Best : Either of the slow movements from Chopin's piano concertos.
"May you never" by John Martyn
Any slow guitar music of Sor
Worst : Stravinsky's "Right of Spring"
Xenakis "Evryali"
Viva L'Espana
Knees Up Mother Brown (Unless your actually in that position!!!)
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Aristophanes
Over 90 days ago
Straight Male, 73
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I think we are far to soft on driving offenders. A car is a good way to get from A to B but is also an efficient killing machine as we all know. Sorry to read that some of you have lost loved ones in this way.
I don't think that a £1000 fine is good enough. I'd be happier with a ban for life. That may seem a bit draconian but it might be the only way to deal with these people. Anyone who imperils others whether it's cos they're drunk, drugged, racing, texting or whatever doesn't deserve a driving license in my book.
I don't think that a £1000 fine is good enough. I'd be happier with a ban for life. That may seem a bit draconian but it might be the only way to deal with these people. Anyone who imperils others whether it's cos they're drunk, drugged, racing, texting or whatever doesn't deserve a driving license in my book.
Earlier I mentioned in the "films for rainy days" thread that I often watch "Lost in Translation".
At the end of the film, Bill Murray and Scarlet Johansson hug and he's whispering something in her ear. Now I'm sure the romantics among us are hoping they're arranging to meet up again. But what do you think he's saying?
I'll start off with : a) You're the best screw I never had.
b) Shall we join Swinging Heaven?
c) I agree with Aristophanes, I love those lips.
At the end of the film, Bill Murray and Scarlet Johansson hug and he's whispering something in her ear. Now I'm sure the romantics among us are hoping they're arranging to meet up again. But what do you think he's saying?
I'll start off with : a) You're the best screw I never had.
b) Shall we join Swinging Heaven?
c) I agree with Aristophanes, I love those lips.
I tend to see human behaviour as ever changing. A lot depends on the environment we find ourselves in. At one end of the scale we have the notion of "belonging". At the other end "Not belonging". All of us are somewhere on that scale. Some of us will stay in the same place for a long 's fine. Some of us will be moving about on that scale quite a lot. That too is fine. Some of us will move from one end of the scale to the other constantly. Fine.
Something could happen to us at anytime in our lives that could make us shift our position. I feel that nothing is set in stone.
I enjoy being alone. I enjoy being not being alone. Depends what else is happening.
Now I'm rambling!
Something could happen to us at anytime in our lives that could make us shift our position. I feel that nothing is set in stone.
I enjoy being alone. I enjoy being not being alone. Depends what else is happening.
Now I'm rambling!
I don't feel in any rush to go to bed with anyone yet. Making friends is much more important. For now I'd like to meet up socially and slowly build it from there. What's the hurry. I guess its each to their own. Some like to go at it like a bull in a china shop and thats fine. I like to take it my personality. I enjoy sex a lot more with a friend rather than someone I feel is a stranger.
I cant stand touching velvet. Also the thought of scrapping a nail along a piece of chalk sets my spine shuddering. Quite irrational really isn't it. I mean, you don't walk along the street scrapping chalk. It's funny how we are strangely attracted to the that which we dislike. People scared of heights will sometimes climb up high and have an urge to jump off. The point made above about eating wool I can fully understand.
Probably explains why I've run out of clothes.
Probably explains why I've run out of clothes.
I first joined nearly 4 years ago and stayed about 2 years then lost my internet connection. I got it back recently and straight away came back to this site. My old name and pass word seemed to be defunct, so rejoined. Wouldn't miss it for anything.
I love reading the forums. Such diverse opinions. Some hilarious and some threads get heated. I'm in no hurry to jump into bed with anyone. Making friends is more important to me at the moment. Then the sex (if it happens) will be all the more enjoyable.
I love reading the forums. Such diverse opinions. Some hilarious and some threads get heated. I'm in no hurry to jump into bed with anyone. Making friends is more important to me at the moment. Then the sex (if it happens) will be all the more enjoyable.
I let a part of my back garden overgrow on purpose so that I go skyclad. Its been lovely in the past just to be out there with a cuppa and a book as well as a great place to make love.
Years ago I used to live next to Richmond Park in London and my partner at the time and myself used to go there after dark regularly, armed with a blanket and a couple of pillows, bottle of wine, something to eat. We used to have a great time. We often used to hear other couples ( or they may of been groups! ) having fun too.
Years ago I used to live next to Richmond Park in London and my partner at the time and myself used to go there after dark regularly, armed with a blanket and a couple of pillows, bottle of wine, something to eat. We used to have a great time. We often used to hear other couples ( or they may of been groups! ) having fun too.
It's certainly nice when you get a reply. Well...so long as it's not a horrible one.
I recently sent a pm to someone who put some nice quotes on the "Quote" thread and I said how much I liked them. Just simply that and it was nice to get a reply. Replies can be quite uplifting because someone is taking the trouble to get back to you.
I recently sent a pm to someone who put some nice quotes on the "Quote" thread and I said how much I liked them. Just simply that and it was nice to get a reply. Replies can be quite uplifting because someone is taking the trouble to get back to you.
Like Venus68 further up the thread, I first joined about 4 years ago. I stayed 2 and a bit years then after a row with BT got rid of my land line and sadly, with it my internet access.
I recently went back to BT and one of the first things I did when I got the internet up and running was to come back to SH. I couldn't use my old username and password so I joined afresh.
Its a real community. The posts are at once amusing, outrageous, serious, informative, hilarious. I could go on and on. All humanity is here. Wonderful!
I recently went back to BT and one of the first things I did when I got the internet up and running was to come back to SH. I couldn't use my old username and password so I joined afresh.
Its a real community. The posts are at once amusing, outrageous, serious, informative, hilarious. I could go on and on. All humanity is here. Wonderful!
My ex was convent educated but I think you might apply the same question about the nuns!
Years ago I went with a teacher friend of mine to a psycho-analysis seminar. Present was a nun with a lovely velvety voice who had obviously got to know my friend well previously. During a coffee break she turned to my friend and said, very tongue in cheek, " D-----d. I keep dreaming of carrots. What could it possibly mean? "
Years ago I went with a teacher friend of mine to a psycho-analysis seminar. Present was a nun with a lovely velvety voice who had obviously got to know my friend well previously. During a coffee break she turned to my friend and said, very tongue in cheek, " D-----d. I keep dreaming of carrots. What could it possibly mean? "
I got drunk once and phoned an ex workmate. Half way through the conversation (I don't know what pocessed me) I told her I wanted to give her one.
When I'd sobered up the next morning the full shock of what I'd done hit me. I straight away wrote her a note saying a really big sorry. A few weeks later we met up for lunch. I decided I'd not say anything about it unless she did.
Imagine how I felt when she said, " Thanks for your letter. I'm sorry to tell you this, but it wasn't me you phoned."
To this day I've got no idea who it was I called!
When I'd sobered up the next morning the full shock of what I'd done hit me. I straight away wrote her a note saying a really big sorry. A few weeks later we met up for lunch. I decided I'd not say anything about it unless she did.
Imagine how I felt when she said, " Thanks for your letter. I'm sorry to tell you this, but it wasn't me you phoned."
To this day I've got no idea who it was I called!
Who, in their right mind would complain about hearing sex taking place?! I live in a detached place and one thing I miss is hearing the neighbours going at it hammer and tong.
Dirtygirlie got it spot on. It can be an instant turn on. Many has been the time when I've been woken by randy neighbours and my willy has woken up before I have.
Perhaps one way around the twitching curtain scenario is to have a lover turn up dressed as a vicar!
Dirtygirlie got it spot on. It can be an instant turn on. Many has been the time when I've been woken by randy neighbours and my willy has woken up before I have.
Perhaps one way around the twitching curtain scenario is to have a lover turn up dressed as a vicar!
I was lucky enough to end up marrying my first love. We were childhood sweethearts and lost our virginity together. We divorced 25 years ago and are still each others closest friend.
As a mature student in the early 90's I met a married woman at Uni. We became really close but never went to bed whilst students. A couple of years later we did end up in bed but were both so drunk that nothing happened. I often think of her. I know she got divorced and re married. I still have a tingle in my heart when ever I think of her.
As a mature student in the early 90's I met a married woman at Uni. We became really close but never went to bed whilst students. A couple of years later we did end up in bed but were both so drunk that nothing happened. I often think of her. I know she got divorced and re married. I still have a tingle in my heart when ever I think of her.
Just sent a post to the Forum but I don't think it made it.
If I've got as far as licking lips then the personality that comes with them turns me on too. Shape, size, taste, smell, what they look like etc are part of the person I'm muff diving. Her giggles, laughter and sense of fun and friendship mean just as much.
If I've got as far as licking lips then the personality that comes with them turns me on too. Shape, size, taste, smell, what they look like etc are part of the person I'm muff diving. Her giggles, laughter and sense of fun and friendship mean just as much.
Reminds me of a time when I was at school. We had a compulsive liar in our year who used to come out with the most outrageous stuff. (Like owning a recording studio when he was 15 yrs old and lots of other nonsense).
One day a group of us were walking home after school when one of the boys said, " Here! have you heard that K--- G---- is dead? "
One bright spark came up with, " Nah! he's probably going 'round telling every one he's dead! "
Alas poor K--- G---- really was dead.
One day a group of us were walking home after school when one of the boys said, " Here! have you heard that K--- G---- is dead? "
One bright spark came up with, " Nah! he's probably going 'round telling every one he's dead! "
Alas poor K--- G---- really was dead.
