My First Real Day Off

I’ve got a cough, one of those smoked-too-much hacking coughs that you have trouble controlling. Sam just looks at me with disappointment every time I hook, hook, hook.

My first day off after how long? I should look it up, but I’m fairly sure it was halfway through July. Yesterday doesn’t count as LouLou was here and I was still entertaining from the weekend.

I switched the morning TV off fairly smartly. Goodness me. Although, that Karl Stefonovic gets me going, he's cute, I'd like to lick his face. I got pretty stoned pretty quickly. Ah, you know, what does a boy do to entertain himself? What to do in your down time? I started to watch porn on my laptop, Buddy was by my side. I decided that all boys whack off in front of their dogs, it is just that sort of relationship. The dog doesn’t care, he either watches benignly, or falls asleep.

Well, I was trying to... with my hand down my... um... track suit pants, but Buddy got very interested in what I was doing. It is very hard to... um,... er, shall we say, keep tugging away when you have a 25 kilo bulldog digging at your crotch panting. It made me wonder what Jason used to get up to? Of course, maybe that is just my fantasy, watching Jason wank and all. Ha ha. But, I have to tell you, the determination he... oh, he's a bulldog what am I talking about.

A string of steady “No’s!” "No!" "NO, don't be creepy!" "No!" "NO!" "NO!!!!!!" And a couple of light taps to his fat face and he lost interest and “harrumphed” and lay down face first on the carpet next to me. Then he rolled over and snored with his little pink tongue hanging out.

I messed around on my PC after that. I never really use it any more. I’ve got to run it occasionally, otherwise the updates back up... 

... and the day slipped away.


I was unshowered and stoned on the couch when Sam arrived. Sam bought me cough mixture. Isn’t he sweet. The one thing he is not so sweet about is me lounging around the house doing nothing, even if it is, effectively, my first day off. Oh no, no, no. He wanted to know how I’d got on with my list of things to do.

"Um? Er?"

He gave me “that look” when I told him, "not so well."

We went to Woolies, of course. The dreaded Woolies. "AH!" Dinner. Yay. I don’t know what I did, um ate, before Sam came along, but I know one thing I have never visited the supermarket quite so often.

Sam cooked noodles.

Lovely.

Back At It

Ah, lovely, mid morning, one pot of coffee down, life is good. The sun is shining, the birds are singing. (the ambulance siren wails some where far off in the distance) My dog at my feet. How life should be.

I haven't thought about work once. I haven't felt like I should be doing "something else" not at all. I slipped right back into it, up just after 8am (that will improve, once I am fully back into delusional retirement mode) Coffee on. Laptop on. Muesli. Orange juice, freshly squeezed. Freshly squeezed out of a bottle, not like my mother did every morning for us kids, hand squeezed from a bag of large string bag of oranges for 20 years.

Suddenly, Buddy is chewing on my foot, then ankle when I protest, leg. Ouch! Stop it! No! My protests fall on deaf ears, as he decides 'no, this is a fun game." A louder, leader of the pack rebuke is what is required. "NO, I am deadly serious." A bulldog face appears in my lap, looking up for approval.

Oh lovely, life is back to normal. My one thing to do today is make a list of all the things I have to do. I don't know how we all worked full time, you can never get anything done. I have a huge number of things I have to get done. So it is a list, and then nothing else to do all day.

Sam asked me if I was going to ring Jack today, to see if I can get a new work assignment before Xmas. I said,

"No, probably Tuesday. I'm having at least one day off."

I didn't, actually, specify what Tuesday. I thought realistically it would be closer to today fortnight, before I think about that. I still haven’t quite decided what I am going to do if he calls? I think I will ignore his calls for a week. Hopefully he won’t call. Hopefully there is no work.


My pact with Jack about work – my private pact, the pact that Jack doesn’t, actually, know anything about – is that I will accept all the work he gives me. Don’t turn anything down. The down time just naturally occurs in the timing of assignments, in the nature of my work. However, after my second last assignment, which was to be in the outer suburbs, which I only just got out of because my last assignment, which started just before it, got extended, I now have one condition, I’m saying no to any that are too far away. I’m not going to zone three, fuck it, I’d rather be on the dole, if it came to that. Not that I have ever been on the dole, but I’m sure you get what I mean.

He Turned Green

It was evil stepdaughter, Miss Jane’s birthday party at the winery in the country. It was a significant birthday milestone, so everyone was going. We’d all been looking forward to it. Her cute ex-boyfriend organised it all for her. Everyone was going, we’d been talking about it for months. We were all to catch a bus at the corner of Smith Street and Victoria Parade, at 10.30 sharp so none of us had to drink.

We got up and we both felt poorly. We both had headaches.

Sebastian and Alex arrived. D and Ashley arrived. Tuli and Shane got ready late in the morning, but were, actually, ready on time.

D told me that Guido has a Bulldog. He has joint custody over it with his ex-partner. I wondered how I never knew that?

Baby Bulldog had a wonderful time, so many people to play with… and legs to hump.

Sam said that he really didn’t think he had such a bad headache that it was making him feel sick.

I said, “Oh come on, we’ll be fine.”

LouLou was late, she got pulled over for a breath test and for speeding.

Sam said again he didn’t feel well and doubted that he was alright to go.

I said to him, this has been planned for months, we said we are going for the numbers, come on you’ll be fine once you get some fresh air into you walking around to the bus.

May and Adrian were in McDonalds when we went looking for an ATM. Sally arrived with her girlfriend.

We were at the bus stop in the glorious sunshine, all gabbling away like old time friends, right on the dot of 10.30 waiting for the magical coach to take us to lovelyland.

I looked over at my handsome boyfriend and he just looked a sickly shade of green. He really did. “Are you alright, babe?”

Through gritted teeth he said, ”The thought of getting on a bus right now makes me feel like I will vomit.”

“Oh.” I touched the side of his face and noticed that all the colour had drained from his lips. “We should go home then.”

“Sorry guys, we can’t go.”

That's The Way, Baby

Oh yeah, Ray, we want to see you do that

Big Brother

Big Brother. I don't know? Who do I want to win? Funny, probably Zoey. I hated her at the beginning, the big country red neck. But now I think she is the nicest of all of them, she seems really sweet.

I miss cute Ray. I used to like seeing him in his undies.

Cute Ray

Out of There Like The Flash

At 13.43, I got the magic words. “Well Christian, that is all I really have for you… you can go home.”

“Okay, cool.”

“Thanks for all your help.”

“Good working with you. Good luck with the new girl.”

And I was out of there like The Flash. (Scorch marks on the carpet, and all)


The religious nut on the corner handing out pamphlets, as I headed home, said that there was always something to be thankful for.

I'm thankful that my job finished today and that now I can sit on my arse and do nothing, I thought. And I smiled, right then and there in Russell Street after I thought it.

Guido arrived with pot. I have to go see him tomorrow for the other stuff.

“Oh shit sorry, I never gave you a thought with the other stuff. Sure. I can help you, come see me tomorrow at home.

Sam was still unhappy, you see it is his thing, the white goddess, he’s never happy until he has it in his hand.

Another job over. I’ve learned between (the black law firm) and now,

I’ve learned that us queens say a lot things with judgement, it is a part of our humour, it is away of making our way in the world. The mere mortals don’t get it, don’t like it, it gets us into trouble more often than not. All we have to do is drop the judgement to make our way more smoothly in the world.

Back to the Future

David called me to say he wanted the bottom bedroom and my study. I had offered him that combo last night. He said something about the loft bedroom room possibly being too cold. It is probably true of David, he likes to be warm.

I didn’t want to go to Woolies and Sam was exhausted, so we got the special pre7pm Indian meal deal, which seems to have become $8 dollar value for $10, rather than $12 value for $10, just lately. It has become just orange slop, rather than chicken in orange slop.

Sam was very worried about the lack of progress with the procurement of the crystal meth for the Melbourne Cup weekend. He never stopped talking about it. Four days off for him to recover. And hopefully, I’m still out of work by then, I plan to be.

Shane came home and said he’d had a frantic day. Tuli had run out of money and Shane had to run around to six Western Union before he found one that was open, as the money had to be transferred instantly, as Tuli needed the money to buy food. Now! Right away! Ah married life. It didn’t make too much sense for a couple who are about to relocate abroad. I’ve never been so broke that I couldn’t afford food, never. I don’t know what that would feel like? Besides, doesn’t he have a credit card? Or a tin of something in the back of the cupboard? Really? I don’t think I would want to admit to that? What does he do with his money?

2 Days To Go

I seemed to leave early this morning, before 9am, rather than after. It was a lovely morning, the sun was shining, the right weather for my Rolling Stones T-shirt, I reckoned. The gardens were lovely, the roads busy, Victoria Parade was bumper to bumper, with it's morning traffic nightmare.

The Big Issue woman was playing a green recorder in Collins Street, it was quite nice, a song in the morning, despite her lack of expertise. Good for her, I thought, as I covered my ears. 

I got to sit on my “morning seat” for an extended time, being early and all, out the front of the office watching the world go by. Paris end, after all. Of course, that would normally mean two cigarettes, but I only had one. The air was fresh, what can I say?

I hadn’t been seated for long, when a school group came up Collins Street. The school boys, in grey pants and maroon jackets, wrestled on the steps of the Baptist Church, and on the foot path out the front, like puppies letting off steam. They spilled out over the footpath, not noticing, or seemingly caring, who they were going to career into. Kids.

A bald middle aged guy in a black suit tackled/shouldered one of them out of his way, when the kid banged into him. I think the bald guy was back on the sports oval momentarily - as a teenager himself, quite possibly. The kid was mock outraged and followed after the bald guy, mock threateningly, showing off to his mates to be sure. I was just waiting for the bald man to look around and see him, but he didn't.

An eccentrically styled Asian woman came walking up Collins Street, in the sparkly clothes, she had on really gaudy jewel encrusted pants. She looked so serious, but smiled so sweetly when I smiled at her, like it was a revelation that someone would smile in the mornings, I thought, as her face lit up.

Chuckles had a haircut, she had her fringe cut, she looked quite pretty. I was going to tell her, but, you know, I’ve learnt to keep it strictly professional at work. Besides, she's got the good humour of a block of wood, lets face it.

I was heading to the kitchen to get coffee and there was (cute, straight) Ben lying on the floor staring up at (hot, straight) Daniel. Ben was doing some sort of lower back adjustment in reality, but it looked so gay the two of them gazing at each other.

You should see the two of them in their shorts when they run together at lunchtime. Woof!

It was lovely walking in the sun at lunch time, meandering through the laneways trying to keep in the pools of sunlight along the way. It was a little windy, a little brisk, if you didn’t stay where the sun shone down.

In between Chuckles giving me some end of month work to complete, I was pretty much filing all day. I really don’t mind a bit of filing, I find it kind of therapeutic. I don't care - I guess I should - I get paid the same amount whatever I do. It is how people think sometimes with temp staff, just get them to do what they don't want to do, which makes me a fairly high paid filing clerk. Whatever?

Two days to go was all I cared about.

Sam and I made pesto pasta.

Shane went out for dinner with David.

David came over to talk about moving back in here some time in March next year, after Shane moves to London. He wants the loft bedroom, and the bedroom next to mine as an office. The bedroom is not being used anyway. I increased the rent, but not really enough.

It makes sense, like old times, back to the future. I have to be realistic, I can’t work less and live here on my own – my income decreases and my bills, effectively, double.

Who's on What?

Hi, can I speak to Seth?

Do you mean Sel?

No, I mean Seth.

I’m Sel.

Nice to speak to you Sel. Can I speak to Seth?

There is no Seth, just Sel.

But, I don’t want to speak to Sel, I want to speak to Seth.

Well, I’m afraid I can't help you.

Seth?

No, Sel.

Oh. But isn’t this Seth’s phone.

No, it is mine.

And you’re not Seth?

No, I have told you I am Sel.

Sel?

Yes.

Not Seth.

Yes. I mean no. I mean yes. It is not Seth. I’m Sel.

Yes, I got that much, but I am really looking for Seth.

Well, I’m sorry I can’t help you.

Sel?

Yes.

Selwyn Bradley Lachlan Wallace.

Big family? Lots of uncles?

I dunno.

Why else would you have so many names?

My mother liked them.

Catholic?

Yes.

So, lots of uncles.

I guess?

I still can't help you, however.

Buddy

The End is in Sight

Chuckles told me today that she had found a replacement for the recalcitrant (name of employee).

"Finally," she said.

Whatever?

She followed that by saying something about the company not hiring senior staff, that they were only hiring junior staff, which I didn’t really even think about until some time after.

Yes, yes, yes, I thought, tell me when I finish.

She said I could finish Friday and I thought YAY!

“That gives me those 3 days to get organised.”

A bit later I asked her if she meant today, or next Friday? She laughed and said, “Don’t worry, next Friday.” I was hoping she meant today. “That gives me those 3 days….”

Oh yes, blah blah blah.

“If you get another assignment that starts next week, then take it, that will be fine. Can you let Jack know."

I’m not planning to work in a hurry, this has gone on and on and on and on, I thought, so I am not saying a word to Jack.

Of course, if Jack calls and gives me work I will take it, I’m not stupid, but, I don’t have to call him any time in the foreseeable future either.

I Like Your Shirt

I walked in this morning and four of the (handsome) straight (that is an assumption) account execs were sitting around a meeting table. (You've got to love open plan)

“I like your shirt,” said one of them, just as I walked past.”

“Thanks. I got it at the “something” market.

“I like the colour.”

Ah straight boys, I thought, how you have evolved.

I like that side of the meeting table closest to the walk way, so often the boys are leaning forward and you get a good view of their undies elastic and, perhaps, a brief glimpse of skin, just above their arse cracks, perhaps hair rising up out of a slender skin split. (admit, you want to sniff him down there) Call me a perve. (from off stage, "You're a perve") Aren't we all, especially if it is a glimpse of pink skin over smooth flesh, we're all perves, come on, admit it.

Collins Street

Buying a Dog House

I played with Buddy before work, he wriggles and jumps. I put him outside again before Shane gets up, just for now.

Sam googled dog kennels during the day – oh for the life of a IT employee – and he came up with two from Bunnings. A dog kennel from Bunnings, oh the dizzy heights of luxury, flat-pack shopping. Shouldn’t we be frequenting boutique shops on the high street, where the girl behind the counter in named Madeline, who calls everyone, darling, in a too-many-joints-inhaled-in-the-back-lane-before-work kind of voice? Ha ha, ho ho. Couple shopping, urban, Mark said, clichéd, work, shops, tired, hassled, Thursday night shoppers, jostling for parking spaces… all the things that run through your head are funny, if only in retrospect.

It is a good thing we are a couple modern day poofter boys who are handy with a tape measure, as we knew the exact sizes that would fit and that wouldn’t. We bought him the largest one, and I am even wondering if the current door will be big enough for him when he is fully grown? Never mind, I’m sure we could renovate it with a saw, if need be. I’ve renovated who houses before (Ed note – he had other people do it for him), how hard could cutting a larger doorway in a kennel be?

It was easy to assemble. Buddy when straight into it when it was finally jostled into position.

I lit a fire and set up camp in the lounge room. Sam made noodles.

We took turns at puppy training. Turns meant we alternated between our turns at saying, “No,” and Buddy’s turns at being out in his bed.

I rolled too many joints, of course.

Looking over at Sam’s expressionless, some may say pained, face lying on the couch, where I am used to seeing him smile, has made me wonder about buying any more bags of pot for LeeLou, only to have her not to come and collect them when she says and me smoking them… three thus far.

These stairs were so symmetrical it was kind of mesmerising 

Just Because You Don't Like What Someone Says, It Doesn't Give You The Right To Censorship

So Peter Slipper sent some questionable texts. They may have been juvenile, they may have been in, what some people may say, bad taste, but surely that is what we all used to call freedom of speech. More and more I see censorship creeping in as a judgement on what we don't like people saying.

Just because you don't like what someone says, it doesn't give us the right to censor it.

Walking the Dog

I took Buddy for a walk after work. We walked to Johnston Street, where we turned to come home, and after we did, Buddy just sat down and wouldn’t budge. Nope, I’m not walking home. I knew Bulldogs had a tendency to be stubborn, but I didn’t get exactly what that meant. It took me an hour, carrying him, and dragging him, and hating him all the way home.

All this time there was this clearly insane man, all decked out in teal, hat and all, dancing and pirouetting and gesturing to people, bowing and allowing imaginary people go before him. He was really, completely, in the other room. Well he, pretty much, stayed level with us. I’d get so exasperated, I’d pick Buddy up and carry him, but he is twenty something kilos and a dead weight, so I can’t carry him for long and then he wouldn’t move. And insanity would catch up with us again, living, what seemed like, a completely blissful existence. But I tell you, when the dog was driving me nuts, I’d look up to see hell twirling next to me. I wanted to scream… but, mostly ended up laughing. Mostly.

And then, of course, it was all the boys sitting outside the pub drinking beer, who got the equivalent of me trying to drag Buddy, then picking him up and carrying him, then putting him down, as he was too heavy, him not moving for a good ten minutes of giggle time, only to have me carry him again, again crumbling under the weight…

… I thought I was going to lose my mind.

And right at the moment, just before I was going to drop to my knees and cry, Why won’ you move! Raising my fists to the heaven, a beautiful straight couple came riding by in the sunshine, who Buddy began to followed and they thought he was adorable, because he is, and they played along, they laughed and said yes follow us.

They were both beautiful, who wouldn’t follow them anywhere.

The girl laughed and swished her beautiful golden hair and flashed her Cameron Diaz smile and said, “I’ll give you $10 for him right now?” I thought she was super cool.

“Do you know how tempting that sounds?” I said.

That got the Buddy and me home.

Good. Busy. Tired. Silence

I tested Chuckles this morning when I walked in. I asked her how she was and how her weekend had been, so that if, in the unlikely event that, she asked me how my weekend was I would tell her about buying the dog.

“Good morning, how are you.”

“Oh fine.”

“How was your weekend?”

“Good. Busy. Tired.”

Silence.

What is in a Name?

I now have a dog named Buddy and a cat named Missy, I realised. It sounds like I am running some posh boarding school for spoilt kids.

"Come Buddy. Come on Missy, on your way. Play nice."

I got them both as adults, so I didn't name either of them, but, I guess, people will think I am that boring with pet names, none the less.

Missy is, of course, plotting Buddy's death, I can see it in the way she looks at him. She almost has him sussed out, it is fascinating to watch.

She lay stretched out and purring on my bed last night, as though she didn't have a dog worry in the world.

Barking at the Birds

We were up at 6am peeking out the back door windows at Buddy to see if he was barking. There are a lot of birds here in the morning, squawking and whistling, it is a cacophony of bird song, it is quite deafening, at times. He was barking a little bit at the birds, but then he was back on his bed sleeping, so hopefully it wasn’t much more than that.

I caught site of the two of us standing together and I felt the cliché again.

I started rolling joints not long after 6am.

We took him for a walk at 8am. Just up to Brunswick Street and back, after yesterdays three quarter time refusal.

We met another couple who were walking a French Bulldog and they said how beautiful Buddy is and how they wished they had a dog like him, and I looked down and their French Bulldog and thought, but that doesn’t make sense, you could have had a dog like him, you just needed to buy one.

I wondered if there is a secret society of dog owners who continually blow smoke up each other’s arse about their dogs, because of the terrible mistakes they had since realised they had made.

It seemed like a charming tradition, despite my thoughts to the contrary, and we walked Buddy home at a brisk pace, that is one thing, with Sam hanging on to the lead it gets Captain Slow moving, when I never can.

I kept rolling joints.

He’s cute, adorable, just lovely… especially, when he is quiet. I don’t know, I should jump to any haste decisions. He is suddenly a very big personality into a quiet and ordered life. So it will either be great to brake it up, just a little, or a complete disaster, I don’t know at this stage.

And, I Fear, A Small Gold Dog Just Took Over Our Lives

The dog was perfect, it was hard to deny. Perfect in every way. 16months, pure bread, the perfect colour, one thousand dollars. His name is Buddy.

We went and ate noodles in Preston. It was while I was sucking noodles in that I decided, what the hell, I’ve always wanted a Bulldog, here was, what sounded like a good dog, that needed a home. It’s only the things you don’t do, that you regret. It would be nice to have a dog again, how bad could it be?

What the hell, I’d talked about it often enough.

You know, I’m going to live on my own soon, and it is nice to have a dog to come home to. I get a bit like a hermit when I live on my own, and, at least in theory, it will get me out of the house and exercising, not enjoying my own company quite so much. One day a week training will be required for him and good for me, it seems so little to have to do, considering I am home nearly every night watching TV. It’s not like I haven’t had dogs before, I had Oscar for ten years, I had all my childhood with dogs, I like them. Dogs are cool.

He was very excited when he first got home, as would be expected. He never stopped panting. He didn’t settle much.

Sam and I quietly said to each other, What have we done?

Rachel came over with daughter Frieda, they walked in just as I was rolling a joint. Rachel asked what that was, so I just finished rolling it and put it aside. Rachel said he was beautiful and declared he would take over the house. And then wondered out loud if she would be willing to look after him after her initial enthusiasm.

Sam and I quietly said to each other, What have we done?

We took him for a walk not long after we got him home, and halfway home he just decided he’d had enough. I knew that was a part of the breed, but they were kidding, he did not want to move. I kind of puts a slight dampener on walks. We bought him a dog bed, until I get him a kennel.

Sam and I quietly said to each other, What have we done?

Mark said we were a cliché, and I felt that cliché part of the way through the night, when I looked around and we’d finally got him quiet and he was laying between me and Sam, this little gold dog. And I felt it when I looked around and sitting on the couch with Sam was Buddy and I was on the other couch, and I thought, from here on in it is the three of us, and I felt a shiver up my spine and thought, You know, I liked it when it was just the two of us. It was the first time I thought, we’ve made a mistake.

But, he is good when you put him outside, he just goes to sleep on his mat, no problem.

Jill said she had a kennel spare with “My House” emblazoned across the door. She thought that was “just the ticket.”

Looking For Puppies

Just on 2pm, I glanced over thinking about my time sheet, so I know the time, Chuckles said I could go early, if I liked, and I liked, but then she was cruel and said hang on, “I have this to do.” She turned to me with a wad of papers in her hand. It was the Talent – do you like that, that’s what we call the models – super that had to be paid, pertaining all the way back to June. Boo Hoo. And I had to set them up on line first, of course. Dam. What has she been doing? 5pm here we come, I thought, and then it came and I was walking out that door, quick as a flash.

We picked the car up from the mechanic. It had to have its radiator replaced. I met Sam out the front of his building, actually, in side, I always manage to find the couch in the foyer to sit on.

Friday night Sam was looking at bulldogs for sale on line. We found a great dog in Bundoora.

Sam was keen. He called and they said we’d come to see him tomorrow at 10am.

I was worried about Missy. “We should wait until Missy dies and then get a dog,” I said. “One pet at a time.”

Sam agreed, but he looked disappointed.

“It doesn’t mean we can’t go and look, the more…” I held my fingers in the air in exclamation marks, “research we do the better.”

“We can still go and look.”

Sam kept saying his name. Actually, he kept saying Annabel, as that was the perfect coloured puppy he’d seen last week, but which was sold when he enquired about her. He’d been saying Annabel’s name all week.

 

Mostly, I Have Just Been Lazy

Mark and Luke came and staid for a week, then they went back home. At the beginning of September Mark came back and staid for the rest of the month. It was fun, hanging out with my old boyfriend, it was like a familiar pair of shoes. Ha ha, he'd like that. He talks about having some work done, as it is. I don't think he really will, but you know, none of us are getting any younger. Ha ha, an old shoe indeed, he'd say. But, I think we all end up as old shoes in the end, you know.

It has been glorious for the last week weatherwise, sunny and warm. 29 tomorrow. But, of course, it wasn't like that when the northerners were here. "Oh, it is so cold here." Don't you hate hearing that? Wince.

"Go back north then."

“Oh, don’t be like that.”

“Isn’t it cold here! Isn’t it cold here!”

At this point I am gazing at a face that resembles a cat’s arse. Clearly, he didn’t think he sounded quite like the fishwife I was impersonating.

At least it is quieter than Hanoi, so it must have seemed like heaven here. Noise wise. And it was, Mark slept in, in the end. It is quiet here, in the heart of Fitzroy, people are often surprised. I don’t know why they think that?

It was nice having him here.

Then I was away for the weekend, last weekend, for Shane’s wedding. I’ve written about that, but I haven’t finished it yet. I got a bit bored with it after I had written down the main points. I just don’t get the whole marriage thing, really. Why? What is the point? Other than creating income for the lawyers in divorce court. Yeah, sure, if you want to, sure. There is no reason why everybody can’t get married in exactly the same way, but why would you want to? Whatever floats your boat, but don’t expect me to think of it in any more excited terms than I would when I view any other cliché.

I was away the first weekend that Mark was here, we went and stayed with LeeLou at her gorgeous country house. It is so picturesque; open fires, wood panel walls, wide verandas, a beautiful garden.

And Sam has been staying.

So, I wasn’t so much in hibernation, as on sabbatical.

I love the Chaser, Craig Reucassel and Chas Licciardello are so cute. Chas was in soccer shorts tonight and he has good legs. Then he was in small white tennis shorts and he’s got a nice big bulge. And Craig is so dam cute, I just want to slide him out of his pants. Throw in Josh Lawson… and some recreationals and I’d be in pig heaven. Chas’ cock would be like a horse and Craig’s would be really beautiful.

Maybe I’ve been smoking too much pot. It’s true. I got some for LeeLou, as the country is dry, apparently, and she is a bigger… er, um, more of a, shall we say, enthusiast then me. And of course, she didn’t come and pick it up, so of course, I thought I’d better replace it and then she still didn’t come, well, I’m sure you get the picture.

Then it was Randling and how cute is Toby Schmitz.

Now I’m going to thumb through the dvd collection, you know, old school.

Maybe online wanking would cut it? While “At the Movies” is on.

Nice brick work

I love this shot

So much beauty

Four Cows

Standing around the fire