Shish

I almost forgot to report this. Last Tuesday I went out for a pre-Christmas meal with a bunch of men I hardly know. Let me explain.

Every Sunday night  I go up to "The Hammer and Pincers" to participate in their weekly quiz. I join with my regular quizmates - Mick and Mike and Danny. Whenever we are up there there's another regular team - also all men and in the same age bracket as us. There are usually six to eight of them They are our main competitors.

Back in October, the leader of their team kindly asked if we would like to join them in December for a meal. We all said yes but then each of my three mates dropped out. Danny moved thirty miles away to Buxton, Mike developed a serious muscle condition called  myasthenia gravis and Mick simply didn't like the idea of going to a Turkish restaurant where of course they serve "foreign food".

And so it came to pass that I was our sole representative at the "Mavi Rüya" Turkish restaurant on Abbeydale Road. We had beers in "The Broadfield" before heading to the venue which opened earlier this year.

I ordered barbecued  lamb shish which included sides -  Turkish salad, rice and toasted flatbread. It was very good but pricier than similar Turkish restaurants I have visited in North London in recent years.

After the meal, we went back to "The Broadfield" for more pints of beer before calling a pair of taxis to bring us back to our neighborhoods a couple of miles away.

Potentially this could have all been rather uncomfortable for me but the other fellows were  very nice. There was no oneupmanship or snide remarks. It was just a bunch of  gentlemen getting on pleasantly together  and feeling easy in each other's company. I didn't suffer any kind of grilling (like a kebab skewer!)  and came home happy that I had not dropped out.



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Sex at Bwthyn Y Llan



 Bwthyn y Llan has never been a hot bed of sin to be sure.
Ok, I’ve had my moments, this is true, but Don Juan is not a nickname the neighbours have or will ever give me.
I’ve booked Roger in for his castration in January and after a couple of years of barren wilderness 
Dorothy is now suddenly  in full season. 
Subsequently Roger has become a panting, blob of hairy jelly and Dorothy has suddenly morphed into Rita Hayworth in Gilda.
The air is electric , and filled with eager panting and lots of come hither looks. 
It’s like a soft pot video with 12 nipples and fur.
I met my sister in law for lunch today at Bryn Williams and took Roger with me . He sulked like a teen and only perked up when walking back to the cottage to see Dorothy flashing her toilet parts at him through the cat flap with a lascivious look on her face




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Monday

 How was your weekend my friends. Sending my love out to you all. The holidays can be rough, but I’m here. Love you friends. 



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