selling out? Me ? Never, but young teen clunge does attract plenty of traffic to my page, as does ‘Scandinavian beauties’ so lets see what happens in the next couple of days.
I just had a historical read of an old posting from 2008 about Facebook. Funny how time passes but even back then in 2008 I was ranting about closing the account. Glad I did too.
I would like to mention the Cooper clan again. I know the girls are regular readers but now I am proud to announce the parents are also reading too – welcome Mon and John although I wonder if it is just Mr. C that pops in to see whats going on. Talking of subscriptions, whatever happened to Thornham in Oz and Timothy in S.A. ? Are you ladies still reading? Better still, closer to home, McCoy (I forget your wedded name).
Now firmly planted in Genoa, I enrolled in Italian language lessons starting next week. I met the teacher last night, she has a huge pair of tits, unfortunately for her, they are already down by her belly button and I doubt she is 40. More intriguing than the southerly chest was the gruff, beyond husky voice. Kind of left me wondering if those huge swinging orbs had more hair on them than my chest but then that wouldn’t be hard now would it? I wonder if she has ever stepped on one of her nipples ? So my lessons start on Monday and I have already started practising the hand gestures and over pronunciation of the few words of Italian that I already know. Expect me to be more dramatic next time you see me and a less skillful driver – unless of course I am driving a boat near to a small Italian island.
I also contacted the dive school in Rugby about finally taking my instructor exams. They asked if I had completed the dry suit specialist course as the water at Stoney Cove in February would be around 4ºC. I did explain that I could always go to the Caribbean and do it there. Who on earth wants to go diving in 4º water when I am used to mid to late 20’s?
I do want to tempt fate for a moment here – all the ‘negativos’ that talk about how unreliable and crap Range Rovers are – I love my car. We have now covered 18,000kms without fault. Of course I lie there, I had to change a side light bulb before leaving Brussels – I am not really counting that in the J.D. Powers customer satisfaction survey. It is especially lush when it comes to triggering speed cameras, either I am going too fast or the cameras also like the look of the car and want pictures. A camera in Switzerland recently took a photo of me from the front and the rear – that was very confusing for a moment until I realised what had happened.
Tomorrow, I am hitting the hills of Genoa on my bike. I have found nothing on line about specific tracks to ride so have had a look at maps and will head out with no particular intention and see what mischief I can get up to. For those with Runkeeper, be sure to take look.
Until then – I am available for abuse exclusively on my UK phone number
December 30th, 2014 at 11:31
Thanks HairyGoose. I had a look at your stats and ‘Young Teen Clunge’ came up. Not that this is a problem in itself. No. The problem is that Nelly Furtado’s ‘I’m like a bird’ was on the radio at the same time.
So, now I keep hearing a remix of the song: ‘I don’t know where my clunge is, I don’t know where my….’ You get the idea.
Thanks again. Not 🙂
November 1st, 2013 at 15:38
oh yes! I actually look forward to them, I have no intention of getting a life…