Out To Lunch

My back twinges when I get up. It has been a little sore this last week.

Midday. We take the Bulldogs for a walk to find some lunch.

The sun is shining. The breeze is blowing. I guess, the day is what you’d call balmy, but nicely so. Nicely so, that is the day, that’s how it goes. Sunny and windy.

We wander through the park. The sun is warm, it is nice. There are lots of people out and about

We’re decide on Malaysian. I have sweet corn soup and sweet tofu.  Sam has Taiwanese fried chicken 

It’s a bit cold now we are stopped still. The wind becomes stronger and the sun becomes weaker. Sitting outside in what is now a windy day to eat is a very Melbourne thing to do

The Asian dad at the next table has sexy bald legs coming out of his shorts, I notice as they get up to leave.

We get up not long after, and my back twinges some more.

1pm. We’re walking home. The wind is blowing, it's blowing a carpet of dead plane tree leaves around now just above the ground.

We meet a nice man sitting outside the ice cream shop with his poodle on his lap. He asks questions about the Bulldogs. He seems nice.

We walk back through the park.

Forty five minutes we’re home again.

My back is really sore by then. I’m not exactly sure why? I did do leg presses in the gym yesterday. I have found in the past that leg press can make my back sore. I have avoided them for the longest time, I only really started doing them again just recently.

My back really twinges when I sit down on the couch. 

Fuck it, I think. I’m not going to the office tomorrow with this sore back. I’m nothing, if I am not an opportunist. But, I really do have a really sore back, it has got worse and worse as the day has progressed.

I will have to make an appointment with my Osteopath, I think. He’s moved, I will have to find him. My back twinges some more. I feel like a cripple suddenly when I get up. So, I take the having to make an appointment with my osteopath out of the mental to do list, and make one.

Midday tomorrow. Lovely.

And no going to the office. It is almost worth having a sore back just for that. 

I’ll have to remember to ask him about the leg press.

Second Gym Saturday

(This is an entry from my journal, I didn't have anything else written)

(I didn't think I should use the photo of dick flashing guy that I took)

5.34am. I was up. Nyr. Normal time for me now a days. I kind of like it now, gives me time on my own.

I took the pizza boxes, from last nights dinner, to the bin on the corner. I mean, what else do you do with pizza boxes.

It was dark and kind of cold outside still.

There was a white Mercedes delivery truck outside in the street with its back doors open.

The bin on the nearest corner was full, so I crossed diagonally, giving way to the white Toyota Camry coming up the hill with bright headlights, and put the boxes in the bin on the far corner.

As I cross back home, I saw that the delivery guy was squatting in the back of his truck in beige work pants with dark brown leather trim stretched over his hot arse.

Well, that’s nice, I think.

The delivery guy got in his truck and drove away as I closed our front gate behind me and headed to my front door.

Milo was standing in the hallway when I came in.

I make coffee.

5.55am. I am sitting on the big couch with a blanket over my knees.

Milo stands on the couch next to me for a time, but then jumps off and disappears out of sight.

6.05am. Milo jumps back up on the couch and cuddles up.

I read The Guardian.

6.14am. Brun is up. He hops up on the couch next to me.

‘How often I’m called a paedophile online is shocking’: inside Russell T Davies’s horrifying drama about rising hatred. The creator of It’s a Sin is back – and he’s furious. His new series, Tip Toe, explores the rise of homophobia through a feud between two Manchester neighbours. He and stars Alan Cumming and David Morrissey talk death, fear and ‘joy as a form of protest’.

‘Sexy as hell’: filthy and hilarious Heated Rivalry parody musical comes to New York. The smutty hockey show gets the Off-Broadway treatment with shirtless scenes, hilarious one-liners and a Liza Minnelli send-up.

7.10am, I watched Can The World's CHEAPEST Bentley Make It Back From AFRICA? Taylor driving it back from Africa on AutoAlex2.

7.40am. I ate the apple pastry Charlie bought home last night from the restaurant.

8am. I watched Patti LaBelle sing Somewhere Over the Rainbow at Live Aid.

I watched Brian Cox talk about space and the universe. I could listen to him talk for the rest of my life. His voice is calming, and his knowledge is comforting. With people like Brian Cox in the world, I don’t lose my hope for humanity completely.

I watched Thunderhead289 and his 1955 Plymouth, grandma special. Barn find. Not started for many years. He doesn’t get it going. I kind of wonder if the video would have been better if it was longer and he did get the old girl running. 

8.55am. Sam and Otto were up.

10:35am. Brun and I go out the front for a walk. The sun is shining. The sky is blue.

Just for piss and then we’re back inside.

10:45am. I go to the gym. It’s nice walking there in the warm sunshine.

The sun shines brightly in a Vespa scooter’s revision mirror as I woke up with Tristan… er? (Oh my dictation is funny. Perhaps, I could write a story, I woke Up With Tristan) um, walk up Gertrude Street. The sun reflecting brightly in the Vespa rear vision mirror would have made a good shot if I’d thought about it before I was too many steps passed it.

10:48am. I’m on the exercise bike.

There is just a couple of chicks in the gym. This is only my second Saturday, so I don’t really know how they go yet.

I’m listening to Queen, end of Innuendo and then The Miracle.

10:53am. An Asian girl and dark-haired guy arrive. I presume they are girlfriend and boyfriend just from their body language. She is all in black, he’s got a pale grey t-shirt on and black shorts.

A Taj type arrives. I had a friend called Taj once, and this guy reminded me of him. Slim, tall, olive skin, kind of Italian looking. White muscle shirt, black active wear pants. 

A 30 something Asian guy arrives, all decked out in matching blue shorts and blue t-shirt.

I get into the rhythm of my exercise bike. The gym filled up with people quickly, I think. The music plays in my ears and I slide into my own world.

Taj and the Asian guy leave again. They may have gone downstairs to the downstairs gym, which I think you would call the free weight section, even if the upstairs has a free weight section too. I never go to the downstairs section.

11:03am. Dick flashing boy arrives. Well, there’s a thing, I think. He doesn’t take any notice of me, that’s hardly surprising, I think. I reckon he’d just smoked too much pot, and was feeling pot lushy, the other day when he dropped his cock out of the leg of his shorts.

11:08am. A cute, twink, Justin Timberlake lookalike arrives in long black shorts and a black singlet.

11:11am. There are People sitting on the machines looking at their phones, 3 machines in a row. The Asian chick, Justin Timberlake, and the 30 year old guy in a pale grey t-shirt and black shorts. I want the Lat Pull down that the Asian chick is sitting on.

I don’t really know what the etiquette of the machines is really? Can you say, if you are just going to look at your phone, how about getting off the machine? I don’t know?

I do,

Cable Pull Down

Leg press.

Dick flashing guy is working out near me, mostly the double cable pull down. He’s not looked at me, so far as I can tell.

I take a photo of him, just to remember him by

I suspect it is the leg press that puts my back out. More on that later.

Knee extensions.

I’m gazing at dick flashing guy, he has great legs and a great arse.

Chest Press

The Asian chick finally gets off the lateral pull down. About fucking time, I want to say to her!

Lat pulldown.

11:24am. 30 something Asian guy comes back.

The Asian chick is now on her phone sitting on the seated row. Jesus, girl! Put you phone away. I know we’re all looking at our phones, but between reps, luv, not as the main practice.

Incline lift with dumbbells. I always have wobbly arms with this one as I left the weights into the air.

The Taj type comes back.

Planking, to finish. I’m gazing up at dick flashing guy who is still on the double cable pull down, and it is the first time I clock him looking at me. Our eyes connect, oh yes, you do know who I am, buddy.

11:30am. I leave the gym.

Charlie is in the bathroom when I get home. Charlie is always in the bathroom when I get home. That boy always manages to be in the fucking bathroom. What is it with 23 year olds? Are they still getting used to how their sausages work, and they have to spend an inordinate amount of time working them out?

I get my laptop and sit in our bedroom in my wet gym clothes while I wait for Charlie to get out of the bathroom. I’m kind of cold.

I have a shower.

Midday. We walk into the city.

The sun is shining. The sky is blue. It’s actually a lovely day.

It takes about half an hour and we’re in Bourke Street. Sam disappears inside.

The sun is still shining. Me and the boys stand outside. 

Sam doesn’t come back so we go and sit on our usual seat next to a dark haired boy smoking a cigarette.

Sam messages that he is getting his hair cut.

A chick walks up the hill in a tight black dress so short you can see the bottom of both her arse cheeks, at the top of her pale legs.

12:40pm. Suddenly smoking boy jumps up and walks off up Bourke Street. And is gone

There are a group of guys laughing just out of sight. It is slightly interesting because I can’t see them. I have a vague idea they are with motorbikes.

A fat chicken in a short checked dress, low cut at the front, giving it jiggling boobies, with short denim shorts underneath, I noticed, after she’s passed by.

There are lots of people walking up and down Bourke Street. Couples. Singles. Boys in shorts with great legs.

12:50pm. Sam is out. We walk up the street a little to Thailand and we eat Thai food for lunch. Sum has beef soup. I ate a dry Tom Yum.

1:22pm. We’re walking home.

I stop at The Paperback bookshop to look at the titles in the window, but some loon is on the nearby public phone yelling aggressively, screaming and swearing at someone. “Why have you fucken done this to me! Tellme why you have been such a cunt!”

So we move on, not exactly conducive to book reading.

Some loser is outside parliament with multiple large white signs with writing all over them and a loud hailer. What little I read of the signs was every conspiracy theory known.

The loser from the phone catches up to us in Parliamentary Reserve, plonking himself down on one of the seats there, but he is quiet.

It was a lovely sunny Autumn day. Ah sunny days in Melbourne, there is nowhere better.

1:53pm. We’re home.

We do screens for the rest of the afternoon.

I watch YouTube.

Out Into The Day

The sun is shining, and I'm getting off the couch, with a bulldog asleep on each side of me, and I am closing my laptop, and I'm going out into the back garden, and the fresh air, to do some gardening. 

Get the ladder out, find my gloves, get my secateurs and give it all a good prune.

No music, I think I will just enjoy the sounds of the day.

The World We Live In

It’s an indictment on the world we live in, that it is the NDIS [National Disability Insurance Scheme] recipients who are the biggest losers from the recent budget, and yet all we hear about is how wealthy investors are being upset by tax changes. 

Lovely Girl Trainer

I got a message back from my lovely Girl Trainer, after cheekily asking could I not only continue to use her sports app, but could she update my program to include more days. 

I did say that if I was asking too much she should say.

That’s great to hear you are still training Christian! Well done! 

I’m overseas at a conference but will update your physical when I get online, probably tomorrow or so.

And no, absolutely happy to restart your program - it’s very easy to do and is always great to hear that people are keeping up with the training. Go you!

There are lovely people left in the wold, don't let me anyone tell you otherwise.

I haven't trained with her for more than 12 months. 

She is someone who believes in what she is doing, and just isn't it for what she can get out of it.

Gym Tuesday

Sam goes into the office early, well, the normal time people go to offices. I realised, he has been going into the office on Tuesdays without a word. Unusual for him, as he has worked from home since 2019. He did get a big promotion though.

I have to go to the office on Mondays, and you don't hear the end of me whining about it.

I decided to go to the gym earlyish, 8.45am, and get it done. Boris doesn't start until 9.15am/9.30am and it takes he a little longer to get going. So, if I go at 8.45am, I'm almost done in the gym by the time she opens her eyes and starts to look about.

As I got on the exercise bike, a handsome lad in black shorts that were hugging him, bent right over in front of me first thing. Well, there's a thing, I thought, as I gaze at his sexy arse pointing at me.

I have no idea what he was doing, letting the blood rush to his head, maybe. Why? Shrug. I avoided the temptation to turn my head upside down to get a better look at him. When he stood up again he had blond hair and blue eyes and a boyish face, which was flushed red, as you would expect, and he looked like a boy who had just jerked off. It was a good look on him.

I messaged girl trainer and asked her if she could put exercises in my program for Tuesdays. I am still using her app, even though we have stopped working together for a year now. I'm trying to go to the gym 3 times a week and programs for Tuesday, Thursday and Saturday would help. A bit cheeky, I know, but, you don't get anything unless you ask? She told me that I was her favourite client, so I thought I'd trade on that for a bit longer. We'll see what she says.

I hit send and started to pedal.

A cute, sexy Asian boy was there. He fills out his pale grey track pants impressively.

Tall, skinny gay guy was there. He always wears a muscle shirt and really small shorts, which I always think accentuate his skinny physique.

I do like a empty gym in which to workout.

I was back at 9.50am. It is kind of exhausting to come home to two wiggling jumping 70 kilos of bulldog, although lovely too.

I didn't hear from Boris until 10.30am, I reckon that is about the time her first coffee kicks in

Now, I'm going to the bakery to get a muffin to reward myself. Fresh Muffin Tuesday, yum, yum.

In The Office

6am. I leave home. It’s still dark. I guess when we’re heading towards winter, it’s still dark is an obvious statement.

I pulled down posters from lampposts along Gertrude Street. Nyr. Just tidying up the place as I head to the tram stop.

6:15am. I’m at St. Vincent’s Plaza waiting for a tram. Someone’s Italian father joins me in the dark. He stands, I sit, and we wait.

6:21am. A tram turns up.

There’s a tall lunchy guy in his baggy shorts with tight legs.

Everyone is staring down at their phones. Do you think there is something in that? Everyone glued to a small screen.

Put you phones down guys and look at the world around you. What it go by, I think.

The tram is overheated. I sit here with a view straight down the car to the front, out to the road and I watch the tram jostle about as we move along the road.

6:27am. 101 Collins Street.

6:31am. William Street.

There’s a guy walking his small dog coming towards me.

6:35am. I’m in the lift

6.35am. I'm in the office. Yay me. That art work I have used (for this post) is depressingly cheerful for a Monday. What was I thinking?

All the blinds are pulled down, as I walk into our department, what, do I work with a bunch of fucking vampires? What do these people have against sun light? But, I guess, I can only really control the blinds in my office, despite the temptation I feel to go and open them all.

The first thing I do is smash a cup in the kitchen. I jumped at the sound it made going off like a gun shot. Yeah, good one, Christian. There is no broom and pan? I do my best with paper towel.

I’m swearing my head off, calling everyone a cunt, chuckle. Of course, I’m the only person here, But you know, it feels good.

I’m reading my emails, and they are all shitting me already, and none of them have even arrived in the office yet?

7am. I’m swearing, what is it they say, like a sailor, out loud, but of course I’m the like the tree falling in the forest. I can tell you it feels fucking good though.

7:35am. I’m looking at some journals, what the fuck is sister2sister? Is that when the chicks get to lick each other’s snatches out? That’s when the straight boys get their cocks out and wank off over the two gals going at it, like a toey wolf pack, despite what nice ladies might tell you about their sons. Those boys would happily jerk each other off if they get to watch a couple of chicks licking each other’s verJayJays.

Many a time I’ve seen guys going at it in dark rooms (sure they’ve been gay guys, but straight guys aren’t any different) sticking their cocks into the nearest hole, all heaving and groaning as if they are one single living organism.

7:47am. Nice boys, nice boys, yeah they’re all nice boys until you introduced a bit of snatch, and then they’re not such nice boys generally, despite what their mothers might say about them.

7:49am. There was Willie in the wolf pack watching their brothers in arms take turns on the drunk girl in the locker room, and Willie was having problems getting off, so Adam helped him out, while he finished himself off, now there’s a nice boy for you. They both shot their loads into both of Adam’s hands while Jeremy took his turn in drunk Kylie on the changing benches. She already had four loads in her, Lachlan, Brendan, Liam and Taylor, who was right before Jeremy.

It’s an ugly business, there is no denying it, but that doesn’t make it any less true.

7:49am. AttaBoyBazza with all his muscles arrives.

7:50am. The cute service boy was in with the much admired arse.

7:51am. Cherry, finance chick, was in.

It’s interesting that young gay guys hang around in parks, just for instance, hoping that a couple of strapping lads will turn up and bend them over the nearest park bench taking turns on them until they feel both their loads fill them up. Happy is the twink who is stumbling out of the park in the wee small hours struggling to pull their jeans up as a couple of anonymous dude’s juices dribble out their butt holes.

Why is it that young twinks, who could easily get hurt as much as anyone by big guys have the bravery to put themselves in such a situation and yet chicks are too terrified to do the same kind of thing.

8am. Jason Jones was in.

8:12am. Jason walks back from the printer with his head down looking at a document as he has a habit of doing, so I can freely gaze at his dick bulge in his pants.

I say good morning to him.

Jason says good morning to me.

Jason looks kinda of like Sam. Actually, a lot like Sam. I have thoughts about Jason quite often.

TheBigPoo is in. He is back to his bonkers, cheerful morning attitude, doing impersonations of dogs doing head tilts.

He had his 40th wedding anniversary on the weekend.

The yappy cow who sits outside my office arrives late apparently with stories of her disastrous morning to regale everyone with, kill me now, I think, but fortunately they don’t materialise.

Apparently, I hear later that her lunch let go in her handbag at the train station. No, that is not a smile you see on my face.

10.30am. I have everything pretty much done, I’ve done 4 hours after all, and I’m feeling decidedly bored and am contemplating pulling a sickie and making a run for it. I have that stupid manager’s meeting first.

I think The Midget is working from home? Seriously? So, what am I doing here?

Our meeting is short, none of us really have any issues.

10:40am. I think fuck it after the meeting and I just say straight away that I’m sick and I’m going home. Boris asks me if I’m going to work when I get home and I say yes. “I’ll switch my computer on, sure.”

I tell her it is the continuing stomach problem I have, that I know what it is. And Boris says it’s this place, isn’t it? And I say I wish I could blame it on this place and we both laugh… because we both knew it is that place

The cute service boy says good bye to me by name in the corridor, Bye Christian, it gives me a slight buzz, as I make my way to the kitchen.

I go to the kitchen and get my lunch. I go to grab a couple of bananas to take with me for the tram ride home and I grab a big bunch accidentally and then I’m hesitating with this big bunch in my hand with my satchel open and then after I dither, I just shove the whole lot in my bag and close it and leave. And the whole time the OnlyGoodHRExec is in the kitchen with me, but she has her back to me so I figure it’s okay, but it is kind of risky nonetheless.

10:48am. I’m in the lift going home.

10:53am. I’m on the tram stop and I think I hear a cat and I look up but it’s a man with his baby standing next to me.

I get the tram. The sun is shining.

11:15am. I am home.

The dogs go nuts. Sam puts his hand to his chest and coughs. I smile.

I sign back into work.

The day is easy after that, me, back in my home study where I belong.