"Somebody get me out of here"

Right that's it!

I'm having a holiday, I'm off work now for a week, The Boy has just arrived for his week-long stay & we're off.

I may not be in front of a computer for a while so don't miss me too much now, eh?

"I live to fall asleep"

Couple of answers first:
Adam Ant - Yes, my eyes felt quite strange & you can see in the piccy that Dream Girl's eyes look a bit odd.

Sunshine - I introduced Nice to Reckless & Dream Girl, not The Boy.
And No, not as yet!

Ok where were we?
Monday afternoon.
Lil' Mum, Lil' One & I arrived at Flash towers. The 2 of them were going to see a friend who lives on the floor above me.
"Care to join us for a spliff or two, Flash?" chirps Lil' One.
As it was a no-plans Monday, I thought I may as well.
This was my first mistake.
We were shown through to the living room where there was not one young girl but four, yes four.
So now I'm in the company of Lil' Mum & 5 19 year old girls.
I know what you're thinking...
Me, The 18th earl of Flashland, in a flat with a posse of young fillies, with my reputation?
Are they mad?
No, twas I who was mad for not making my excuses immediately.
Instead I sat there & listened to the inane (& often deeply offensive) babblings of this pack of chavettes. Honestly, It wasn't just their age that was an issue here but also the lack of education. Lil' One may have actually been the worst of them.
Eventually a joint reached me. Ace, I'll get a bit stoned then I can slip downstairs to my place and get on with things.
So I inhaled, more than once.
This was my 2nd mistake.
See unbeknownst to me these girls make their doobies not with any normal dope but with a green herb that had clearly been carefully cultivated in a bed of weapons grade plutonium & napalm.
After what had seemed like an eternity but had only been about 40 minutes Lil' Mum picked up her keys...
"Ooh, are we going? Are we?" I pleaded to her with my best puppy dog eyes*
"Yes Flash"
And I escaped.

I got in & sat myself in front of the computer.
And I started to compose the post that had been promised.
This is how far I got:

Blimey!**

And that was it. I simply wasn't capable of stringing words together, never mind any semblance of eloquence. So instead I went in the bath.
It's worth pointing out here that my body had been aching all over.
All day long.
The after effects of the bungee jump combined with only getting 4 hours sleep & then completing a decent day's work had left me cream-crackered. Factor the chavette's killer spliffs into the equation & you've got one extremely worn out Flashman.

So I soaked in a beautiful bubble bath for an hour or so.
I put my dressing gown on & decided to watch telly for a bit.
I woke a couple of hours later & tried to expand on my earlier "Blimey".
I still wasn't able.
So I put a pizza in the oven, ate it & expected to regain some energy at any minute.
Then at only 8.30 I went to bed.
Phew, rock 'n roll!

I feel like I've been a bit cut off from Blogland for the last week or so & I bloody well don't like it.
Not one little bit.
I know I have things to discuss with some of you & I will be catching up with you over the next day or two.

*Few are the women that can resist my puppy dog eyes, trust me!

** I have found myself saying "Blimey" an awful lot of late.

"Where does the time go? (Does anyone know?)"

I'm so genuinely sorry for letting you down yesterday, there are some mitigating circumstances but I made a promise & I didn't deliver.
Sorry.

Ok, so the Whoo Hoo was directly relating to the bungee jump.

It was a truly fascinating experience.
I started getting a little scared when walking the half mile to the rugby club. More specifically, when I spied the crane jutting up into the beautiful sun-drenched blue sky.
And some intrepid hero bouncing up above the rooftops.
Reckless, Dream Girl & their brood were already there when The Boy & I arrived. As were Nice & Lil' Mum. It was a good opportunity to make the required introductions.
Without further ado, Reckless went for it. I kinda wanted to go first but he beat me to it.
I watched, awestruck & petrified, as my friend fell, bounced, fell again, bounced again & eventually got lowered back to terra firma.

So the time had come.
I was harnessed up & asked the standard questions: Are your pockets empty? Shoes on tight? Ready to meet your doom?
Into the cage I went. I gingerly admired the view of my crap little town & waved at my expectant audience as I ascended up to (about) 180 feet above the ground. The guys secured the cage & asked me to stand in the now open gateway.
"Put your right hand on your left shoulder"
"Ok"
"Now put your left hand on your right shoulder"
"Erm.."
This bit scared the bejesus out of me! Here I am with half the length of my feet over the edge of a very large drop & the guy's asking me to let go! He's having a laugh, right?
"It's ok" he said & as he did I realised he was holding my harness behind my back so I slowly released my grip on the cage.
"Ok I'm going to say 1,2,3, Bungee. When I say bungee you lean forward & off you go"
"Ok"
"1....2...."
At this point I was desperately hoping that the guy had forgotten how to count.
"3..."
Bugger.
"...Bungee!"

I leaned forward & fell.
For half a second I was mortified with fear as I plummeted toward the earth, the fear passed quickly & I felt euphoric for an instant before preparing myself for the bounce.
When it came it was alot more gentle than I'd prepared myself for. The next phase found me to be woefully unprepared. I was suddenly spinning & flailing around seemingly without pattern or logic. The second snap was a right proper jolt & it shook me up a bit. Shortly after that I felt everything calm as I was lowered back down to earth. I was guided to the ground & de-harnessed. I then shook the guy very firmly by the hand & strode triumphantly towards my son & my friends.
It was a fantastic experience that I know I'm not capable of ably describing.

We then just hung out in the sun drinking some nice, very cold beer & chewing the fat. Nice & Lil' Mum left, the kids went off exploring the bouncy castle & all that malarkey. Finally Dream Girl decided that she wanted to jump after all. Which she did.
Now there are some pretty crap pictures of Reckless & I doing our respective jumps but I don't have access to them yet. However, all through Dream Girl's jump some friendly stranger with a very smart digital camera took loads of photos. He approached us after & asked if she would like them e-mailed to her. Lovely chap.
So in the absence of free falling Flash, may I present The death defying descent of Dream Girl:



Eventually we all headed back to my place to have a spliff & a couple of tinnies.
Reckless had to make 2 trips & it was when he was on the 2nd leg that I quickly managed to post the Whoo Hoo post.
Those guys stayed for an hour or so & when they left they passed Nice on the stairs .
And thus followed a kick ass Sunday evening full of laughs, chat & furious shagging! Hurrah for Sundays.

Yesterday after work I was offered a lift home by Lil' Mum & Lil' One.
And that's where yesterday went wrong.
Sadly though, that's all I have time for right now as Nice has just arrived brandishing pizza. We're only gonna be watching the footy, honest!

I'm really struggling with time at the moment & I'm really starting to miss you guys.
I'll be round your places very soon.
Be well , my friends.

"Whoo hoo!"

And that's really all I've got time to say right now.
Detail tomorrow.
Promise!

"Climb up real high now I fall down real far"

To assume makes an ASS of U & ME.

I am guilty of such a sin. I assumed that everybody knew of my deep love for Coldplay's X & Y & that my plop joke would be spotted as the deliberate mistake. I hold my hands up & unreservedly apologise, especially to Bee who came out in solidarity with me.
My bad.

My new darlings, Hard-Fi (one complete listen of the album so far today & likely to pop up on my 2005 playlist which I have on now) are playing the Roadmender in Northampton soon!
How cool is that? On a Sunday too, anyone fancy it?

Ok, let's look to this Sunday.
Over the years my good friend Reckless & I have shared many an adventure. Sunday brings us a new one.
At roughly 3 o'clock we are doing a bungee jump. Not together, I must stress.

Am I scared?
Not much to be honest. The way I see it is thus: worst case scenario is Flash RIP. This is about as likely as "Confessions of an idiot" going platinum. And if it did happen then at least I'd have fulfilled my wish to go out in spectacular fashion.
The thing that does concern me is that I HATE the feeling of falling, even in bloody dreams! So I have to deal with that.
On the whole though I'm really looking forward to it. It should be exhilarating & I'm all for that.
Life, to me, is not about the hoarding of material possessions or the endless pursuit of cash & prizes, it's about being rich in experience & having stories to tell. The bungee jump will be another deposit in that particular bank.
I aim to get some pictures, though I can't promise I'll look my best!

"Knock me right off my feet, hard to beat, Hard to beat, Hard to beat"

Humbert is full.
He's sitting back & rubbing his bloated tummy as we speak.
This can only be a good thing as now, slowly but surely, the overall quality of the tunes he plays for me can only improve.
Bye bye average Cast album tracks, Cheerio fillers from dodgy 80's bands that no one else as heard of & Hello new stuff.

As nothing other than work & sleep as happened since the last post it's probably a good time to give you an update on what's tickling Flash's lugholes at the moment.

So since my last post like this I've been acquiring a steady stream of new stuff.

The jury has since dispensed it's verdict's on the following that were too new to call last time. No marks out of ten this time 'cos we don't want to spoil the Flashy's now, do we:

NIN - With teeth : It'll do for me Trent, especially the "flip-flop-flip"bit in "Getting smaller", Ace.

New Order - Waiting for the siren's call : New Order in patchy album shocker! Except it's not a shock as, for my money, they've all been a bit hit & miss since Technique. It's got some real quality on it though but it does boast possibly the worst New Order song ever in "Jetstream" which they then decided to release as a single! Perhaps old age is taking it's toll & their faculties are going...

Oasis - Don't believe the truth : It's actually very good! The worst track by some distance is "Lyla" but other than that it get's a massive flashy thumbs up.

Coldplay - X & Y: Plop, utter plop.

The White stripes - Get behind me Satan: Hmmm, it's a funny bugger. I still haven't devoted enough time to it to form a credible opinion. I love some of it & some of it just keeps washing over me. It's not "Elephant" is it?

The magic numbers - The magic numbers : Quietly slipping under my skin in a stealthy manner. It really does contain some belting tunes & it exudes warmth & happiness. And since when has that been a bad thing?

The Tears- Here come the tears: It's just Suede really isn't it? Suede without the genius of "animal nitrate", "The wild ones" or the whole of "Coming up" mind. On a par with "A new morning" so it's just about ok in my book.

The Departure - Dirty words : Northampton's finest (bar the dreadfully underrated Gnu Cnu) have delivered an indie album that sounds like it's from 1998. And it's great! In a 1998 kinda way.

Editors - The back room : Only got this last week but I know I like it's dark Interpol-esque tunes. Currently really digging "Bullets". I have high hopes for this.

Hard-fi - Stars of CCTV: Courtesy of Lordy B, this was waiting for me beneath my letterbox when I got back from Brighton on Sunday. I have already listened to it several times because it's bloody brilliant! I've read reviews that mention The Jam in them & it is a fair comparison. A 21st century Jam with songs as great as "Hard to beat", "Living for the weekend" & ... actually pretty much all of them. The most exciting debut album I've heard in some time, & I've only had it 3 days!

Supergrass - Road to Rouen : Bought this on Monday morning & so far I've given it a couple of goes. I've always found Supergrass to be dazzlingly consistent & I feel that all 4 previous albums are all good as each other (with a gun to my head I'd choose "In it for the money" purely for "Richard III"). I am quite troubled by the lack of anything rocking on this new album but I'm clearly not going to write it off yet.

In addition to all the albums I keep picking up little nuggets in file sharing land.
I use WinMX, which is utterly pants for getting new albums but quite handy for those long forgotten gems from yesteryear. Such as these:

Fad Gadget - Luxury: I'd not heard this for probably 15 years but I still remembered 90% of the words.

Sparks - This town ain't big enough for the both of us: A top tune which that dodgy old muppet from the Darkness has released as a single. No thanks you frizzy haired nob, I'll take the original. Now bugger off & take your comedy clothing with you.

Re-flex - Keep in touch: Way back in the mists of time (1984) there was a band called Re-flex. They had one minor hit; "The Politics of dancing" which was culled from an album of the same name. I loved that album & slowly I've been getting the odd track here & there. Landing "Keep in touch" made me do a little jig in my living room. I kid you not! Just "Pointless" to go & then I'll be sorted.

A tribe of toffs - John Kettley is a weatherman: It'll probably get deleted next month but till then: (Everybody).. "John Kettley is a weatherman, a weatherman , a weatherman/ John Kettley is a weatherman & so is Michael Fish"

That'll do for today then.
Tomorrow I think I'll explore how I feel about the thing that I'm doing on Sunday.

Spot the deliberate mistake?

"I dive in at the deep end, you become my best friend, I wanna love you but I don't know if I can"

As work finished on Friday I immediately caught the bus over to Northampton. A little quirk of fate had meant that Crisp Fiend had also gone over an hour before me & was going to the same place as I, up on the Kettering road. As I walked up the road I was half expecting to bump into him walking back towards the centre of town.
I didn't.
I did however notice a police car that had pulled up outside a shop with some degree of urgency. "Ooh, I wonder what's going on there" I thought to myself. Then I went about my business & thought no more of it.
I found out today that Crisp Fiend was actually sat in that very police car, handcuffed & perplexed. Apparently there had been a robbery in one of the shops there & as Crisp Fiend fitted the description of "Shortish, thin white man with dark hair" the old bill simply grabbed him, cuffed him & bundled him into the car! He said he was very scared & that he was only released when the shop owner pointed out to the plod that the criminal was actually still in his shop & that he'd never clapped eyes on my poor crisp devouring friend before in his life. They let him go with just a cursory "sorry".
Feel safe on the streets?

After concluding my business & buying some new trainers, a couple of pairs of jeans & a top I marched off down to the train station.
"Return to Brighton please"
"When are you coming back?"
"Sunday"
"Which way are you going?"
"...?"
"Which route?"
"...? Well, through London I suppose"
"£40 please"
"...!" (complete with shocked expression)
(preceeded with a roll of the eyes & a sigh of almost suicidal proportions)"If you change at Watford junction & go via Kensington Olympia it's only £28.40"
"Well, I'll go that way then!"
Bloody miserable cow! Why not just tell me the deal instead of trying to fleece me, after all it's not like they're on commission is it?
Ooh, imagine that "Edinburgh sir? Yes you should change at Bristol Temple Meads that way you get a lovely trip through the cotswolds sir, lovely at this time of year. That'll be £217 please sir!"
Anyway I digress...

So I change at Watford junction & walk straight onto my connecting train to Gatwick Airport. This was a little bit of a pisser as I'd hoped to get a quick smoke in before boarding the next train. I got on & it was pretty busy, I found myself sitting opposite a reasonably attractive (if a little bit heavy on the make up) woman of about 30. We kinda half smiled at each other. I gave Humbert a rest in case a conversation was in the offing. Of course being English people on a train it wasn't. Well not until 10 minutes before Gatwick when she asked me if I knew how much longer it would be as she was "dying for a fag" & explained that's why her leg was jiggling about. I pointed out that my fingers had been tapping the table for the same reason & we had a little laugh. Then we got off the train, watched each other spark up & that was it. Wouldn't it be nice to just have a chat with a stranger to pass the time on a dull journey? Us bloody English folk!

The last stage of the journey was only about 20 minutes or so. I did notice on my trip that the south of England just simply looks different from the midlands & the north, nicer almost.
I got a taxi from the station to the hotel where I joined the rest of the posse who had been there since lunchtime. They were just getting ready for the night out so that worked out pretty cool.
I quickly showered & changed & off we went.

The full group of us consisted of It's A London Thing, Sound But Spitty, 50%, If The Wife Caught Me Smoking, Babyface, Loadsadosh-Kindaposh & myself. Loadsadosh-kindaposh is a veteran of the very first London Baby! some 5 or 6 years ago. I've only ever met him on these weekenders but he's cool & it was nice to see him again. Remind me to tell you about the first time I met him, sometime.
We headed down to the beach where there are a row of clubs & a bar on the beach front. We met up with a lovely girl from Crapsville who'd moved down to Brighton a year ago. She told us that one of the clubs played indie tunes on Saturdays so we all agreed we'd go there on the next night. We hung out with her & her friend for a couple of hours, all the time I was playing catch up in the beer stakes. And they were going down so nicely!

Just after 11 it was decided that we should hit a club. We were turned away from two because we were a group of guys, grrr! As we approached the next one this guy gravitated towards me...
"Pills, Charlie, Wiz?"
"Pills you say?"
"Yeah, man"
"I don't want no shit dude, I got ripped off last time I did this"
"They're sweet man, have a taste"
So I did & bought a couple for a tenner.

We then walked into this club called The Beach. We entered unchallenged & didn't even have to pay. I made a beeline for the bogs & popped my pill.
They were playing old school rave, stuff from the start of the 90's like The Prodigy's "Charly", Moby's "Go", etc. It's A London Thing was in his absolute element, he was a raver from that generation. I'm always a bit miffed that I missed all that. It was the defining scene of my generation, it was our punk, our summer of love, our time & silly bollocks here was listening to Erasure & setting up home with a boring woman.
Anyway, as if The Nolans had whispered "I'm in the mood for dancing" in my ear, I too found myself digging the tunes & doing my bit on the dance floor. I didn't stop for another 3 hours. That said I really didn't notice the effects of my E until we left at about 3am.
Whoosh, up I came!
That's a bit bloody late I thought to myself.
En route to the hotel we all stopped for burgers & stuff...
"Not eating Flash?" pipes up If The Wife Caught Me Smoking rather quizzically
"Nah mate" I said & looked at It's A London Thing who gave me a knowing little grin.
See, I reckon that unless you're totally off your tits & being really out of control, the only people who can tell you're on any kind of drug are the ones who have been there themselves.

So that was Friday.

Saturday started with the requisite visit to the cafe for a full English breakfast, yum! We then all descended on the Crazy Golf down on the front. It was so much fun! The 7 of us just having a laugh & taking the piss out of each other. At one point when I got the 2nd of my hole-in-one shots I was greeted by a rousing cheer from not only the boys but a group of old folk who were watching from the promenade above. Not one to milk applause (ahem) I held my club up to my lips & mimicked blowing some trumpet of triumph. Hey, the oldies loved it, I tell you!

Then it was Footy time. The start of the premiership season was greeted with lots of beer & chit chat & that's pretty much all we did all afternoon til about 7.30 when we nipped back to change into our going out togs.
This is where things went off the boil a bit for me. To explain this I need to give you a bit of background. I've recently had a bit of a problem with my laundry. Due to my flat not having a garden or a tumble drier that works, my clothes get hung out around the flat after being washed, usually in the bathroom. I found that this method had a major drawback; When I got warm or started perspiring my garments would start emitting a musty pong! I've since been informed that fabric conditioner is the answer (always did wonder what the point of that stuff was!). So I'm sorted now. However the shirt that I threw in my bag for Saturday night was washed pre-fabric conditioner. Almost as soon as we went into the first pub, I could smell it. I don't know if anyone else could but I could & it made me feel very uncomfortable. It became worse when the next place we went in was roasting! At this point I decided that my other pill would be going home with me. I didn't need any extra sweating thank you very much, I was minging enough as it was. Then we were refused entry into the indie club that I'd been so looking forward to. And despite consuming almost double the amount of alcohol that I'd done the previous day, I could could not seem to get drunk. Something else was amiss too. Usually on a Saturday night like that I'd be very much on the pull but I didn't want to.
Why?
Nice, that's why.

So at midnight I made my excuses & left the rest of them to it. It had already been established that we wouldn't be going to The Church on Sunday & that we'd be home by the back end of the afternoon. So I sent Nice a text saying I was missing her & that I'd like to see her Sunday night if she was interested, which naturally she was. So I went back to the hotel & that was Saturday.

Sunday involved nothing more than breakfast & the journey home.
In summation though, I did have a great time. Sometimes it's just good to break from routine & cut loose. Brighton itself was a well cool place & I could certainly imagine myself living somewhere like that if I had no ties.






Nice arrived around 6ish. I suggested that we share the E that I still had, she was mad for that.
Oh we had such a wonderfully beautiful night. For the benefit of those who may not know, one of the most prominent effects Ecstasy is that you feel a lot of love, hench the expression "Loved up". It amplifies your warm feelings. There was a lot of love in my flat last night. I really like Nice & I know it's mutual, but last night it was really special. The only things that stopped me saying the words themselves was the knowledge that the E was probably turning everything up to 10 & the stone cold fear of actually allowing myself to fall in love again.
Between me & you though, I think it may be too late to stop it.

As the night drew to it's close, we were lying in a blissful post-coital cuddle, holding each other really tightly when Chris Martin started singing to me (& Nice too I suspect)...

"I dive in at the deep end
you become my best friend
I wanna love you but I don't know if I can"

followed shortly after by...

"You & I are floating on a tidal wave together
You & I are drifting into outer space..."

Aaaah.

Next thing I know it's 5 o clock this morning & Nice is getting up for work. Bless her, I really felt for her, but I saw her when I started & she said she's been fine, if a little bored without me being there.

Now my head's all over the place & I've had the first verse of "Pylon in the rain" in my head all day. It's the song that, if my vision works out as it should, will be the opening track of Album2.

"Itching
twitching
nervous system not responding to anything
I recognise this feeling
I'm reeling
But don't remember what to do

Aching
shaking
my heart is close to bursting or breaking
With every new day that is dawning
comes a warning
not to make the same mistakes again

but you've left me buzzing like a pylon in the rain"

"We only wanna get drunk"

Hello there.

I really haven't had much to be blogging about this week.

I spent a very pleasant evening with Nice on Tuesday. We watched the Everton game, she loves watching football. I believe this to be true, not just a "oh yeah, I like football" line like Temper Tantrum conned me with! What an absolute result!
Nice is coming round later tonight aswell. This is cool for there will be limited opportunities to see each other for a week or so, after tonight.

Last night was spent mostly in front of the telly. I watched Big Brother as it nears it's conclusion & was pleased to see the BunnyBoiler get evicted. Craig? End of. (tee hee)
I also watched Lost. What a cracking show that promises to be. I was drawn into it instantly. Captivating drama, good production values & clever storytelling. What's not to like? I believe you guys over the pond have already seen it, so please, no spoilers!

Tomorrow sees the return of the annual event known as London Baby! However somebody (not me!) decided that this year we should have a change. Hmm, Brighton Baby! just doesn't have the same ring to it. Anyway tomorrow after work I shall be boarding a train & heading to the south coast for some serious R & R. I do plan to get together a renegade posse who will join me in leaving Brighton early Sunday morning & heading for London so that we can spend our traditional Sunday lunchtime at The Church. As a plus we will be already half way home too.

So I probably won't be in front of my computer till Monday. As such I'd like to wish Charby a happy birthday for Sunday. Maybe Charlton will get a winning start to their premiership campaign as a prezzie, eh?
I should have some tales to tell come Monday.
Happy weekends to you all!

"Days of speed & slow time Mondays"

It's Monday morning & I feel a bit fuzzy.
Happily though I had the foresight to book today off work.
The reason for the fog? Beer & spliff.
Shocked?

Last night saw the first visit of a bloggyfriend to Crapsville. Lordy B is, quite literally, in the house! (well, flat). He's actually still asleep as I type this. I'm not gonna wake him because if he's anything like me the opportunity to sleep until naturally waking will be precious.
We went down the pub last night. We took part in a very odd pub quiz. The sort of pub quiz that didn't actually require any great knowledge or intelligence to win.
We didn't win.
Even though we were obviously the most knowledgeable & intelligent people in the whole pub.
It was in a "Family fortunes" stylee & here's one of the questions: Something that's slimmer these days? Uh????
We finished with 31 points out of a possible 60. The victor's only had 35.

Then at kicking out time, we made our way back to my flat via Crapsville kebab & burger house. The undoubted pinnacle of post pub nourishment in my rubbish little town.
We munched our goodies at the flat & washed it down with a little red wine. We shared a spliff & we both posted something over at Cheer Up Alan Shearer - The world's foremost football blog.
(Have you had a look yet?).
I was most impressed by the Bargainmeister's speed typing, especially after several pints, a couple of glasses of wine & a spliff.
Shortly afterwards I started to hear the call of bed. And in true lightweight style succumbed.
Twas a fine night though. We had lots of laughs & spoke of many things.
It's also been really nice to have someone come here.

So big respect to my mate Lordy B (who is still asleep, lazy git!)

"I'll be your loverman, I got a masterplan, to take off your dress & be a man"

Hello peeps.

First up may I point you in the direction of Cheer up Alan Shearer. It's a new footy related blog which I shall be co-hosting with some tall people. Yup, Lordy B & Swiss Toni. It's in it's infancy but if you like the beautiful game get your arse over there & have a nose.
Honestly, 52 caps???!!!!

The Boy shall be arriving chez Flash any minute now. I'm giddy with excitement as I haven't seen him in over a week. He's been soaking up the sun in Menorca with his Mum. I can't wait to see him & I'll be giving him a big squish!

Today Nice has her big summit meeting with her (ex?) partner. I have suggested that we don't see each other for a least a couple of weeks, to which she as agreed. The point being, this is a huge decision in her life & she ought to be making it for the right reasons. I should be as far from her mind as possible when she's considering her future.
We've spent a lot of time together this week & frankly it's been utterly wonderful. I do like her a lot. With this in mind I tried to come clean about how scared I am of relationships. I explained that I've found it very difficult to strike a balance between not getting her hopes up at all & not pissing on any hopes she has. In a nutshell I can't give her any indication of how things might go because I simply do not know if I want a girlfriend.
We have had a lot of sex (yay), but we've also talked lots, got stoned lots & laughed lots & lots.

Now then lady readers, allow me to pass on a couple of quotes from Nice:
To her friend; "I've had more pleasure in one week with Flash then I had in 6 years with thingy"
And finally after our final bout of bedroom fun last night; "Flash, you have a gift!"

Form an orderly queue girls!

"Where to? Where do I go?"

Double A side posts coming at you today!

A

Nice.
The whole thing with Nice is affecting me in an odd way.
We hung out friday afternoon, she stayed over saturday night & she came round yesterday afternoon for a couple of hours.
I'm also expecting her shortly.
Nice is lovely, she has a wonderful smile & is always happy & jolly. She is very good at the sex. And is particularly skilled in certain "procedures", if you know what I mean.
She's 25 & she likes a spliff, in fact she's a self confessed stoner. She smokes much more than I do. The upside of this is we have a lot of fun together & sexual responses are heightened.
The downside is that I do like to carefully regulate how much I smoke because coupled with my laziness being perma-stoned is a recipe for disaster.
In some ways I don't like how I've been with her. I've been extremely guarded & extra careful not to show any signs of this thing actually going anywhere. In truth, I'm scared. I do like her a lot & in the last hour yesterday we had a really good, fun talk. I commented that it was almost a shame that we'd gone straight into the sex, before the getting to know each better stage.

There are a couple of things that simply are not right.
Firstly, Nice is quite a big girl. Not huge, but she's a little taller than me & a fair bit "rounder" than I am. I know this shows me up to be extremley shallow, but I can't help worrying that I'm selling myself a little short in the attractiveness stakes. Is that really bad?
Secondly & indeed comically; she's me! She openly admits to being utterly shite at dealing with the practicalities of life, her prefferred way of dealing with things is to hide from them or ignore them. She hates confrontation & will go to absurd lengths to avoid upsetting people or putting herself in a negative light. We joked yesterday that we would make a dreadful couple & that we'd end up living on the streets within weeks!

In fairness to her, this is all a major thing in her life. She said yesterday that she feels like she's suddenly living somebody else's life. That this sort of thing just doesn't happen in her world.
I feel very strongly that I am going to do everything I can do to make sure she doesn't get hurt, no matter what course this follows. I like her too much to treat her in a bad way.

Anyway, we shall see what happens, in the meantime though...

*singing* I'm just a love machine....

"Can I kick it?"

AA

The footy season is almost upon us! Yay.
I know this may not be of any interest to some of you overseas but for us Brits this is a big deal.

Anyway, after the little spat going on in the record-busting comments section of the last post, I thought it time for all us footy types to nail our colours to the post & to stick our necks out.
Predictions then:

Your own club's position
Premiership winners
Championship winners
League 1 winners
League 2 winners
FA cup winners
Who will do best in Europe?

Let's be having you!
Assuming we are still here at the end of next May we can see who knows the beautiful game the best, eh?

I'll start us off then

Leeds United will finish 2nd in the Championship winning automatic promotion

Prem - Chelsea
Champ- Norwich City
League 1 - Nottingham Forest
League 2 - Northampton town
FA Cup - Spurs
Europe - Chelsea

I do also expect Liverpool to have a very good season & I can see them upsetting the Arse & the Mancs.

Bring it on then, Footy's back!!!!!!