Humiliation, Agony and Rolling Stones – Part 2

It’s been three years since I wrote the first part of this entry. Almost three years to the day that I discovered that once again I had kidney stones. This is my 8th time around and it’s beginning to get old. The tell tale pain in my side coupled with a pain in my nuts …

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May the 4th be with you.

I'm a huge Star Wars fan. I have been ever since queuing for hours with my family to see the first film back in 1977. Hearing that Peter Mayhew -the actor who played Chewbacca had died filled my heart with sadness. Chewbacca was my school nickname. I was the tallest kid in school and the …

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Memories from the Museum.

Today I find myself being reminded of a very happy memory. A first time in fact.

I'm still in the post-Eroticon blues period today, but anticipating this, I'd booked the two days after as time off to recover. My significant other had an appointment in Central London today, and she asked me to take the tube journey in with her as we'd not seen much of each other for a few days. This left me with a few hours to kill. What's a bored boy to do? I could get right back on the tube and spend a few hours at my keyboard... or I could spend it as a tourist. I'm a Londoner (I live about as far out as possible but still in a London borough. That counts right?) As a Londoner, I rarely take the time to look around, really look around at the glorious architecture around me. Or visit any of the wonderful, free museums on offer.

Rope! 

I've been interested in the art of Shibari for a while now and when I saw that DJ Fet was holding rope lessons at Eroticon 2017, l lept at the opportunity to attend.

Like many people, the first time I had been exposed to anything rope related outside the garden shed was when "that book that shalt not be named" came out. A little Googling and I stumbled across the Two Knotty Boys website then on to Midori's.   From that moment on, my interest in the artistry of rope was well and truly piqued.