Yes, like everyone else I'll add my pennyworth of football home spun managerial intellect. I said it before and I'll say it again. Rooney cannot be played as a lone striker, this was said in a drunken slur on Friday night. I also openly predicted that the German game would be a dour affair with Germany winning 1-0 in the 89 min. So go figure! It's all great fun though although I will have to surface sometime, probably go out for air on Wednesday.
I don't know why but I keep fantasying about a married woman I know, we have a laugh together and everyone knows that. But could she really be interested in more. I'm so rubbish at this stuff I really am. Besides we are rarely together alone so it's even more hard to tell, what are the signs? Or should I just leave well alone and stick to single women. Hey you can't help who you find attractive can you? So many questions but does anyone have an answer? See another question, layered upon question, like lasagne covered with cheese.
So have a great week everyone, I'm less busy and about so I'll be keeping an eye on you, and may your footballing God go with you.
xxxx

I wanted something dynamic and exciting to happen this weekend so I'd have you all on the edge of your swivel chairs but I had a relaxing weekend and did very little. The World Cup and work consume my life, like locusts ravaging a fieldof wheat. Italy were rubbish against USA, Gio, whats happening, all the creativity of an armless monkey (what does that mean?). England march, or stagger, on, but the most pleasing aspect is all the English fans seem to be behaving much to the disappointment of Bild. I really hope whatever happens this continues, I lived through the dark days of racism and hooligans in the 80s, believe me it wasn't fun. We play tomorrow night and need a draw (as if you didn't know). I'll be working and watching as per usual.
My blog has been viewed 666 times, what does that mean?
The air is thick with pollen and clouds hinder the light.
May your god go with you, over the touch line and handball it into the net!
xxxxxx I kiss you.

Just a quick one today to say hi and tell you my I must never try to talk to strangers when drunk.
Example 1: Sober in the pub watching England. A nice girl comes up to the bar to buy a drink. So I comment on here shirt, very nice, well I am a designer, and get the barmans attention so she can get served. We chat for a bit and I'm polite but am distracted by the football so I let the moment pass. Plenty more fish and all that.
Example 2: Drunk and on the train with a mate I turn to a woman next to me and enquire if she wears patent shoes cos she is too lazy to polish her other ones.
I'm surprised she didn't hit me!
Oh well, more fun and games later guys.
Have a great weekend and may your god go with you.

Well it's been a while cos I've been busy and also watching the world cup. Think it's been a great start too, all the top teams have won, and although the USA lost, I know that the yanks don't care anyway.
Looked at a new site the other day which went on about joining for free, but every part was then membership only. I have a real problem with this, I realise that these sites want to make money but they could have a least some kind of limited access or free trial period so stuff them.
Everyone has gone BBQ crazy in England I'm sure there is a hole in the ozone above the suburbs. It's been stupid hot too so everyone is wondering around in next to nothing, or still wearing their ugly suits to work. We still have a long way to go here in terms of getting the prols to stop thinking in terms of uniforms. This is why I hate black tie events, it basically is for guys who panic everytime they have to dress formally, so black tie indicates the uniform they can all turn up in. Last one I went to I wore a white tie with a black shirt, I looked like a member of the Residents. Things went ok till I thought I could break dance, lucky I didn't do permenent damamge to something.
Right back to designing, no rest for the damned. England on Thursday, I'm going to become a thug for the evening.
Well done Italy (for Gio), nice to see my hero get a few minutes at the end.
May your God go with you.
Ps Punk you aint a princess you're a Queen.

OK so I've changed my mind about 8 times this morning about wether to put this in the blog but then I figured what the heck. I language is explicit as is the act and if you took out the words ‘eased’. ‘slide’ and ‘your’ I’d be lost to know what else to put in. It’s all in the moment and also remember it’s actually meant for a particular friend. So enjoy or not as the case may be. On a previous email we were chatting about massages.


You’d be laid face down on the bed naked, a towel underneath you. Your gorgeous arse sticking up. I’d be in a tee shirt and shorts, stood next to the bed. I’d pour a little oil onto my hands and gently start to work it into your shoulders, my fingers pushing slightly into your flesh, working in slow circles. My thumbs pushing in deeper to the muscle and around the back of your neck. You start to relax, eyes closed and allow yourself to let go and drift. I allow the warm oil to drip onto your back and then work that in, right from the bottom of your back to the top of your neck, pushing in with the palms of my hands and spread my fingers as I reach the top. Lower to the tip of your buttocks, spreading out wider as I push over your hips. I take of my shirt and then pour more oil over your legs, I ease then open and kneel on the end of the bed, working up from your calves to behind your knees then over the backs of your thighs. I push into the flesh of your buttocks, easing my fingers slightly to part then and continue on to the small of your back. Working in circles back down again and up.
I ease of my shorts over my erection and sit astride you, my cock resting on your arse. I move my hands back to your back and shoulders. I pour oil over my cock and watch as it drips onto your arse, sliding down the inside of your buttocks. I carry on massaging your back, but I slide my hardness through the gap as my hands reach up around your shoulders. We staying lock in this cycle for a few minutes, each time I ease myself back to allow room for my fingers to slip between your buttocks, sliding my fingers lower until they rub against your cunt. My oiled finger sliding against your wetness. I ease your legs open climbing over them and pushing them wider around the outside of my legs. My hands moving in an ever smaller circles till they concentrate on your wet slippery holes. I pour more oil over your arse, but instead of using my hands, I slide my chest, stomach and then enter your cunt.
Easing my cock in centimeter at a time. I don’t stop till I am pysically pushing you up the bed. I push us up on our knees so we are doggy style and let you sit back on my aching, throbbing hardness. Your hands spread out in front of you, your head bent down, hair falling over your eyes. You move forward allow my cock to slide out and just as the tip is about to pop out, I ease it back in again. We connect in this rhythm for a while, my hand working over your arse until my fingers ease inside and I gentle push a finger inside your arse. You feel it inside you working in small circles. It slows your movement down as you drink in this new sensation, then as you become use to it you start to rock back on my cock again, I ease in another finger, slowly opening your arse and sliding it slowly in. You stop, gasping as you try to catch breath. I start to slide them in and out, allowing my cock to twitch and flick inside your cunt. I feel a tingling sensation, from the back of my arse up through my balls and finally into the head of my cock.
I know I might come soon so I ease it from your wet hole and replace it where my fingers are in one movement. You grunt like a demented animal almost chocking as it stretches you. I feel it’s tightness around me but the oil has made us both so slippery that it sucks me in. I grip you hips for support and your hand pushes on my stomach muscles to stop me going in too deep. I ease back and involuntarily my hips push back like a spring. My stomach hits your hand the force easing it in a little deeper, and back again, this continues on for a few more strokes till it is filling you up and my hips touch your buttocks. I come, you come, we come together, sweat pour from us. You feel my sperm hit you inside over and over. I can’t stop coming, you loss yourself in the moment as the waves of your orgasm wash over you until my thrusting becomes less intense. You arms buckle and your face drops into your sheets. I slide myself out and collapse next to you. For the first time that day we kiss.

Well been busy enjoying myself over the weekend and spent yesterday travelling back from the lake district which is very beautiful and relaxing. Treated myself to a new and wildly expensive haircut at Selfridges today, because the sun is shinning and I want to look good for the world cup.
Watched England train on TV this morning, must say Baden Baden (so good they named it twice) looks nice, might go there next summer for a look see. Everyone seemed happy and sharp in the camp, and the flags here are multiplying like rabbits, it's like the queens parade, very pretty.
Looks like Rooney might be an super human after all but I'll let you all know tomorrow after he has had his scan. Pictures are all over the papers of him kicking balls in the goal!
I'm feeling quite light headed with it all, the sun, a whole month of the finest football has to offer and a long lost email friend has resurfaced.
We use to keep each other amused with erotic stories and the odd phone sex but she has had a rough year. However she emailed me on sunday to let me know that she's feeling better and horny again so that's inspired me to start the erotic fiction again, which also means I'm going to be like a bull on heat all summer! So I'll apologize in advance if I'm a little over zealous girls, just ignore me if I start pestering you with amorous emails.
Love to all
and may your god go with you.
xxxxxxxxxxxxx

Had a wet dream last night I can't believe it. It has quite intense. I was being massaged and then I turned over and this woman was sat astride me, kneeding my cock with baby oil, slowly. So slowly, that the orgasm took ages to build and then the feeling was right through my hardness, tingling from the very tip of my cock, through my balls and into my arse. I came loads, it just keep on spilling out, not in a spray, just tons of come oozing out and down my cock. Amazing.

Tilac's blog once again has taken an interesting turn, it reminds me of a long road with distinctive corners and twists, forks and occassionally a dead end where we back track and try a different route, her last one mentions superstions and a place where it's considered good luck to wedge sticks under a rock. I started replying on her blog but decided this needed more than a few lines so I've opened it here on.
The only metaphor I can think of is sticks and stones may break my bones but words will never hurt me.
However your analogy is a clever one. In England it's considered bad luck to walk under ladders, I'd say rather than superstition, this is good advise. The best religions give us guide lines to leading a healthier and more productive life, and personally that's as far as they go.
On a lighter note I had a lovely weekend, we had a bank holiday yesterday and although the weather is still crap I had a lovely day. Bought some CDs, one of which I already have (why do I always do that) the best of the bunch is a Hacienda mix. The Hacienda was a famous club in Manchester that I had the pleasure of visiting a few times.
FOOTBALL UPDATE:
OK here is the news, 10 days to go and you can't move for plastic England flags it really makes us look so tacky. There is a friendly tonight, normally people wouldn't bother with these matches but I sense a collective zeal that will drive the audience figures. I'll watch too, well I have ironing that needs doing and my ironing lady is on holiday.
Be good to each other, and for god sake someone send me a PM!

Ah sweet Friday, why do we hang so much importance on this day, I'll be working most of the weekend anyway but still like the feeling when I wake up and think great it's friday. Perhaps it's a collective thing because everyone else seems a bit happier.

Ok so England update:

Wayne is not Jesus after all. Yes folks after all the fuss it seems he (or more precisely) his foot is only human and heals within the same time frame as the rest of us mortals. England B planned a meaningless friendly last night, I didn't watch so can't possibly comment and I would rather give you guys (all 5) the nitty gritty.
On a footballing note and I think this will only be understood by Gio (as I know he takes a passing interest) we have a soccer aid programme on TV at the moment. Various celebrates and old professionals are training together for a big match on saturday to raise money for UNICEF, a fucking great charity. I watched Zola play the other night and the old magic is still there. Made me go all gooey inside. As opposed to some of the woman here who make me all gooey on my hand and belly. Ha Ha.
Have a great one and may your god go with you.

Wow, what a change in the weather, sun is shinning and I feel like going naked and dancing down the street. That will get the curtains twitching. I went for a run last Friday and one of my neighbours not only noticed she clock me going and returning, now that's neighbourhood watch.
Today I've managed to fix up my wireless router only took, two visits to PC World, one visit to Dixons (for a new cable which I didn't need), a 10 minute call to Belkin tech support, a 10 minute call to NTL and then a further 1/2 hour to Belkin again. Now I spend the summer sat in the garden on my laptop, but dare I go naked out there.
No world cup update so far, everyone has gone Rooney mad, it seem they all think he is so close to God his bones will heal faster than everyone elses. I think we are all in for a rude awakening tomorrow when results are announced.
My your god (perhaps that's Del Piero) go with you.
xxxxx
p.s. Bea cheer up!