GROWING PAINS

I tried boys but found that, like girls they were disappointing. They lacked the 'bite' that really excited me so I made friends with the chicken and we had some great experiences over the next few years.
More later.

"Was it good for you?"

PUBERTY WAS A SURPRISE

When I was young in my home country, at a certain age I started to have lustful feelings and was forever playing with myself for pleasure. At every opportunity I would put my Wilhelm into holes, nooks and crannies, not really sure why but something innate told me that this is what it was for.
Once, on the farm when I had put Wilhelm through a knothole in a fence, a big chicken on the other side, thinking that it was a worm, bit it off. It hurt. It also affected my ability to have normal relationships with girls. To be honest, I wasn't really worried about that as although I wanted to look like a girl I didn't really like their company, preferring boys. More later.

GOD'S WORK

Opus Dei, my little society that I dedicate my life to, believes in sanctity and that everyone, regardless of what they have done in their earlier life, can be called to holiness. Sure, we are secretive, but no more than Rotary and Lions and certainly no more than the Masons (I’m also a Mason) and we do keep in contact with the world. Every night I am out and about, usually between the hours of 2am and dawn, just keeping an eye on things and certain people. I know that there has been some bad press about us in recent times, talking about our recruiting methods, our strict rules governing members, our celibacy and our mortification of the flesh, our misogyny, our extreme right-wing sympathies that some people have called fascism – but, believe me this is all in keeping with the operating principles of the Vatican and my old friend Benny the Pope, so it can’t be all bad can it?

I am a bit concerned that this coming weekend there are two films screening on TV based on that old whistle-blowing faggot Dan Brown.

 Admittedly most people think that what he says has been debunked but there are likely to be some very stupid people and some very clever people (I calculate these as the bottom 10% and the top 10% of the population that will believe the conspiracies suggested.

Can I just suggest that you view another channel? There is bound to be a Richard Gere or a Bruce Willis or an Arnie Swarzenegger  film to watch instead. Mmmm?

LISTEN UP

One of the skills that I learned when I was a young gir lad was listening. In fact we were encouraged to actively listen and to be observant of the people around us who impacted on our daily lives. Having been drawn into this blogging community by Robert, my Catholic buddy (not a Drive-in Saturday acquaintance http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HAqUDDMhfA0 ) but more of a Sunday 'shake - the hand- of - the - person - next - to - you kind of relationship, I cannot help myself learning a bit about you all.

The big bus guy who purports to direct all communication was an obvious first choice for intensive observation so I headed North and located him in Nuova Lazio. His work/home ratio was a bit weird and I suspected him of leading some sort of double life ( an affair, a member of Lions or Rotary) but it turned out that he was a schoolteacher - enough said.

 I set up listening equipment (physical observation was proving difficult as it was just so fucking boring that I kept falling asleep) which I monitored from a distance of about 10 km and recorded. I had to replace my recording equipment twice as I thought that it was defective. Quite often there was a bizarre droning sound overriding the various conversations, rumbling noises, mumbling and screeches that seemed to make up the normal sounds emanating from his residence. Having ascertained that this was a natural occurrence/ hazard peculiar to the residence I learned to edit this out. amongst the thousands of hours of recordings that I have made I have this transcript that I wish to share with you hoping that you might enlighten me as to its relevance.

Place : Nuava Lazio
Date : 4 April 2011
Time : 18.48

Shelley: Richard, stop that noise, tea is on the table.
Richard: Mabel? I don't know anyone  called Mabel. Tell her I'm busy.
Shelley: Hurry up. If you don't come now it will get cold.
Richard: Old? Hey Shelley, love of my life, there's still life in me yet or are you talking about 'Gloria'?
Shelley: The peas are hardening and I already don't like the look of that gravy.
Richard: Navy? I prefer black, I thought that you would know that by now.
Shelley: (under her breath - For Fuck's sake!). Do you want a glass of wine?
Richard: Yes please. Chardonnay.

AMV - Sailor Uranus & Sailor Neptune: T.a.T.u. - Gomenasai

I'm really liking this and thought that I would share with you all to brighten your Monday. Please enjoy.

HE ALONE WHO OWNS THE YOUTH GAINS THE FUTURE

When I was young sports were compulsory. There was no excuse for not being involved. The sports master would demand to see a doctor's certificate if you said you could not play. We were formed into groups like the HJ which was a little bit like the Boy Scouts with a focus on clean living, competition, drill work, sport and buggery. The HJ, like the Boy Scouts had its fair share of perverts and paedophiles
who liked to beat us and make us have endless scalding showers. There were two sections the J and the M.
I liked to flit between both as in the M, I could indulge my creative interests

and in the J, I could vent my frustrations and anger with rock-climbing, football and firing guns

I met my life-long friend Benny  http://jesusthekid3.blogspot.com/2011/03/benny-says-cool-it-ja.html at the clubs. He used to do a bit of flitting as well. He's done well for himself recently. Congratulations Benny. This Catholic thing is the thing Ja?

EASTER IS COMING - BETTER PICK A RELIGION

What are you going to do this Easter? It pays to be prepared as it could be embarrassing if you turn up to the wrong service inappropriately dressed. The following video clip provides some options and highlights the benefits of the various religions. I have also liked the latin mass with its mystery and music. The comparison of it to Inspector Morse is apt and inspired. Both have good music, have incomprehensible plots and a main character whose first name no one knows.