bed gym

SEX is therapy for the soul.
And dammed good physical exercise for the body.

Finns and gunfights

Since I´ve been living in the flat I´ve heard the steady crack of pistol shots during the early hours once or twice a week, coming from a perpendicular street. Drug gangsters eliminating competition.
Yesterday morning there was a big police raid (half the police involved were clients anyway) and they bundled a couple of likely looking thugs into the Brazilian equivalent of a Black Maria while wives/girlfriends and other screechy wimmen looked on and screeched a lot. I had a grandstand view from my bedroom balcony. A pleasant evening could be had sitting on my terrace watching gunfights, supping fine red wine or quaffing FBAs, now that´s all been ruined by the police. Ah well.
Hello, someone visited me from Finland. Those Finnish girls in the 80s on Ayia Napa beach, one didn´t know where to direct one´s eyes. I think I wrote something about that in a previous post, check out the archives.
This written once again from PUC, mostly because I´ve got nothing much else to do ´cept hang around here. At least there´re lots of girls here. A dammed sight more than there are in my flat.
Red wine tonight I think.

Irish Pubs

Still having no computer at my new cool batchelor flat, (comlete with barbie place on an expansive terrace for naked sunbathing, ladies take note. - hmmm, naked barbies could be a little hazardous. Notwithstanding, my next installment will be a hot-tub). STILL having no computer at my cool batchelor flat, I've taken to writing this Blog at PUC (fully clothed) my wonderful (expensive) university.
Semiotics I with a bevy of nymphettes (fully clothed)is some experience.
Hitherwherewithto, Sunday nights is my night working at the Shamrock Irish pub, draught FBA and canned Guinness, and if I get a chance, good Celtic folk music, otherwise, because Si the Boss dictates, it´s Brit Rock. Neverthewarreverwhereas, the place is frequented by young ladies (fully clothed)and well worth a night of quaffing FBAs.
Witherwhatnotwherewhywhenasto, add to my previous list of Books to Read, "Lady Chatterley´s Lover" by that old horny dude Lawrence, full of profound philosophical thoughts as well as good old fashioned porn.

´sbpeen a long time since I rock and rolled

yup it´s been a long time since I wrote this log.
I see I have visitors from various places around the globe. HELLO etc (please feel free to translate into your appropriate languages)
Well I´m not quite VERY well settled yet, still got some furniture to get. I´ve got my miolo working.....(see "101 Miolo recipes").
Found this passage in D.H. Lawrence´s Lady Chatterley:

But he, the keeper, as the day grew, had realized: it´s no good! It´s no good trying to get rid of your own aloneness. You´ve got to stick to it all your life. Only at times, at times, the gap will be filled in. At times! But you have to wait for the times. Accept your own aloneness and stick to it, all your life. And then accept the times when the gap is filled in, when they come. But they´ve got to come. You can´t force them.
With a sudden snap the bleeding desire that had drawn him after her broke. He had broken it, because it must be so. There must be a coming together on both sides. And if she wasn´t coming to him, he wouldn´t track her down. He mustn´t. He must go away, till she came.

s´funny, seems I´m going through a similar experience right now