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Over 90 days ago
Bi-curious Male, 72
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One of my strengths is the ability to laugh at myself and not take myself too seriously. Also to see absurdity in seemingly dire situations. (A protective mechanism perhaps?).
A definite weakness : A rapacious capacity for inaction. (I'm lazy!). In a way, that's not strictly true. I can be industrious when it involves something I'm interested in. I guess I might have different sets of priorities. I mean, I don't see the point in carrying out urgent repairs to my house and garden when I can sitting with my feet up reading a book. Perhaps when the rain is coming in from a hole in the roof I might possibly look up and think, "Yes, I must get 'round to fixing that some time."
A definite weakness : A rapacious capacity for inaction. (I'm lazy!). In a way, that's not strictly true. I can be industrious when it involves something I'm interested in. I guess I might have different sets of priorities. I mean, I don't see the point in carrying out urgent repairs to my house and garden when I can sitting with my feet up reading a book. Perhaps when the rain is coming in from a hole in the roof I might possibly look up and think, "Yes, I must get 'round to fixing that some time."
I quite agree actually. St David's doesn't feel like a city at all thankfully. It's too lovely for that. I only called it a city because it has a cathedral and I thought that gives it the title of 'city'. It feels like a small town. Even smaller than Abergavenny or Hereford.
The walk along the coast path between Tintagel and Boscastle is wonderful. Two particular sites. One called Rocky Valley, a steep sided inlet with lots of small rocks jutting out of the green cliffs and the other a beautiful place called Bossiney Cove which a lot of people miss as it's not sign posted from the coast path. Though it is from the road. One goes down a steep path to sea level and suddenly you're standing at the bottom of an inlet with vertical cliffs on three sides. A small waterfall from one of them takes a freshwater stream down through the sand to the sea. If you're lucky enough to get there when there's no one there, you could feel quite stunned.
The walk along the coast path between Tintagel and Boscastle is wonderful. Two particular sites. One called Rocky Valley, a steep sided inlet with lots of small rocks jutting out of the green cliffs and the other a beautiful place called Bossiney Cove which a lot of people miss as it's not sign posted from the coast path. Though it is from the road. One goes down a steep path to sea level and suddenly you're standing at the bottom of an inlet with vertical cliffs on three sides. A small waterfall from one of them takes a freshwater stream down through the sand to the sea. If you're lucky enough to get there when there's no one there, you could feel quite stunned.
Had a cracking outdoor gig today with the acoustic trio I play in. The sound engineer was someone I've known for years and trust totally. He did a fantastic job. My new guitar played beautifully. Only bought her on thursday. The audience were lovely. It was all relaxed and laid back. A great late afternoon/early evening. Which meant I was home at a reasonable hour and not at 4 a.m. which is normally the case.
In 40 years of gigging I've never broken a string. Today I broke two! Oh well, there's always a first time...and a second! Trouble is, when I get back after a good gig I'm often rev'd up and raring to go. Takes me a long time to get tired and go to bed.
In 40 years of gigging I've never broken a string. Today I broke two! Oh well, there's always a first time...and a second! Trouble is, when I get back after a good gig I'm often rev'd up and raring to go. Takes me a long time to get tired and go to bed.
There are a few places in Britain that really give me a buzz. Places, that for me, have a quality that can't be defined with words. Something that can only be felt. "Something understood".
One was in Richmond Park not far from the Kingston Gate. About half way from there to the Isabella Plantation there appears to be a circular wood. But when you get there, you find that the ground inside dips downwards and the trees for a sort of circle. Maybe it is the remains of an old saucer barrow. I don't know. I often used to go there and read. After a while I found I would only take books like the Upanishads or the Gita or the Dhammapada there to read. It became a special place.
Another is the walk along the coast path from St. Peter's on the Wall round to Bradwell on Sea waterside. On a winter's day with some cold drizzle and a howling wind, it's lovely to look out across the bird sanctuary and estuary that leads to the North Sea then pause and have a cup of hot tea from a flask. (One hurries past the power station!)
About half way along Derwent Water on the Catbells side, Castle Crags comes into view. I first saw it at sunset and the mellow sunlight on the surrounding hills and on the Crags took my breath away.
Perhaps my favourite has got to be St David's. Whether it's walking around the fields or lanes of this tiny city or along the coast path there, for me there is a magic about the place. To go onto the headland and hear the crashing waves and see the remains of the neolithic huts is wonderful. There is something soothing about listening to the shipping forecast and hearing it's name called out, "St David's head" and hearing what the weather is doing there.
One was in Richmond Park not far from the Kingston Gate. About half way from there to the Isabella Plantation there appears to be a circular wood. But when you get there, you find that the ground inside dips downwards and the trees for a sort of circle. Maybe it is the remains of an old saucer barrow. I don't know. I often used to go there and read. After a while I found I would only take books like the Upanishads or the Gita or the Dhammapada there to read. It became a special place.
Another is the walk along the coast path from St. Peter's on the Wall round to Bradwell on Sea waterside. On a winter's day with some cold drizzle and a howling wind, it's lovely to look out across the bird sanctuary and estuary that leads to the North Sea then pause and have a cup of hot tea from a flask. (One hurries past the power station!)
About half way along Derwent Water on the Catbells side, Castle Crags comes into view. I first saw it at sunset and the mellow sunlight on the surrounding hills and on the Crags took my breath away.
Perhaps my favourite has got to be St David's. Whether it's walking around the fields or lanes of this tiny city or along the coast path there, for me there is a magic about the place. To go onto the headland and hear the crashing waves and see the remains of the neolithic huts is wonderful. There is something soothing about listening to the shipping forecast and hearing it's name called out, "St David's head" and hearing what the weather is doing there.
Ticket sales have already been hit at Wembley apparently. According to a report I read, many corporate seats have not been renewed. The deadline was yesterday to do this and many firms have chosen to lose their license deposits rather than shell out to entertain business guests with an England game.
Of course, it's a moot point as to whether or not those seats should be available for real football fans but apparently Wembley is anticipating a drop in numbers even from these.
Of course, it's a moot point as to whether or not those seats should be available for real football fans but apparently Wembley is anticipating a drop in numbers even from these.
Just had to share this with you all. Apparently it's a transcription from a call centre.
There's always one. This has got to be one of the funniest things in a long time. I think this guy should have been promoted, not fired. This is a true story from the Word Perfect Helpline, which was transcribed from a recording monitoring the customer care department. Needless to say the Help Desk employee was fired; however, he/she is currently suing the Word Perfect organization for "Termination without Cause".
Actual dialogue of a former WordPerfect Customer Support employee. (Now I know why they record these conversations!):
Operator: "Ridge Hall, computer assistance; may I help you?"
Caller: "Yes, well, I'm having trouble with WordPerfect."
Operator: "What sort of trouble??"
Caller: "Well, I was just typing along, and all of a sudden the words went away."
Operator: "Went away?"
Caller: "They disappeared."
Operator: "Hmm So what does your screen look like now?"
Caller: "Nothing."
Operator: "Nothing??"
Caller: "It's blank; it won't accept anything when I type."
Operator: "Are you still in WordPerfect, or did you get out??"
Caller: "How do I tell?"
Operator: "Can you see the C: prompt on the screen??"
Caller: "What's a sea-prompt?"
Operator: "Never mind, can you move your cursor around the screen?"
Caller: "There isn't any cursor: I told you, it won't accept anything I type."
Operator: "Does your monitor have a power indicator??"
Caller: "What's a monitor?"
Operator: "It's the thing with the screen on it that looks like a TV. Does it have a little light that tells you when it's on??"
Caller: "I don't know."
Operator: "Well, then look on the back of the monitor and find where the power cord goes into it. Can you see that??"
Caller: "Yes, I think so."
Operator: "Great. Follow the cord to the plug, and tell me if it's plugged into the wall.
Caller: "Yes, it is."
Operator: "When you were behind the monitor, did you notice that there were two cables plugged into the back of it, not just one??"
Caller: "No."
Operator: "Well, there are. I need you to look back there again and find the other cable.."
Caller: "Okay, here it is."
Operator: "Follow it for me, and tell me if it's plugged securely into the back of your computer."
Caller: "I can't reach."
Operator: "Uh huh. Well, can you see if it is??"
Caller: "No."
Operator: "Even if you maybe put your knee on something and lean way over??"
Caller: "Oh, it's not because I don't have the right angle - it's because it's dark."
Operator: "Dark??"
Caller: "Yes - the office light is off, and the only light I have is coming in from the window.
" Operator: "Well, turn on the office light then."
Caller: "I can't."
Operator: "No? Why not??"
Caller: "Because there's a power failure."
Operator: "A power......... A power failure? Aha, Okay, we've got it licked now.
Do you still have the boxes and manuals and packing stuff your computer came in??"
Caller: "Well, yes, I keep them in the closet."
Operator: "Good. Go get them, and unplug your system and pack it up just like it was when you got it. Then take it back to the store you bought it from."
Caller: "Really? Is it that bad?"
Operator: "Yes, I'm afraid it is."
Caller: "Well, all right then, I suppose. What do I tell them??"
Operator: "Tell them you're too f --- ing stupid to own a computer.
There's always one. This has got to be one of the funniest things in a long time. I think this guy should have been promoted, not fired. This is a true story from the Word Perfect Helpline, which was transcribed from a recording monitoring the customer care department. Needless to say the Help Desk employee was fired; however, he/she is currently suing the Word Perfect organization for "Termination without Cause".
Actual dialogue of a former WordPerfect Customer Support employee. (Now I know why they record these conversations!):
Operator: "Ridge Hall, computer assistance; may I help you?"
Caller: "Yes, well, I'm having trouble with WordPerfect."
Operator: "What sort of trouble??"
Caller: "Well, I was just typing along, and all of a sudden the words went away."
Operator: "Went away?"
Caller: "They disappeared."
Operator: "Hmm So what does your screen look like now?"
Caller: "Nothing."
Operator: "Nothing??"
Caller: "It's blank; it won't accept anything when I type."
Operator: "Are you still in WordPerfect, or did you get out??"
Caller: "How do I tell?"
Operator: "Can you see the C: prompt on the screen??"
Caller: "What's a sea-prompt?"
Operator: "Never mind, can you move your cursor around the screen?"
Caller: "There isn't any cursor: I told you, it won't accept anything I type."
Operator: "Does your monitor have a power indicator??"
Caller: "What's a monitor?"
Operator: "It's the thing with the screen on it that looks like a TV. Does it have a little light that tells you when it's on??"
Caller: "I don't know."
Operator: "Well, then look on the back of the monitor and find where the power cord goes into it. Can you see that??"
Caller: "Yes, I think so."
Operator: "Great. Follow the cord to the plug, and tell me if it's plugged into the wall.
Caller: "Yes, it is."
Operator: "When you were behind the monitor, did you notice that there were two cables plugged into the back of it, not just one??"
Caller: "No."
Operator: "Well, there are. I need you to look back there again and find the other cable.."
Caller: "Okay, here it is."
Operator: "Follow it for me, and tell me if it's plugged securely into the back of your computer."
Caller: "I can't reach."
Operator: "Uh huh. Well, can you see if it is??"
Caller: "No."
Operator: "Even if you maybe put your knee on something and lean way over??"
Caller: "Oh, it's not because I don't have the right angle - it's because it's dark."
Operator: "Dark??"
Caller: "Yes - the office light is off, and the only light I have is coming in from the window.
" Operator: "Well, turn on the office light then."
Caller: "I can't."
Operator: "No? Why not??"
Caller: "Because there's a power failure."
Operator: "A power......... A power failure? Aha, Okay, we've got it licked now.
Do you still have the boxes and manuals and packing stuff your computer came in??"
Caller: "Well, yes, I keep them in the closet."
Operator: "Good. Go get them, and unplug your system and pack it up just like it was when you got it. Then take it back to the store you bought it from."
Caller: "Really? Is it that bad?"
Operator: "Yes, I'm afraid it is."
Caller: "Well, all right then, I suppose. What do I tell them??"
Operator: "Tell them you're too f --- ing stupid to own a computer.
I'm not really a sun lover. I've been looking after a dog that lives down the lane from me today and when I let her out into her garden I hid in the shade. I find it too uncomfortable. It was nice to get back into my place, an old stone cottage, and feel the quite cold air hit me as I entered. Very refreshing.
Just thought of another author whose work I used to read. If you're in the mood for something totally OTT, filthy, busting, disgraceful and downright weird, try some Charles Bukowski. The short story collections in particular.
THE FUCK MACHINE is hilarious and another is the story where he and a chum decide to try their hand at necrophilia with outrageous results.
THE FUCK MACHINE is hilarious and another is the story where he and a chum decide to try their hand at necrophilia with outrageous results.
Got a few of books on the go from the pile that litters the floor around my bed.
1) History : The Gracchi by David Stockton. About the two social reformers in the late Roman Republic.
2) Historical Novel : Under the Hog by Patrick Carelton. Terrific novel about Richard III. Very well researched and the opposite of the Tudor propaganda. (First read it nearly 40 years ago. Though long out of print, copies can still be bought from Amazon UK).
3) Light Humour : A volume of P.G. Wodehouse short stories about Jeeves and Wooster. For when I'm in a more flippant mood!
4) Childrens' book : The Meeting Pool. A collection of little stories based in the Borneo jungle. Quite delightful. Read them as a child. Not all that long ago! (Long OP but can still be got from Amazon UK).
What about some Camus? The short stories especially.
1) History : The Gracchi by David Stockton. About the two social reformers in the late Roman Republic.
2) Historical Novel : Under the Hog by Patrick Carelton. Terrific novel about Richard III. Very well researched and the opposite of the Tudor propaganda. (First read it nearly 40 years ago. Though long out of print, copies can still be bought from Amazon UK).
3) Light Humour : A volume of P.G. Wodehouse short stories about Jeeves and Wooster. For when I'm in a more flippant mood!
4) Childrens' book : The Meeting Pool. A collection of little stories based in the Borneo jungle. Quite delightful. Read them as a child. Not all that long ago! (Long OP but can still be got from Amazon UK).
What about some Camus? The short stories especially.
What an interesting thread! I had exactly the same thing happen last week. I was 'enjoying' myself when out of the blue the mother of one of my pupils (I'm a guitar teacher) came to mind. I found it very erotic. I've never thought of her in that way before. I wonder why this happens? Could it be that the person has a trait that deep down we find attractive but that on the surface isn't apparent to us?
Maybe it could also be because in reality we know that for what ever reason, we'd never have the chance of going to bed with that person. They are out of reach and this is our way of bringing them within reach. I guess that's what sexual fantasy is all about really isn't it? Making the impossible, possible.
Maybe it could also be because in reality we know that for what ever reason, we'd never have the chance of going to bed with that person. They are out of reach and this is our way of bringing them within reach. I guess that's what sexual fantasy is all about really isn't it? Making the impossible, possible.
For me it's being propped up in bed anytime from 'til 9am with couple of good books and a couple of cups of strong, ground coffee. Same again from about 10pm 'til about 11pm but without the coffee! Maybe a herb tea. I do nearly all of my reading in bed. I love it. Wonderful. As I work for myself and there's no one to kick me out of bed, I can have as much of this particular 'Me time' as I want.
I love being on my own and I love living on my own. I don't miss people when I haven't seen any in a while. I love the solitude that the old cottage I live in affords me. I have hundreds of books and radio 4 and I have flora and fauna outside my back door. I don't feel any need to share it with anyone. The peace that comes with solitude is underrated. I might occasionally miss a naked cuddle but it doesn't impinge on my love of solitude.
I absolutely love my job. I'm self employed and I teach guitar for a living. I've been playing guitar continuously for 48 years and it's a wonderful feeling passing on the skills that I've developed in that time to others. A terrific thing about the guitar is that you never stop learning, no matter how long you've played and no matter what level you achieve. There is always something new to learn. Be it a new piece, a new style or a new technique. It's an ongoing process.
I get a lot of pleasure from hearing pupils play. Got some doing exams this summer so that should be interesting. My only regret is that I didn't start teaching years earlier. I love it!
I get a lot of pleasure from hearing pupils play. Got some doing exams this summer so that should be interesting. My only regret is that I didn't start teaching years earlier. I love it!
Jackson Pollack Wall Cake
2 kg Self raising flour
6 eggs
500 gm Goats cheese
500 ml Virgin olive oil
500 gm Lard
250 gm caster sugar
Small box polyfiller
3 Bay leaves
Small tins of red,yellow, blue, green,white,black household paint.
2 bottles of vodka.
Bunch of violets, roses petals.
4 Blue Posts
1) Mix some of the lard into the flour.
2) Beat in the eggs to the mixture.
3) Heat some of the olive oil and melt the goats cheese.
4) when the cheese has melted stir in the polyfiller.
5) Add caster sugar and bay leaves.
Eat the flour/egg mixture and the goats cheese and remaining lard.
Then consume the tins of paint and egg shells.
Wash down with the remaining olive oil and vodka.
Eat the Blue Posts.
Stand on top of a step ladder near the ceiling.
Wait for multi coloured yawn to decorate wall.
2 kg Self raising flour
6 eggs
500 gm Goats cheese
500 ml Virgin olive oil
500 gm Lard
250 gm caster sugar
Small box polyfiller
3 Bay leaves
Small tins of red,yellow, blue, green,white,black household paint.
2 bottles of vodka.
Bunch of violets, roses petals.
4 Blue Posts
1) Mix some of the lard into the flour.
2) Beat in the eggs to the mixture.
3) Heat some of the olive oil and melt the goats cheese.
4) when the cheese has melted stir in the polyfiller.
5) Add caster sugar and bay leaves.
Eat the flour/egg mixture and the goats cheese and remaining lard.
Then consume the tins of paint and egg shells.
Wash down with the remaining olive oil and vodka.
Eat the Blue Posts.
Stand on top of a step ladder near the ceiling.
Wait for multi coloured yawn to decorate wall.
Just bought some music from the iTunes store for the first time. All jazz guitar stuff. Wonderful! Found an old Wes Montgomery track ( Dearly Beloved) that I haven't heard for over 35 years. Also a Joe Pass album of unaccompanied jazz guitar that my ex wife bought for me in 1977. Plus some Louis Stewart (fabulous Irish jazz guitarist).
Jeez!! I'm trying to cut down on my second hand book buying and now I've discovered the iTunes store. Oh well. Mustn't grumble! I'll just have to forget about my sighing wallet and enjoy the music. Bang goes my early night!
Jeez!! I'm trying to cut down on my second hand book buying and now I've discovered the iTunes store. Oh well. Mustn't grumble! I'll just have to forget about my sighing wallet and enjoy the music. Bang goes my early night!
