RUDE POLITICAL COMMENT

 

                                                  MT Green

                                                 L BOBERT

                           TWO DUMB REPUBLICAN CUNTS

Emblematic of the whole tribe!!

STUPIDITY

 

It is beyond stupid that Brady would be willing to give up his marriage and family to PLAY FOOTBALL POORLY!!!! (Less than .500 currently) 

LOVE & LOSS

 

           What we have loved best is often what we have lost.

 

THINGS I MISS

 

    

Watching cartoons on TV on Saturday in one’s’ Panama”s.

 Listening to the baseball on the radio thru an open window in the summer whilst playing in the yard.

 Family picnics for the Fourth of July.

 Listening to the big standup radio on Sunday whilst lying  on the living-room floor and reading the Sunday comics.

 Reading in a warm chair on a rainy day.

 Snowball fights in winter.

 Sledding down hill in the park.

 Going to the drug store for an ice-cream soda at the marble counter.

 Wooden phone booths with pay phones.

 Playing hopscotch on the sidewalk in front of the house.

 My yellow stuffed dog Floppy

THE QUEEN

 

IN PIAM MEMORIAM

No matter what one thinks of the monarchy in the 21st Century one is saddened and struck by the passing of an era and history we shall not see again to say nothing of the loss of a mother and wife. We are all diminished by this event and sadness in someway

APHORISM

 

               LIFE IS LIKE THE TIDE

                 IT RISES AND IT FALLS

Things I Care For

 

Books – Of all kinds – Biography, Letters, Stories, Novels, Plays, Poetry, History, Rare books…

Reading

Writing

Friends

Cats

A good Claret

A succulent piece of roast pork

An attractive ass

A walk by the sea

Cognac

A quiet room

Silence

Caius College

Opera

Some early music

Jazz – classic

Libraries

A warm jacket

Sailing

Walking

Cricket

YET MORE

 

YET MORE EVIDENCE OF TRUMP BRAIN IN RECENT RANTS ABOUT DOJ                                            PERSECUTING TRUMP!

MCCARTHY SEEMS TO BE AT STAGE 4

NEW NEUROLOGICAL CONDITION

 

Recently discover neurological condition with high prevalence and incidence

WHEN THE BRAIN IS DISCONNECTED FROM REALITY

THIS HAS BEEN TERMED

"REPUBLICAN TRUMP BRAIN "

Biggotry

 

Today is the day religious bigots have prevailed against reason and freedom

WISDOM?

 

WHAT IS TRUTH WHAT IS REALITY

WHO KNOWS WHO CARES 

TED & JUDY - GONVILLE & CAIUS 1977

CAMBRIDGE LOVE STORY PART II

 

PART II

 “Why?” asked Shawn. 

 

“I want to clean up Shawn and I have an essay to write for an early supervision tomorrow.”

 

“Is that really why Peter? Or is this another attack of you silly conscious for doing what we did?”

 

“No Shawn – but you know how I feel about it.  I am not comfortable – I like you in fact I guess I love you but perhaps not like that. I look up to you and always want to please you – you know that. But I think we need to change this.”

 

“Oh Peter is it because you saw that silly bitch and are lusting after her ass?”

 

“No and you know it isn’t. We have argued about this so many times Shawn.  I want our relationship – I want your close friendship but I don’t want to be sexual with you now.”

 

“I want you. I love you -.will never stop - will never stop wanting to be sexual with you. I will want to be with you just not today. Oh god Peter - perhaps you’re right maybe I have asked too much – been hurtful in a way, I'm sorry.” We can still be close – but I will always want you this way Peter – that I can’t change.”

 

“OK we will talk but I do need to go and get out of these pants they are way damp! You do have a lot of cum it seems.”

 

“Well a good half of it is yours! – OK go clean-up do your essay and then meet me in the late night bar about 10.”

 

“I’ll see you there around 10 – but remember I am skint you will have to buy again.”

 

 

II

 

Peter made his way into Gonville Court walking through the passageway between the door of the master’s lodge and the chapel.  As he passed the door of the lodge he chuckled to himself recalling the time he and Shawn had put a mouse they caught into the letter slot in the door.  He reached his staircase on the far side if the court above the Junior Parlour. He saw that he was the only one in on the staircase. He quickly bounded up the stairs to his set on the first floor. Once in he stripped off. It felt good to get out of his clammy underpants. He put on a pair of sweet pants, grabbed his kit bag and headed for the showers. He felt the need to wash off the encounter with Shawn.

 

Peter was back in his room within the half hour.  It was already getting dark and he felt a slight chill after his shower so he lit the gas fire and the lamp on his table. He spotted his essay in progress and on top of it two letters which someone had delivered. He had not stopped by the JCR to check his post. The letters must have been left by Charles, who was number 4 seat in his boat and lived in the set above him.  He noticed without picking it up that one letter was from his father in Boston. The second envelope had been sent through the University messenger service as it was not postmarked. He did not recognize the handwriting on the envelop but noticed it was rather juvenile.

 

He decided he needed tea before tackling his father’s letter. A quick search of the cupboard revealed that he had just about enough keemun for a pot. He thought to himself – “clearly a trip to the tea and coffee shop on King St. was in order. I could go after rowing practice.”

 

Once settled with his tea he opened his father’s letter. He noted with some surprise that it was brief unlike his father’s typical epistles. It was very brief indeed – giving him marching orders to take someone in to tea. Apparently his father had met someone at a conference who had a daughter who was up at Cambridge also and in his typical fashion offered Peter’s escort services! “So bloody annoying..” he muttered to himself. This creature he was supposed to invite to tea was in her second year reading English at Newnham. She was likely a total dud – a real looser if his experience of overly intellectual Newnham girls was any guide to go by.

 

When he turned over the note he saw with not a little shock that the girl’s name was Claire!

 

He thought to himself “no it couldn’t be her!”

 

He quickly reached for the other envelope that Charles had left on his table and ripped it open. “Shit!” he exclaimed out loud as he read the name - Claire Strachey.

 

“Christ!” he uttered out load.  He thought – “is it her? The one I saw at the pub? The one Shawn told me about -  Now what? “He read her short note which repeated the information about his and her father and asked where and when thy might meet.

He mulled over his feelings about her note for a time and sorted out nothing so he decided it was getting late and he needed to finish the essay for the morning supervision before meeting Shawn at the late night bar.  Hauling himself off the sofa he went to the gyp room to heat some water to add to the pot of tea he had made earlier before settling down to his essay.

He sat at the table turned on the light and took out his pen and set to work. Two hours later he lifted his head, stretched and stood up. He looked down at the pages on the table and was pleased with what he had written.  All that remained was to write out a fair copy for his supervisor.  He decided to do this before quitting for the day.  He went to his cupboard and pulled out some manuscript paper he had bought at Heffer’s Stationary shop off the market earlier in the week. An hour saw him finished and satisfied.  His thoughts now turned to Claire, Shawn and the late night bar. He thought to himself – “I suppose I will have to or should tell Shawn about the Claire development.” He shuddered to think what Shawn would say. “Oh well – he thought – nothing for it.”

He went to his bedroom to change. He pulled out a pair of his new skinny “7 for all mankind” jeans he had bought in London before term began – pulled on a new pair of clean pants and put on the jeans with a shirt and jumper.  He gave a quick look at himself in the mirror and pronounced himself satisfied. Even that ass Alistair would find him attractive especially his ass in these jeans.

 

                                                            *********
Taking his empty wallet off the table he headed out to the court and to the late night bar. 

 

DE SENECTUTE

 

ON AGE

APHORISMS

Only in death are we perfected

Old age robs us of many things and finally of life itself 

Death is our future

Old age will teach you the true value of things whether you desire to know or not

NOVELLA - A FRAGMENT

 

Leandor and Claire – A Cambridge Love Story

 Relics of Love

A Fantasy

 

 

 I

 Shawn asked him to meet him at the Spade and Becket near the lock on Jesus Green. He would have preferred the Pickerel Arms near Magdalene. But no that was Shawn for you - always taking the odd choice. But he long ago decided after he first met Shawn that what Shawn wanted he usually got. He pushed open the door of the pub - it was full of the usual post Hall crowed - mostly from Jesus and Johns. He did not see Shawn at first and checked his watch to be sure he had the right time. As he looked up from his watch his eye caught her standing in a small group at the far right of the bar

 ‎​Unusually, his gaze lingered on her. It was her face. It was her face and eyes that caught his attention.  As she spoke it was animated in a compelling open friendly way - her eyes seemed particularly lively and open.

 ‎​Shawn came up behind him and slapped his back. He jumped out of his reverey and turned to face Shawn.  "What were you staring at" Shawn asked him. "Oh nothing" he responded a bit embarrassed.

 "Was it her?" Shawn asked as he motioned with his head towards the knot of three at the bar. "Um ah ya well maybe" he stuttered. Shawn laughed.

 ‎​"Stay away my little boy, she will eat you alive."

 "Do you know her?" Leandor asked quietly.

 ‎​Ya, some - he paused- she was with that Euro kid Elisandro who was at the summer Language School last term.

 ‎​"She is a second year at Newnham"

 ‎​"You know how these Euro trash blow in here for the language schools in summer term - turn on the charm and try and fuck all the pretty English girls or boys."

 He thought for a moment and continued - "Stay away - not your garden to play in. I hear she is a bit of an ice princess - demanding. Out of your league Leandor

  ‎​"No no was not thinking that way. Was just fascinated by her face - as I am with yours Shawn. He chuckled to himself"

 Shawn cuffed him on the head.

 ‎​"Are you going to buy me a pint? All I have is a onecer and no ciggys. - I am officially skint."

 ‎​"Ok ok I'll take care of you little brother. What do you fancy?"

  "A pint of bitter pls" – Leandor answered in his soft small voice. He was a bit in awe of Shawn and around him he always felt smaller and more vulnerable.

 ‎​Shawn went to the bar and Leandor followed. As he trailed after Shawn his eye wandered once more to her. He thought "I never asked Shawn her name." "I wonder how he knew her?"

 Shawn walked back to Leandor and handed him his pint. "So how did the boat go today?" Shawn asked. Leandor was number 7 seat in the 2nd Caius Boat. Shawn was stroke in the Caius 1st Boat. "Well enough we did a long lock to lock steady state. Boat sat well and seemed to move ok. That kid Leandor Black is distracting to row behind - I keep thinking what it would be like to be with him."

 "Ha keep your mind on your rowing you ass. I'm the only one you should be thinking of being with!" Shawn chided him.

 ‎​"Ok ok just idle speculation" Leandor responded.  "Um how do you know that girl who you said was with that kid Elisandro?" Leandor asked quietly.

 "What did you say?" Asked Shawn above the din in the pub.

 "Oh nothing - just mumbling." Said Leandor embarrassed that he had even asked.

 ‎​They talked in a desultory fashion of the prospects for the Lent bumps and drank their beer quietly.  When he was finished Shawn asked "Want another or do you want to go back to my rooms - I have some brandy."

 ‎​"Oh sure - I never much warmed to this place - too many Jesus chaps!" "Why did you choose it?"

  "Well it was close to the boathouse and I'd been working out there."

 "Oh ok. Are you ready?"

  "Ya let's go." As they left Leandor cast a backward glance at the girl whose face caught his attention. As they left he asked Shawn "so what is that girl’s name?" Shawn laughed - "she is Claire Strachey - but I told you she would eat you - so stay away. Besides you ready to throw me over??"

 "Very funny Shawn - sure why not! You accuse me every other day of I am throwing you over."

 "Ha just because you wanted to read law - stop talking like a barrister."

 They crossed the Green and made their way up Queens Parade and eventually to Trinity St. Soon they came to Caius and entered Tree court.  Shawn had rooms in Caius Ct. so they made their way through the Gate of Virtue into Caius Court.

 As they walked Leandor couldn't loose the image of the girl in the pub. Her face was haunting him. He was pensive as they reached Shawn's staircase.  They mounted the stairs as Shawn had rooms on the first floor landing across from Titus Prynnes, English Don and mad poet from what Leandor could tell.

 The outer door to Mr Prynnes’ room was shut so they would be alone on the landing.  Entering Shawn’s room he saw the usual clutter and wondered yet again how he could live in such disorder. Books, papers, notebooks lay scattered over the entire surface of the large table in front of the windows on the right as you entered the room which overlooked the Master's garden.  A welter of clothes lay strewn over the sofa in front of the fire. A squash racquet occupied the club chair to the right of the fire along with shorts, shirts, socks and underpants. It was clear that Shawn had not been entertaining recently.

 "Shawn you are a true pig!" He exclaimed.

 "Oh shut it Leandor - none of your obsessive compulsive neatness pls."

 He went to the cabinet at the far end of the room and found the Martel and two glasses. Pouring two substantial drinks he handed Leandor one and went to the sofa brushing off the littler of clothes and patted the seat next to him for Leandor to sit. Leandor moved slowly to the seat and sank down his legs extend toward the unlit fire. Shawn took a pull at his brandy and got up to light the fire.  It was not yet cold but the gas fire spread a warming light across the otherwise dim room. Shawn settled back down with his brandy and looked to Leandor. Leandor felt his penetrating gaze on him and blushed.

 "Aw you are so cute" Shawn said softly. 

 Leandor put his head down and concentrated on drinking his brandy.

 Shawn reached over and tussled his chestnut hair.

 "Stop please! You know where that will lead to and I'm not sure we should get involved." Leandor was pensive and his words came slowly and again the face of the girl appeared before him.

 "Oh stop Leandor. You always want this as much as I. No one has ever forced you.". He reached over and stroked Leandor's face. Leandor turned towards him and smiled.

 "That's my little brother!" Shawn almost whispered.

 He finished his brandy and slid closer to Leandor on the sofa.  Leandor put his brandy down. Shawn embraced him pushing him back against the arm of the sofa. He rubbed his face on his and in his hair. Leandor could feel his deep breathing and he seemed to inhale his smell.  Shawn undid Leandor's shirt and belt loosening his clothes. He rose up for a moment pulling his own shirt off and opening his pants. He then lay on Leandor - running his body and sex against Leandor's.  Their cotton covered sex rubbed hard against each other in a rhythm as if that of the boat on the river - thrusting forward and pulling back - relentlessly in a steady state. Leandor could feel his wetness grow.  He was lost now - he felt Shawn's hardness against his own.

 "Oh Shawn he gasped as he shuddered and his seed flooded over and he went rigid! Only moments later Shawn made his own contribution to this act of surrender. They lay together in the warmth and dampness.

 They were still for a long while. Then the damp began to feel cold and clammy.  Leandor stirred and said softly in Shawn’s ear “I should go”

 

APHORISMS

Even when doing nothing the mind is never fully at rest

In our imagination we can live as we would wish

Age teaches us to accept our limitations

Only in death are we perfected

When you write in your journal you speak only to yourself

When you blog you speak to the world

Cold tea provides cold comfort

Death is our future

Words and phrases for Urination

 

TO URINATE

Synonyms

To Pee

To Piss

To Take a walk in the Garden

To Have a slash

To Pee Pee

To we we

To have a Wee Wetty

To Make Water

To Relive Oneself

To do number one

STUDIOUS CHAT

 

                                         THE BOOK LOVER AT REST

APHORISM

 

IT IS THE QUALITY NOT QUANTITY THAT MATTERS IN COPULATION

"THE SEA THE SEA"

 

                                         SEA STONES & DRIFTWOOD

REGRETS

 

We all die with regrets even the most successful of us.

               WE are not perfect but perfectible

REGRET

 

“Droll thing life is -- that mysterious arrangement of merciless logic for a futile purpose. The most you can hope from it is some knowledge of yourself -- that comes too late -- a crop of inextinguishable regrets.”

Joseph Conrad - Heart of Darkness

For Jenna & Sarah

 

Birthday of but a single pang

That there are less to come —

Afflictive is the Adjective

But affluent the doom —

                                          ED 

THOUGHTS BY THE SEA

 

“Lost to a world in which I crave no part, I sit alone and commune with my heart. Pleased with my little corner of the earth, glad that I came, not sorry to depart.”

D.H. Lawrence