Totally Crap Day

I had a feeling yesterday that I would not be in a good mood today. Being right does not make me feel any better. It started okay, as I woke up before my alarm this morning and my throat didn't feel as bad as it had done the last week or so.
Things started to go bad on the way to work. Tesco wasn't open for some reason which means I had to use my break time to get food (breaks which have been cut by 15 minutes since I was last in).
I got to work and events which I cannot comment on meant that everything had changed and the guards did not seem to understand that we all have to work together at times like this. Two of the guards were competing to make sure they each got the easiest day, by ignoring the established roster, meaning that no one knew where anyone was all day. When I had words with them they didn't like it, complaining that I was "in one of my moods again." The truth was that, yes I was in one of my moods, but it is strange that I only get these "moods" when these two guards are on duty. Lazy fuckers.
The only piece of good news was that one of them informed me that he didn't want to do any overtime on my shift any more. Though that didn't make up for the rest of the day, or the fact that he has to work the next 2 days with me anyway as he has already agreed to it. Shit!

All day I was on the verge of walking out, and I can't see anything getting better there at all. I even told my boss that I was leaving as soon as I could. This wasn't a big surprise to him. I really need help with this job hunting thing as I haven't seen a job for weeks that I could apply for. I was tempted by one last week, but even though it was £11 per hour it was part time, meaning that I would be about £100 worse off a week! I could try to get a part-time job too, but there would be no guarantee that I could find one (and at a time when I want more money, so that I can move out, among other things).

New Object of Lust

I've seen this guy on tons of websites and blogsites lately and he looks amazing every time. I initially remember seeing him on "Out in Public" and "Ungloryhole", which are sister sites of the infamous "Baitbus." He is very good looking, in that annoyingly All-American way, with a great body, killer smile and has a naughty glint in his eye telling you that he is probably up for trying just about anything.

Gavin Waters is his name, apparently, is a native of Florida, USA and is said to be straight, though his enthusiasm in scenes alludes to him being not-so-straight. I have searched almost fruitlessly for "safe" pictures of this beautiful man, so anyone who has them please let me know so I can pinch them.

Here are the only two that I could find that are safe for work:

Sunny "Sunny" Sunday

Despite not getting to sleep until about 3:00 this morning I still managed to wake up at 9:00 and got up almost immediately, with no hangover. Good start, eh? It was already really sunny and warm and was destined to be the hottest day of the year. I got a few things sorted around the flat and then went to Superdrug to get some sun spray and aftershave, and then into Peacocks for some cheap summer clothes.
I timed my trip to the gym to coincie with the England match because I really didn't want to watch it. The gym was virtually empty, I guess unsurprisingly. Nick wasn't there, frustratingly, as I haven't had a reply about when and where we are going out for drinks yet. It is making me paranoid. I need an answer soon.
Frustratingly, Mauro seemed a bit nonchalant with his replies to my messages today too. I'm just not as popular as I would like to be obviously. Maybe he just wanted me for my gorgeous arse.
I also spent a half-hour out in the blazing sun after the gym, I couldn't manage any more.

I have just got a really touching text from Alexis, one of my best friends in Torquay saying:
"Baking hot day. Nice lunch in the garden at the pub in Maidencombe. Walked through Shaldon, a drink at Babacombe and then on to the Kents. The only thing missing was you"
It was just what I needed, and brought a tear to my eye too.
It was followed by a text telling me to "move home to Torquay!"
I do miss being there, especially on days like today, but I can't afford to move and I think I would miss London too much, unless I had someone to move down there with. I think I could live anywhere with the right guy.
I've got one more day off before I have to go back to work for four days. Once again I have nothing planned for it except, surprise surprise, going to the gym.

Disappointment Reversed

Just as I was about to leave for Clapham yesterday I got a series of texts from Richard who was already there. It turns out that he was waiting in a queue to get into the street. The queue was going all along Clapham High Street, so I decided not to bother. I was really disappointed, but I think Richard was relieved that I wasn't going as he said he'd give up and go home to bed!!!
Instead, I rethought what I was going to wear (which looked great by the way) and went into town instead a couple of hours later.
Drinking alone isn't always fun, but I enjoyed watching people last night. I was comfortable with how I was looking and I needed to distract myself from thinking about Nick. I did the usual round (for when I am drinking alone), starting in Comptons for one before going on to Rupert Street. I chatted to a Danish guy there for a bit, but there were very few guys I actually fancied.
I then moved on to Barcode. Initially, apart from the lovely bar staff, I didn't recognise anyone (despite one guy insisting that we used to talk all the time there, which may be true but I don't recall it. It must have been when I was drunk! My memory is always hazy then!).
It was a quiet night all over town, probably because of Clapham Street Party and also because London Pride is next weekend.
I wandered around and suddenly saw a gorgeous guy sat upstairs near the bar. He was with another guy, attractive but not as much. The gorgeous guy looked right at me and gave a massive smile. I reciprocated, but did not want to annoy the guy he was with. After a couple more smiles between us the gorgeous guy came over to me and invited me over to be with him and his friend. Apparently he'd seen me in there before and liked me then too. We ended up all kissing, though the other guy was really embarrassed to be doing it in front of people.
The gorgeous guy is named Mauro and he really seemed to like me. He is dark skinned, from Brazil, very muscular (but not overly so) and is a personal trainer at a gym I used to be a member of. He kept ignoring the other guy and eventually that guy just disappeared.
I wasn't going to go home with him, but he persuaded me and we got a taxi back to mine (which he kindly paid for). We had a great time until he tried to fuck me, without a condom. Firstly I don't like to get fucked and I never give or take without a condom (any more, I have been stupid in the past though, but escaped unscathed thankfully). Lastly he was way to big for me to do it drunkenly and unprepared. He was fine when I asked him to stop though.
He then wanted to sleep snuggled up, which I can't do at the best of times, but when it is so humid and hot, as it has been lately, I really couldn't. I tried but got all claustrophobic as usual and had to explain my feelings to him. He said he had to go if he couldn't snuggle up to me all night and called a taxi which was a shame.
He wants to meet up today, but once again I my nose is all bunged up and I'm not sure I want to be wiping it all day in front of him. We shall see.
Oh, and did I mention that, as well as having the same job, he is also the same age as Nick, 24 (though looks older). What a coincidence!

Frustration

I was quite disappointed today when I went to the gym. I got into the changing room and immediately saw Nick. We exchanged hellos, but he said he had just started work and so I though he was rushing to get ready and get upstairs. In the gym, his flatmate (best mate) Leigh was there and Nick spent a lot of time with him. I'm not expecting him to attend to my every need, but he ignored me for virtually the whole time I was there. I was incredibly frustrated by this, especially after I'd asked him out yesterday and he had said yes. I would like some interest in actually arranging the date ("date?").
When I'd finished my set, another good one as I was working out my frustrations, I saw Leigh in the sauna. I introduced myself and we had a bit of a chat. He seemed friendly enough.
When I got home I was feeling a bit put out, and so I sent a Facebook message to Nick to ask when he wants to go for this drink. The sooner we have the drinks, or he tells me he's changed his mind the better for me.
I'm off to Clapham Street Party in about 30 minutes and the sun has just gone behind the first cloud that I've seen all day! A portent? We shall see.

I Did It

My cold is coming to a head today, meaning that it is at the messy nose-wiping stage, so hopefully it will be over very soon. I still managed to get into town this morning to finally purchase something for Richard's 40th birthday which is next weekend (not tomorrow).
I went to the gym this afternoon at my normal time and as I walked up the stairs into the gym area there he was waiting for me (or at least that is how it seemed momentarily). I chatted to Nick for a bit and just as I was about to go on to do my work out I finally managed to do it. I asked if he wanted to go out for a drink sometime. He said yes! I should be ecstatic but it was a sort of non-committal "yes." We didn't arrange anything, but I told him to let me know when he is free and we will arrange something. It feels, at the moment, like a bit of an anti-climax. Let's hope that we can arrange something soon.
I'm gonna go out and enjoy the sun for about an hour and then try and find someone to go to the Clapham Street Party tomorrow, which I've only just found out about today. Tim is already a "No" for that!

Self-Doubt

I've been thinking a lot lately, never a good thing, and I've begun to have serious doubts about asking Nick out at all. I've been trying to think of what I could offer him in a relationship, and I have come up blank. I think I may just be envious of his lifestyle. He is attractive, popular, outgoing, has lots of friends, goes out often to different places and has been abroad more times this year than I have in 17 years! Am I just after that? Or am I just grabbing on to the first person to show any interest in me other than a quick shag for the first time in ..... I can't remember how long?
I think I should still ask him out for drinks, otherwise I may always wonder "what if? But I am not hopeful of a positive reply.

Stuff

I've achieved a few things today, not tons but a few things, which makes a nice change for me. I put a dozen or so more items on eBay (some of my items on there are already attracting some watchers, though no actual bidders yet).
I took three large carrier bags of stuff to the charity shop.
I've done a small amount of grocery shopping and one load of washing.
I've been to the gym, where I stayed working out for an extra half an hour to normal. I should have had a cardio & core workout, but did my chest & arms as the day before yesterday I didn't do a proper workout because of my hangover. Cardio tomorrow.
Then I sat out in the humidity for about an hour reading (the sun only appeared around the clouds for the last 5 minutes).
Now I am in the mood for going out drinking in Soho again. It's not going to happen though so I'm not getting my hopes up. Maybe tomorrow or Saturday. Shame though as I am, once again, feeling really REALLY horny.

Karma

Fate seems to be conspiring against me lately, it shouldn't be because karma owes me for all the good deeds I do.
For the last few days I've woken up with a blocked nose and sore throat (because I've spent all night mouth breathing I guess). I eases once I've woken up, but it is still annoying. I've obviously got a mild cold, it's certainly not hayfever.
I went to the gym yesterday afternoon, as usual but unfortunately didn't see Nick there. Though I did a full session I could have pushed myself more, I'll have to work on ways to do that without repeating exercises.
At home later while just staring out of my window I saw him walk past in his work gear, so he'd obviously been there, but busy somewhere else. I gave a small wave when he looked up and he waved back. I wanted to rush out and talk to him then, but didn't think that would be "cool."
I've seen today on Facebook that he is moving, so he almost certainly won't be at work again. When am I gonna catch a break?
I guess today I'll just do the same old thing. Put some items on eBay, go to the gym this afternoon and then bask in the sun for an hour (assuming the sun stays out long enough for me to do that).
I posted on Facebook yesterday that I would love to pop down to Brighton for the day, if the good weather continues. I would love to bum around the Lanes and other shops for a couple of hours before heading down to the beach and eating some lunch while staring at the sea, then head on to explore a few of the bars and head home when I got tired. It's just a shame that I have no one to go down there with. It's as frustrating as hell actually. No one has commented on my Fb post let alone show any interest in going.
Isn't it about time I had some karmic payback (or have I been watching too much "My Name is Earl" ?????

For Sale

As an add-on to my last post (and in desperation), I just thought that I would ask if there is anyone out there who would be interested in purchasing any Star Wars, Star Trek, Transformers, Marvel or DC action figures as I am going to have to sell my whole collection (admittedly it's probably about time). I have an embarrassingly large collection of this "junk" and, as I will soon not have anywhere to store it, I have to get rid of it all.
I've already contacted a comic shop, Orbital Comics, that also sells some second hand figures, though I'm not holding my breath on that one. Otherwise I will have to go through the painstaking job of putting them all on eBay and then having to post them.

More Birthday Drinks

I decided yesterday afternoon to see if Tim fancied going out for some more drinks, as I wanted to go out on my actual birthday. I thought his answer was almost certainly going to be "No." But, as it turned out, he was going out anyway with Graham, so I met them about 19:30 in the Duke of Wellington and we were also joined by Chris. After a couple of drinks there, we went on to the Yard. They all then decided to go home, but I stayed out, going to Rupert Street where I got chatting to a couple of guys. Later I went on to Barcode where I chatted to a few people. One guy I met, who was incredibly sexy, turned out to be Jeremy (who works there)'s boyfriend. His name is Tim.
A few days ago, after being urged to do so by Nick, I checked out his Facebook photos of a cruise he'd been on and saw that he had a photo of himself, his flatmate Leigh and Jeremy (who works on cruise liners as well as at Barcode). It turns out that Tim was there too.
I ended up going back to another guys hotel room when Barcode closed, he was actually quite nice. Unfortunately, when I took a toilet break, I came back to find him asleep. I suppose I could have stayed the night, but instead I left and came home. I'd had another good night all-in-all though. Almost-sex is getting to be a regular occurrence unfortunately.

I had a headache when I woke this morning, but it soon faded, though I have felt drained all day. I got a text from someone that I don't remember giving my number to and we eventually arranged to hook up. He never actually turned up though and I was feeling so incredibly horny (what with last nights abortive session and the anticipation) and I had to watch some porn to ease my frustrations.
I managed to go to the gym , despite feeling drained, though it wasn't a full session. As I got into the gym Nick was just going home and was in a rush, as he had a driving lesson to get to, so we hardly said more that a few words to each other. Maybe tomorrow.
I then went and sat out in the beautiful sunshine for about an hour.

Now for the bad news:
My landlord's father (who provided the cash for the business [pub and flat] and so is the real boss) told me that I have to remove everything from the window shelf, telling me that "the [Barbican] estate" had been sending them letters about it. Bullshit, how can an estate tell a tenant that they can't put something on a window shelf?
He also told me that I have to remove all of my boxes from the store room in the cellar as they are converting it to a conference room (or something), so I will have to have everything in my room. I am going to have to sell it all, which won't be easy and will take ages doing it on eBay. And despite there being some great stuff there (from my massive Star Wars collection) I don't anticipate getting anywhere near what I actually paid for it all, let alone what it is all worth. I am so angry, the only reason I moved here 4 years ago was because I had storage space.
I'm going to have to find a new place to live, which is a shitter too because I've just ordered a new bed and mattress and most flatshares would be furnished. I can't afford to live on my own again, I wish I could, I miss having my own place.
Typical, this comes just as everything was going so well lately, financially at least. I'm not happy.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY ME!!!!

To Me

Yep today is my birthday and I'm doing absolutely nothing with it. It is a Monday and so everyone I know is at work or away. I have been waiting all day to see if I got one thing that I really wanted and it just arrived. You may remember that I have mentioned my crush on a certain young man recently. Well he was travelling back from Berlin today and I was hoping that I would (at least) get a birthday greeting from him on Facebook, and I just have. It put a smile on my face and made me feel better about not having spoken to a soul all day (except shop staff and they don't count [I know I used to be one!]).

I am recovered enough and feel like going out again tonight but I just know that no one will want to go out AGAIN. It was hard enough to get anyone to go on a Saturday! I do think it would be a bit sad though to go out on my own on my actual birthday. So, I'm not sure what I'm gonna do.

Hungover

I had my birthday drinks last night and I was dressed to pull with my blue blue jeans and a form fitting lightweight white t-shirt. I was disappointed at having to wear a coat over the top, but it was actually a bit chilly, so I had to.
I got into town at just after 19:30, a bit earlier than I intended. I was going to have one drink in Comptons to check out the talent there before going on to meet my friends in Rupert Street, but it was really packed and I didn't fancy queuing.
I got to Rupert Street and unsurprisingly no one was there yet. I got a call from Tim at ten to eight saying he would be about half an hour and no one else was there that I knew (except my almost-shag from last week!). I was feeling a bit down standing there all on my own as I wanted a big crowd around me.
I soon perked up when Tim and Niall arrived, especially when I was presented with a totally unexpected present. They had got me a large coffee-table book, "Players" by Rick Day, with some absolutely gorgeous guys in the photos. I haven't looked through it thoroughly yet, but I love it.
A little while later we were joined by Gareth and his mate who I've met once before (and still can't remember the name of). I decided I was too drunk to head over to the 2 Brewers (sorry Richard) and we went to Barcode instead. From there it gets a little hazy. I think Tim went home and I went on somewhere else with Niall and Gareth but I'm not sure at all, that may have been a dream and I have no idea how I got home.
I still have a bit of a headache and don't know if I can make it to the gym today because of how I'm feeling. Though, I am feeling really horny, so I think that might force my hand.

Birthday Drinks Invite

I've still not heard from anyone else about my birthday drinks on Saturday, but, after this, I'm not going to dwell on it. I'll be happy with those that do make it.
I just want to extend this invite to get to know you guys out there. If you are in the area, then pop along to Rupert Street in Soho on Saturday from 20:00 and introduce yourselves. It'll be great to meet you.

Seizing Up

I went to the gym this afternoon, in part to work off the minimal remainder of my hangover. Nick was just finishing his shift when I got there and said he was going to have a work out afterwards. The guy I got it on with the other day was also there.
I was doing alright with my workout until while doing one exercise I somehow managed to strain my left elbow, meaning that it was painful to fully extend it. So I had a short run and then finished for the day (there wasn't much point in just working one half of my body was there!).
I was feeling really horny, after my aborted sex last night, and so hung out in the steam room / sauna for a bit. Nick and the other guy soon joined me in the sauna and we chatted for a bit, with Nick learning that I'd been with the other guy, and me learning that he probably had too! When the other guy, whose name I really should learn, asked if Nick and I had "got it on," Nick loudly and emphatically stated that we hadn't. I'm not quite sure whether to be insulted that he sounded insulted, or to take it that he was embarrassed because it is something that he wants to do. Nick got changed before I did, and was just leaving as I got to the lockers and seemed a bit subdued with his "goodbye." I'm probably reading too much into it though.
I still really like him.

While I was in the showers I got a strange sensation in my right hand, and slightly in my left hand too. When I relaxed my hand, the thumb curled in towards my palm. It was probably just cramp (which I have been getting at the gym quite a lot, what with all the gripping of dumbbells etc), but it did worry me. It has worn off now, as has the elbow pain, and I've got 4 days off from the gym now, as I will be at work. We shall see if it returns.

And I am still feeling really horny.

Night Out

After going to the gym yesterday, having a good cardio / core session, but not getting any in the steam room / sauna / showers, I emerged to find that the sun had finally come out to play. I felt then that I had to go out for some drinks. I thought it was probably pointless to ask if anyone else was going out at such late notice.
I started, as usual, in Comptons. Unfortunately the only decent looking guys in there were behind the bar. I then went on to Rupert Street where the talent, as always, was much better. There was, however, no one in either bar that I knew to talk to. I then went on to Barcode. The talent there wasn't up to much either, but I got talking to a guy I've met a couple of times before.
The first time was at G.A.Y. Late, when I went back to his place and he was so drunk that he couldn't get hard. I thought I also met him at Chariots, though he denies he has ever been there (I'm not convinced). This time he talked a lot. A LOT! Even when we were going at it, he stopped to chat and show me some photos! WTF!
I gave up, told him I was tired and came home. I think I'll keep in touch, as he is a nice guy, but as for another try at sex? I don't think so.

Today I have decided that I will be having birthday drinks next Saturday (my birthday being the following Monday). I've decided to start at Rupert Street. I was going to make it Comptons, but I prefer Rupert Street and it's my birthday so tough titties! If I am sober enough I intend to go on to the 2 Brewers afterwards.
I've sent out messages to all my London gay friends on Facebook, email and text (it turns out that I don't know that many people). I've told people not to worry about cards, but to bring me a gorgeous friend instead.
That was about 2 hours ago and so far I've had one reply, from Richard, to say that he won't be able to make it to Rupert Street, but will try to get to the 2 Brewers. Great start eh? Happy Birthday to me! Oh, tell a lie, the guy from last night said that he may be there next week.

Affirmation

It was my first day off of four yesterday and it began, for me, when I woke at around 14:30 in the afternoon with the beginnings of a sore throat. I guess it must have something to do with the really changeable weather at the moment (bright sunshine one minute, pissing down the next). I thought it was just typical that it should begin on my days off.
Because it was late, I decided that I didn't want to rush down to the gym immediately and so waited until the evening to go. I've probably mentioned before that I don't like going when it is really busy. I got there at around 19:45 and as I walked through the turnstyles I saw a nice looking guy about to leave. We caught each others eye and nodded an acknowledgement to each other. I thought nothing more of it until I was half way through changing and noticed that he was in the (packed) changing room staring at me. I wasn't sure if I should be flattered or scared. I chose the former, finished getting changed and then spoke to him outside the changing rooms (for a bit more privacy).
He's an Aussie living over here and we established that we normally both get to the gym in the afternoons, so I expect I will be seeing him there at some point over the next couple of days. He seemed nice. Oh, and his name is James (in case you are interested, or in case I forget which is more likely!).
My work out was less productive. I did see Nick and spoke to him for a bit and there were a few guys there for me to say hello to as well (i.e. guys that I've had fun with before), but it was still too busy for my liking, especially in the free weight area, which was packed solid for the whole hour I was there.

I had hoped that going to the gym so late would help make me tired enough to sleep properly last night (getting over my night shift mode), but it didn't. Not even with the help of a wank! I only managed to doze all night, constantly waking up (especially when someone from the pub, kept coming up into the flat between 02:00 and 03:00), the door slams shut each time rattling my door and the walls.
I forced myself to get up at 09:00 this morning though and hopefully I will be back to normal for tonight.
I'm just going to try and figure out what I want to do today now:
Cutting my hair is a necessity.
Going to the Barbican for a surrealism exhibition is a possibility (unless I can persuade Tim to go on Saturday that is).
Gym this afternoon.
And searching for some peppermint oil to try and deter the mice I think.
The weather is pretty crap again, so that rules out basking in the sun unfortunately!!
See ya!

Out Alone Again

I almost forgot to blog about my night out last night. Yes, I decided that I needed to get out even if it meant going out alone again. I dolled myself up, and even if I say so myself, I looked mighty fine. I started in Comptons, but it was pretty drab in there, and then went on to Rupert Street where I stayed for a while. I got chatted up by an older, onion-breathed Canadian guy but soon got rid of him. I then went on to Barcode until closing time. I was feeling really horny despite having had some fun at the gym earlier (and also on my own at home before that too come to think of it!). But in the end, once again, I hardly talked to anyone. Didn't see anyone I knew and came home alone. Though, on the bright side, I had a great nights sleep and no hangover either. Little comfort!
I'm off to work now after a failed attempt to relieve my "tension" at the gym. I really am getting fed up with work. I need a change and I need a challenge.

Ugly Naked Guy?

My very own Ugly Naked Guy (though I prefer to call him Skinny Naked Guy) has gone!!!!
This is the guy who lives directly opposite my room and is also on the first floor. He is almost always walking around his place topless or naked and I've seen him having sex by the window a few times too. He is really not my type at all, so I never tried to make eye contact with him in case he got the wrong idea, but there is something about seeing someone naked (when you are "not supposed to") that makes it something you have to look at. And yes he had a huge willy!!!
I noticed yesterday that all of his nick-nacks had gone from around his kitchen area and this afternoon there is a decorator in there. I wonder who will be moving in next, or if it will just be a staff area for the new estate agents opening underneath.
Right now I'm off for a bit of sunbathing before I decide if I am indeed going to go out tonight and subject myself to the heaving sweaty throng! Contrary to the stereotype, I'm one of those gays who doesn't like that sort of thing!

Frustrated

I'm feeling very frustrated today.
It is a beautiful day outside and I would love to be spending it with someone rather than spending it on my own, not knowing what to do with myself. A perfect day to be walking around the Lanes in Brighton and then popping down to the seafront for lunch and a bit of sunbathing. Shame that I have no one to do this with, eh? If the weather is like this next weekend I am going to be very upset that I didn't book the weekend off for Torquay Pride.
Despite not wanting to go out drinking on my own (and thus looking like a loner once again), I may venture out this evening and see what happens. I don't think it can make my mood any darker!

Glorious Day

It is another beautiful day here in Londinium. I got a full night of sleep undisturbed by mice (or anything else for that matter) and woke up at around 09:30 feeling fairly refreshed for a change. I decided to head into town to see if I could find something for Richard's birthday. It will be his 40th on the 1st July and he is having a gathering on the 3rd, so I thought I should make an effort with the pressie. I got some ideas from Tim (his ex) but still had no luck while I was out. I did, however, manage to get myself some more clothes (2 t-shirts and a sweatshirt). I have discovered the joys of Zara, having previously thought that they were just a women's retailer I saw some male mannequins in the window (though I had to look twice to make sure they were male) and found that they stocked some very nice stuff.
The gym this afternoon was pretty quiet, with none of the hot staff there, so I was really bored. The changing rooms, showers, steam room and sauna were all really quiet, ideal for a bit of fun, but there was no one to have fun with. I am feeling so bloody horny.
I went out and sat in the sun and read a book for a bit but even got bored with that. I really fancy going out for a few drinks and a laugh. It's been a while.

Gyming

I went to the gym this afternoon, as normal, but clicked on Squirt first to see if there was any planned naughtiness expected there as I was (and still am) feeling incredibly horny. I saw a message saying that an actor had been there over the Bank Holiday weekend and had been "up for" something in the steam room / sauna area. I took it with a pinch of salt, some people are prone to exaggerations on this type of site. I was curious as to which actor they meant though. Apparently he has played a police man (which narrows it down to nearly every actor). Mathew Horne and a Blue Peter presenter were also mentioned as going to this gym (though not that there was any suggestion that either of them had ever done anything naughty there), so it wasn't either of them.
When I got to the gym and managed to speak to Nick, who had worked over part of the weekend, he hadn't seen any actors (that he knows of anyway), but said he would try and find out.
Strangely enough, when I walked past the gym later (on my way to spend some time out in the beautiful sun which was back today) I saw Mathew Horne in there! Spooky.

Nick was slightly distracted today as he was showing round a new starter who was very sexy. I thought that his build was very similar to Nick's, he is a bit older (within my comfort zone I think) and quite tanned. Nick really liked him though. I couldn't work out if the new guy was gay or not. I am guessing not (or at least not at work) for the moment, we'll see what happens over the next few weeks.
I really am jealous of Nick. He gets to work with quite a few sexy guys and is surrounded by tons of very sexy guys all the time. Whereas I do not work with ANY attractive people and hardly get to see anyone else at all, let alone sexy ones! It just isn't fair.

Oh, and just in case you are wondering, I didn't have any fun at the gym (and haven't for a while now), hence the fact that I am still feeling really horny.

Damn These Meeces!!

I was kept awake for hours last night by these bloody mice! I wasn't even spared when I left the door open for them to leave (it worked the other night). At various points during the night I saw it (them): running along the top of my clothes rail; on the window sill; staring down at me from the top of my DVD player and climbing half-way up the blinds! And also heard (it) them various other places around my room throughout the night. It was infuriating, especially thinking that there could be mouse faeces or urine over my clothes now!
Despite getting very little sleep I still woke and got up early this morning (well, early for a day off). I have spent all morning moving stuff around in my room, cleaning and packing stuff up to throw away or move down to the cellar. Just so that the mice have less places to hide. It will be futile I just know it, but it means I've made some hard decisions to get rid of some crap that I never use (I'm a bit of a hoarder, always thinking "I could use that sometime!").

Do any of you lovely readers know of anything that will repel mice (i.e. like orange peel apparently does for cats)? I need all the help I can get.

All The Lovers - Kylie

I love this video. I just caught it for the first time over on Roids n Rants (thanks Erik). I do wonder how censured it will be though and which channels / programs will show it all? Talk about elephant in the room! (you''ll need to click over to YouTube to get the full screen effect,sorry)