‘If you never change your mind, why have one? (Edward De Bono)’, I had intended to post every day, but some of you will know me by now, my post order and self imposed rules change like the wind, anyways here’s a request post………. and I’ll be gone for a day or three, I do think I’ve become a little ‘samey’ (English term), so I’ll leave the masseuse story for another day 4000 words ffs! Anyways err have a laugh with this one!
Oh and be aware the two scrunched up balls of black polyester lingerie now lie deep within the chest of draws from whence they came, mind you I’d bet I’m not the first guy to have worn black stockings, and I doubt I’ll be the last!!
A hematoma is a collection of blood outside of a blood vessel, I learnt something today.
Thank you for the replies of best wishes and kind regards after posting I’d damaged my ribs, and I do really mean thank you I was in pain and thought I may have broken a rib. I haven’t thank goodness, the small lump protruding from my ribcage is a hematoma (blood bruising) attached to the outside of one rib, forget the number! A lovely Doctor said the bone’s not broken, phew that was a relief, yes there’s a swelling which will take quite a while to disappear, if ever, but hey 🙂 I can live with a bump.
Several months ago I commented to a lady blogger named arwenaragornstar, admitting a fact lol that I didn’t really know how to blog properly. To be more specific I quoted a UK phrase ‘I wing it here’ where she replied 😀 ‘we all do’, so with a theme less blog in mind, I thought why not share my consultation with a British Doctor (GP) in pt2 and hopefully with the usual entertaining twist, yawn lol, but like I always say Blog Andrew is bereft of a theme…… “I wing it!”
Btw I’m giving myself a present, I’ll sooon be visiting a Polish Masseuse for my very first Erotic Swedish Massage, hmm that might make for an amusing tale but I’m afraid you’ll have to endure reading adult sexy themed posts yet again! 😀 No doubt I’ll write about my love and regard for lady’s boobs YET again, I do enjoy this blogging alter ego…….secret ego 😉
Now for part 1, this present post, I’ll share photographs I captured this morning on my walk into Town. I often carry my camera around with me during a day, so I thought why not share snapshots of a-typical British Town life, makes a change from observations of the fair sex and her curves………stop Andrew!!
If you reside in the USA you’ll refer to this autumn Season as Fall, well as you can see from the trees on the Common leaves are turning shades of rustic brown and I’ve no doubt after a strong gale they’ll all disappear. In fact I’m a little surprised the leaves haven’t fallen yet being as we’re into early November, but British weather yawn is still very mild at present.
Haha Poundland! We have a thrift shop that sells everything for £1, I must admit I try to avoid shopping there not because I am a snob mind, nope. I don’t tend to visit pound shops for the simple reason I live by the maxim you get what you pay for, and there ain’t half a lot of rubbish on sale in £1 shops, I understand why! However they do sell 4 tubes of Fruit Pastilles cost of one pound and I’m addicted to Roundtree’s Fruit Pastilles!
And finally to our Town’s Health Centre funded by the NHS, a wonderful institution created by a post war Labour Government which promised free medical healthcare for all citizens driven by the iconic phrase,
‘From the Cradle to the Grave’,
(A Paper first published 1942 by William Beverage Labour Party.)
Unfortunately our National Health Service is underfunded and the staff are overworked, consequently we must all endeavour to stop successive Governments from dismembering this wonderful institution, the British public love and cherish our NHS and long may that continue.
Please bare with me on this post, this isn’t an essay debating the rights and wrongs of Boxing, this post is little more than sharing photographs and videos taken on a very recent evening out……………oh and with narration of course.
‘All tits and ass’ ring card holding girl (right) but alas I didn’t photograph the ladies from my evening out, I forgot, too busy lol looking at them. Btw if you hadn’t already guessed, they inform the male audience as to the round number they’re about to watch………………….. I’ll say NO more!
😀 Notice how I omitted the word Boxing from my Title? Now hold on don’t run, I understand why sport and Boxing are unpopular, but you may wish to see my private photographs from the other evening. I enjoyed myself which is the point to earning money isn’t it, we earn to yes live but also to have fun. But important to me, whilst watching live boxing for the first time ever I sat there questioning whether striking another person in the name of sport is justifiable, also I questioned should the public really be enjoying the experience of watching two people fight which is morally unjustifiable?
So yes I did learn something about myself October 7th, I enjoyed the spectacle but I’m uncomfortable with calling physical violence Sport even though both opponents are in the ring of their own free will. But if you were to ask, I enjoyed the Boxing.
I‘ll add one final personal caveat, boys and girls boxing clubs exist up and down the land and ALWAYS in deprived cities and poverty stricken societies. You’ll not find a club in rural Oxfordshire, however in the East End of London you will, several!
Here’s an example of the type of area we’re talking of, one week after I watched the contest, in exactly the same area but metres from York Hall a girl was sexually assaulted on THREE separate occasions in the space of one hour, and by 6 different men the final assault being a rape. An awful place to live and an awful place for a child to grow up in. Boxing offers a way out!
Boxing clubs exists in deprived parts of cities where no one wishes to live and yet they have to, my justification is a Boxing club will teach children the disciplines of physical exercise, diet and looking after yourself and is that so bad? These kids have little education will not be going to college or University, they have zero prospects and I’m of the opinion these Clubs offer children camaraderie, an interest, a safe place to train meet friends, and be around adults who will teach them the difference between right from wrong. Yes they fight but they live in a big bad world.
Here endeth my lesson 🙂 .
I went to watch my heroine Chantelle Cameron Box, enjoyed myself and lol she is one tough woman yet a lovely personality with it, you might say the ideal girlfriend, pretty no doubt a great lay being so fit and all, and she’ll look after you when the s##t hits the fan! Chantelle won her fight in under 2 minutes, both girls left the ring in good health and one day she’ll retire from the sport a very rich woman…………………. hopefully. We both understand the dangers and yes 2 minutes was short but there were 8 other fights to watch.
11 photos I ‘snapped’ and in chronological order from her entering the hall to fighting in the ring.
“Happiness is a life choice. We choose to be happy or not.”
Me as a young man playing snooker on an evening out with friends!
Blogging is but a reflection of real life!Write a sexy story then publish on the internet, accompany with a semi nude selfie holding one’s ‘bits & bobs’, and the viewings go through the roof! (The roof for me is probably less than you imagine 🙂 ). Yet write a thoughtful post discussing the moral rights and wrongs of men fighting each other wearing boxing gloves and lol the post sinks without trace! However no real surprises or revelations there, after all the human being is a sexual animal and he loves to read tales of love and fantasy, but as regards boxing, perhaps I won’t return to my day out in London, so here’s a family picture post in its place. 🙂
Btw I’m not in a sad mood, reflective that’s all.
More bad News for you, there’ll be no more nude photos WordPress removed my selfie, you know the photo of me laying on a bed semi nude fondling my balls. However I have NO complaints, WP are extremely accommodating allowing Adult themed material but a Blogger has to take care, too explicit and he’ll find himself in hot water.
Being serious for a second I’ve been dipping into my family photo album once again, and happened upon this image from 20+ years ago, takes me back I can tell you! The back story is a work colleague and dear friend took the picture just as I was about to strike the Snooker ball, and because we’re talking pre digital camera the photo had to then be scanned hence the grainy image!
Hmm, so where have all those in between years gone? Looking at that young man again I’d guess he had hopes dreams and ambitions, that by age 45+ he’d be in good health, have a well paid job, drive a nice car, own his own house, married to a wife with children, and what of present day? Well I’m employed though with a boss no one really likes even though I try my best, I have epilepsy consequently I don’t drive, I own my home, I’m single which upsets me everyday of my life, I don’t have children, and incidentally whilst I’ve been writing this post I’ve just had a thought, perhaps having side stepped fatherhood needs addressing in a future post?
However on the positive side I’ve led a good clean and blameless life, I’m in reasonable health (could be better but then we all think that), my mum is well, my brother’s happily married with two fantastic boys who are adorable, intelligent, amusing, kind, happy and morally upstanding young men, though growing up all tooo quickly! So as a family we haven’t anything to complain about, by that I mean to say my cousins uncles aunts mother younger sibling and myself seem to led happy contented lives, and no one’s disgraced the family name (yet). But sadly I also shouldn’t forget I’ve lost four wonderful Grandparents along my journey…………a good time to pause Andrew.
Looking back, I’d love to have achieved more with my life but then don’t we all say that? I’d love to be living with a woman instead of casual sex, which incidentally I’m totally bored with, but here’s a sobering thought I’ve recently been told 😀 to my face, note in jest!
“Andrew be careful what you wish for because………….” And yes I did understand her affirmation. But my answer will always be ‘no man is an island, we all need to love and be loved’ even though relationships are a rocky road to navigate. Yes sex on tap would be fabulous, marriage lol, the trouble is sexual intercourse is neither fun nor fulfilling without love connection and intimacy, I’ve been there, and truthfully I would have much preferred a cup of tea with the various ladies!
So as to finish on an upbeat tone, I’ll be truthful and say I’m happyish, I have a lot to be thankful for, I’m certainly not one to wallow in discontentment or feel sorry for myself, and firmly believe the secret to enjoying the next 20 years is totally in my control. The choice to be happy or not is mine to make! The ball’s in my court so to speak.
So Andrew where will you be in 20 years time? Hmm there’s a question.
Early September the travelling Fairground camped it’s metaphorical wagons right bang in the centre of historic Oxford City for the annual St. Giles Fair! Now I know some of you aren’t great fans of YouTube videos appearing on Blogs and I understand why, this is a tiny backwater of the internet reserved for writers, so yes I understand.
Having said that they appear another day.
After finishing work I walked through the sleeping Fun Fair around 6pm as the owners were just beginning to prepare their rides for the evening’s exciting entertainment, and rather than hang around in the rain I carried on walking right through, Galaxy Tablet in my rucksack, making for the Odeon cinema where I watched the excellent Dunkirk starring Tom Hardy, and yes ladies even if I say it myself he is gorgeous!
Then two hours later I stepped out of the cinema into driving rain and daylight had been transformed into pitch black night, yet all around shone thousands of vibrant coloured lights along with excited human screams and VERY loud pop music………the Fun Fair had arrived in Oxford with a Bang!
Galloping horses, this Fairground ride has it’s beginnings 200 years ago, when steam powered traction engines would turn the wheels through use of belts and pulleys. How do I know this? I’ve visited Dorset steam rallies and seen them with my own eyes.
So I took my Tablet from my rucksack, signed in as you do, and throughout the next hour I took many photos also short videos all uploaded onto my YouTube Channel! And no I lol didn’t go on any rides, no, my neurosurgeon told me never to and I’m certainly not going to argue with a medical consultant brain surgeon………made a good excuse anyway.
Haha that’s gotten you curious, perhaps my fixation with ladies breasts is a medical condition after all. 😛
Btw I wasn’t half worried that my Tablet would be stolen from my hands, things I do for WordPress haha.
Stalls with their cuddly toy animal prizes, I can’t help wondering if they’ve passed European tests for fire safety? Btw I’m not attempting to be funny!
The rifle games amuse me, people take aim at an object standing less than two metres away yet they cannot hit the target! You don’t think the owners have bent the rifle barrels by any chance?
St. Giles Fair is a famous and historic annual festival lasting two evenings, then on the Wednesday morning as I walk through the city centre at 7am every resemblance of the previous evenings Fairground rides had upped and gone, the owners had worked right through the night clearing up and all the stalls rides and lorries had disappeared, the wagons had upped sticks and left town!
Oh yes I said famous and historic! The Fair has been coming to Oxford for hundreds of years, and I’ve worked with old timers who remember boxing booths, where local hard men could pay to take on the travelling fighter in I guess a boxing ring, but alas Health and Safety legislation has put a stop to those fun and games.
As an engineer by trade I can’t help thinking as I gaze at these human beings spinning across the nights sky, how safe are these rides really? Every couple of evenings they’re stripped down taken apart, then screwed back together in another Town! Like I said I’m an engineer employed in a structural materials Group looking into metal fatigue in Rolls Royce aero engines, not the ideal man to be stood watching people enjoying themselves trying to wipe the many what ifs from my consciousness!
I cannot help it, happens all the time, the price of being a qualified engineer? Lol in the past I’ve worked with the wing material specimens from the original Airbus planes!
In the background you’ll see the sandstone high walls and buildings of St. Johns College, very famous and 800 years old and currently being used as a film set, you won’t believe the amount of movies and TV dramas you’ve watched where Oxford College’s have appeared Harry Potter being one of them. So look out for the buildings laying further behind the Fair rides.
And of course where would any Fun Fair be without it’s dodgem cars? Fabulous 🙂
Enough chatter lol, these are my photos and for those of you who do enjoy YouTube videos they will appear on a forthcoming post in a few days time 🙂 Sorry.
Ahh nearly forgot, here’s B&W photos from St. Giles Fair taken decades past, straw boaters white blouses and long heavy black skirts, don’s wives?
Important message. This afternoon I’ve been chatting with my fabulous 9 year old nephew and he tells me ‘The Emoji Move: Express Yourself’ is “absolute pants!” Incidentally Rotten Tomatoes approved tomatometer critics give this movie a 10% positive review, so lol you’ve been duly warned 😀
Oh yes my post Peeing in the shower! Where shall we begin and note there’s NO imagery this is just for fun!
I haven’t published a JFF post for a while, plus I’m feeling a little hmm , so I thought why not write something hopefully ‘entertaining’ yet at the same time make a serious point.
Now hold on before you leave me, 🙂 I know I’m prone to writing ‘unusually themed’ posts, an understatement if ever there was one, but believe me or not ‘Peeing in the shower’ is a serious topic for discussion amongst politicians and public health officials across many Countries, especially if they have water shortage problems.
So with water conservation in mind I thought why not discuss, try and convince you, plus share a few photographs of men taking showers I found along the way, makes a welcome change from seeing naked women. 🙂
All photographs and video were taken by myself, who knows how media ownership works on WordPress not me? 🙂
A post featuring my mother’s very own wildlife eco system, not Bumblebees for a change but four species of butterflies which regularly visited her garden late August 2017.
I’ve learnt two natural history lessons this past summer, first it’s extremely important to grow pollinating flowers in your garden 🙂 and secondly it seems Butterflies GO CRAZY FOR purple flowering Buddleia’s!
Until researching this post I hadn’t really appreciated the beauty of these amazing bugs fluttering from flower to flower in my mother’s rear garden, not until I looked close up upon the vibrant colours on their wings had I realised we have amazing creatures on our own doorsteps.
Quite literally step outside her conservatory door and my mother has bees butterflies birds feeding upon bugs only because she grows pollenating flowers in her garden, and as you’ll see from my photos butterflies adore buddleia flowers in fact as I wandered round the lawn with my camera four different native English species couldn’t leave the bush alone!
Along with butterflies mum has hedgehogs visiting her garden nine o’clock most evenings and during the summer months she’ll put a saucer of water and dried mealworms on the concrete patio. To begin with only one hedgehog would visit to munch on the dry worms then scurry back across the lawn, through a hole under the fence and into a hedgehog house in a neighbours garden. But best of all earlier this Spring an adult and two babies would turn up for supper every evening!
Thank you WordPress because if I hadn’t had the ‘imagination’ to write this post I wouldn’t have given the colours and patterns on their wings a second look, in fact every summer I rarely give notice these beautiful creatures.
Red Admiral:The Red Admiral is a frequent visitor to British gardens and is one of our most well-known butterflies, unmistakable with velvety black wings intersected by striking red bands. Primarily a migrant to our shores, although sightings of individuals and immature stages in the first few months of the year, mean the Red Admiral is now considered resident in the British Isles ‘topped up’ every year with migrants arriving in May and June that originate in central Europe. However unfortunately, most individuals are unable to survive our winter especially in the cooler regions of the British Isles.
Whilst looking back through Wednesdays photographs something rather puzzling struck me, ‘why an earth is the grass so short Andrew?’ I mean you should see my jungle of a back garden when I haven’t mown the lawn in a week, yet this Parkland resembles a golf course? All very odd must remember to Google. NOT.
As you may be aware if you ‘read’ pt1, Wednesday previous I walked around Blenheim Palace grounds taking lots of photos, incidentally that’s in Oxfordshire England. Unfortunately the video isn’t as good a quality as I’d like, never mind perhaps I should invest in a new camera or buy a new phone it’s on my wish ‘list’.
So rather than ‘publish’ a part 3 blog Post here’s the remaining photographs and video (have I told you they’re all taken by me?), So if you’d like a short historical synopsis please read part 1.
(Briefly Blenheim Palace is the ancestral home of the Duke and Duchess of Marlborough built in the 1700’s with stunning ornamental grounds, and England’s Prime Minister Winston Churchill was born here.) That wasn’t tooo painful was it. 🙂
A question for you. Have you ever visited a place you know you visited as a child but forgotten about? Well my gentle walk around Blenheim estate was one of those experiences, a beautiful summers afternoon when memories of times past filtered back into my imagination all prompted by the idyllic Parkland scenery. Like the time as a ‘Boy Scout’ I gained my Woodland and Forestry badge chain sawing trees and watching birds. Happy days and according to my nephew did you know they allow girls into the Scouts now? 😀 Sounds fabulous, twelve go camping for a weekend returning with thirteen!
On another occasion I fondly remember picnicking with my parents and grandparents under a tree and my grandmother spreading out a white linen table cloth as if in her front room, picture us seven drinking tea from fine china cups (with saucers), an ‘Alice in Wonderland’ tea party laid out on a forest floor all very surreal but at the same time wonderful! The only trouble is the older you get the more times you’re struck by these rather depressing deja vu.
A very warm July day! But Mustn’t complain this is England after all.
The following is a 4 photograph panorama. (Moving left-right)
The lake in front of the Palace has many types of wildfowl take this swan with signet below.
🙂 I’ve been looking back through my posts and as you’re well aware by now I have NO common thread weaving through this blog so helping readers try to figure out what an earth they are supposed lol to be following, all I can probably guarantee is the next upload will be completely different to the previous if you get my drift.
Scrolling through my posts reading feedback and the number of views, I can see my photographs are quite popular which is very gratifying and especially with people resident in different Countries, and I’m exactly the same, I love looking at other bloggers very own photographs of their home surroundings, makes the blogging experience seem more personal.
🙂 WordPress bloggers are sharing Autumnal photographs they’ve taken themselves, local trees with their leaf shades yellow green gold and rustic brown, so I thought why not share 3 of my own, leaves will have all disappeared from their branches and the path in a week or two. Now or never!
These weren’t pre planned, the sun was shining, I had my camera on me and well here they are!
😀 I’ve just realised all of my WordPress photographs are taken within 5 minutes walking distance of my Home, I can assure you I do go places outside the housing estate!!
In these two photographs I’m standing at a ‘T’ junction which leads to our local Tesco Supermarket, Chinese Takeaway and Jehovah’s Kingdom Hall!
I think perhaps my promised Voyeur story should wait, do you know what I have no idea what people make of me, lol none at all, all I’ll say is my next Post will be totally different to the one before! I can’t write poetry oh how I wish I could, never mind variety is the spice of life so they say?