General Post, Opinions

Weekly Writing Challenge….

What is challenging about being spoon fed an idea?

A million bloggers writing about the same thing. Quite frankly, it depresses me.

The real challenge is to generate your own ideas week in week out; day in day out.

I am a firm believer in quality, not quantity; the number of times I hear the advice “Post frequently” unsettles me; another contributor to the droves of drivel that plague not just, but the entire world wide web.

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My Personal Favorites, Wisdom

Truths And Illusions of Adulthood…

When I was younger, I thought all adults were infallible; I trusted everything they said as truth; I believed they had all knowledge. I would give my Granddad the hardest sums I could think of and he would always tell me the answer; three times…… a billion, for example. He was the cleverest person I knew.

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General Post, Humour, My Personal Favorites

Dead Smiles And A Torturous Bitch…

“She has a smile like that of someone suffering the acrid onslaught of their own flatulence, whilst desperately hoping that the person to whom they are talking does not notice; it’s a smile, but she’s dead behind the eyes.”

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This is what happens….

These are the search terms for the last 30 days that led people to my blog….


balls being cupped 2
play with my balls 2
playing with my balls 2
how many biscuits is too many 1
cupping testicles 1
3 women cupping boys balls 1
invisible spider 1
i love my balls played with 1
lady cupped my genitals 1
too many biscuits 1
friend played with my balls 1
fondling a stranger in the night 1
she cupped my balls 1
doctors check my balls 1
how to play with my balls 1
massage my balls 1
female doctor cupped nuts 1
she cupped my nuts 1
she fondelled my balls 1
fondling testicles 1
cupping a mates balls


Wow. That is all I have to say.


“What goes around, comes around…”

“What goes around, comes around,” she commented, not knowing at the time that she would have the chance to prove herself right.

This prophetic statement was uttered one morning by one of the catering staff after I had paid for my breakfast.

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