sorely tempted to go tomorrow!

Love & best wishes to all
Sammy B

Leo

I saw my first genuinely beautiful boy of 2016 on the way to work yesterday lunchtime. Just a little boy, probably no more than 5, so not a hint of sexual attraction, but the aesthetic appeal was strong. Long, rather messy blond hair, dark eyes, not sure exactly what colour, but not blue, as many 'blondies' have, lovely face, white teeth behind plumpish pink lips. And a decided air of calm about him. His little brother, maybe 3, was noisily fractious and whiny, but Leo (his parents both used his name, hence my knowing it) spoke very quietly to his father, and, indeed, to little bro, looked around and out of the train window with typically childish curiosity, looked, quite intently, at me at one stage over the seatback that separated us - I avoided looking directly back at him, because his father was right behind him as far as my line of sight went, but his attention was obvious. Sadly, we only shared the train for three stops, twelve minutes or so, before he disappeared from my life, doubtless forever. I'd love to see him in 7, 8, 9 years time, to see how his beauty develops with the onset of the pubescent lifestage I love so much, but it will never be. Just another snapshot in my mental photograph album. Leo, you'll be a beautiful little boy in my mind's eye, for always.

Love & best wishes to all
Sammy B

Same shit, different year

Well, if the first couple of days are anything to go by, it looks as though 2016 is going to be just as much of a pain in the arse as its recent predecessors. Nothing major has gone wrong - yet - but there have already been several irritating little issues. I'm full of cold and feeling lousy, but not lousy enough to justify being off sick, the weather is grey, damp and miserable - yeah, I know it's winter, but even so - TfL, in its various guises, seem to be making a point of screwing up my commute, especially the journeys home, and now our electricity meter has stopped working, so I've effectively had to sacrifice the whole of one of my rare days off, this coming Wednesday, to wait in for an engineer to come and replace it. And being a leap year, there are still 364 days of it to go. I can hardly restrain my enthusiasm.

Love & best wishes to all
Sammy B

This one didn't make me laugh

After the amusement I derived from the 'christian dating' spam e-mail I received a few days back, the very first spam I've received in 2016 has elicited a very different reaction. It was obviously from an American source, because it offered a mapping app purporting to show 'pedophile activity in your area' - presumably RSO information publicly available under the so-called 'Megan's Law'. As I've said on numerous previous occasions, I don't condone any illegal activity, especially where non-consensual sex is involved, and if people transgress the law, they must expect to be punished. What I loathe, though, is the encouragement towards 'vigilantism' that stuff like this entails, especially given the ridiculous breadth of the definition of the word 'paedophile' in this context. It makes me wish I had the IT skills to find the website concerned, and hack it into uselessness.

Love & best wishes to all
Sammy B