Been around the world....

So I've not had time to blog for a bit. Been travelling. Hong Kong, Chicago, and home via New York.

I love New York City. It was a love affair from the moment I first set foot there, some, well, some years ago. My first trip there didn't end so well, but that's another story, and not one I'm going to go into here.

There's something about being in New York. I've only ever been for short stays, which adds to the magic because you're a bit jetlagged, so it feels like your soul's moved to the right of your body just a step. Not that I believe in that soul shit, but it's the best way I can think to describe it. It's like your brain is set to echo mode. Things take just that little bit longer to happen, or to be processed as happening. Sounds vibrate. Music seems louder and yet further away because your ears haven't recovered from the flight.

Most of all, being in New York is like being in a theme park. It's a city that feels like a reproduction of itself. You've seen the streets and buildings that you pass a million times before, on TV, in the movies. The brown stones with the metal fire escapes cascading down them, they look like they belong in a film studio. The walk and don't walk signs. The trucks with big noses. The steaming grates on the 'sidewalk'.

I love it I love it I love it. I'm gonna move here. I like American men too - the accent just does something for me. But don't tell Jase that ;)

Margaret Thatcher versus the Blow Job

I have a little game for ya. I call it Margaret Thatcher versus the Blow Job.

First, get your friends talking about Mrs Thatcher. The most effective way to do this is to get them in a room, make sure there's at least one loony lefty there, and suggest that old milk snatcher might have done some things good for the country. It never fails. Soon you'll find debate, insults and four letter words (sometimes beer) fly round the table.

Next, say something like 'Fuck this for a game of soldiers. Why we talking about Mrs Thatcher when we could be talking about something more interesting?' Suggest to your friends they start talking about blow jobs instead. Note how they all laugh, and giggle, and start talking about blow jobs.

But then, before you can even believe it, notice how the conversation flows right back to Mrs T.

Mention blow jobs again.

Watch how you end up back on Mrs T.

Do this until you get bored and note the count. That's your score.

My highest was 22. What a night! Lol.