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.....among other things, respond to greed and to fear. As do prices of real assets, such as gold. This huge drop in these stock markets worldwide, speak of fear. Many see the possible pandemic as the source. The clairvoyance of money? I'm into cash. All hundred dollars.

Throughout my life, my association with the Church has been very casual. I daresay I must have been christened in one, but I don’t remember anything at all about that. As an adult, it seems difficult to avoid churches altogether; lucky, in deed, is the man who has never been required to attend a christening, wedding or funeral. In my experience, the goings-on in churches can only be described as dreary.

Given what I have said so far, one might reasonably conclude that I don’t very much like churches, but nothing could be further from the truth. I love churches. Not all of them, of course, some are ugly and uninviting, but most are interesting. I very rarely pass a church without giving it a similar degree of attention as many men give to a shapely young female walking along the pavement. Although I like to think my reaction to the view is less unwholesome.

I like older churches that stand in graveyards the best. Particularly if the graveyard is slightly neglected, and the gravestones are all leaning in various directions, at various angles. I can’t say I usually give much thought to what might be beneath the stones, just as I don’t give much to what might be happening inside the church; it’s all about aesthetics, really. I just like the way it all looks.

...Now a protected world heritage site, by treaty, until 2048. Greenpeace courage and persistence did it. No shortage of opposition. Americans had a nuclear reactor there, and blew it up, after decommissioning. Idiots. French commandos bombed an activist boat docked there. Morons. A number of other countries tried their best to keep it open for mining and other development. Imbeciles. The useless and incompetent UN tried shamelessly to get in on the act late in the game. Debiles. But think about it. It is a concerted peaceful action by world nations, in opposition to profit. If this is possible, we should work toward other such treaties. Near earth space? The moon? Our oceans? Young ladies for older men. Geniuses. Why not?

.... Daring daylight roadside attack on a delivery truck. Loaded with important cargo. Rolls of toilet paper stolen in the attack, but soon recovered after 1,000 top detectives right on the case. Driver OK. Is she an immigrant from the socialist workers' paradise of Venezuela? Vote Democrat in November. And then feel the burn. Guess where?

Trying to find someone real that isn't a scammer is challenging enough as is. Try throwing in TANTRA on top of it. Like I've only met 1 American dude that could do this with me over long distances. I don't mind looking outside of my own country, but long distance dating is absolute shit! I mean, if the other person was serious enough to work towards my moving to the UK, the Caribbean, or New Zealand - that'd be one thing.

Like who's on this site that's truly serious about meeting their oversea's partner? I'd be shocked if he's Tantric and over the age of 40

A return to an old theme.

Claude Moonpenny had a collection of rare, erotic gnomes. He had a few conventional gnomes in his front garden, but the erotic ones were at the back of the house, hidden from public view. Claud’s wife, Janet, didn’t approve of the gnomes.

It had taken Claude many years to amass his collection, and it included pieces from all over the world. Janet dreaded to think how much money her husband had spent in pursuit of his hobby over the years, and harboured more than a little resentment at having to put up with a threadbare sofa in her living room, while thousands of pounds worth of obscene ceramic debauchery was on display outside.

Claude was rearranging his Karma Sutra set when he suffered the heart attack and dropped dead amidst a scenario of shameless cavorting. It’s probably how he would have wanted to go, but perhaps without a bearded figurine appearing to penetrate his left ear.

Erotic gnomery is a very specialized area, and Janet had to do a lot of research to find a market for the unsavoury population of her back garden. Her efforts, though, were rewarded handsomely. It turned out that the “Moonpenny Collection” was renowned and much coveted within erotic gnoming circles, and the news that it was on the market caused something of a feeding frenzy.

The gnomes all went to a very wealthy collector from Amsterdam in the end. Janet made enough money from the sale to give up her cleaning job, buy a small cottage in the country and live quite comfortably on the money that was left.

While Janet could not honestly say that she missed Claude, she could say that she did not miss the gnomes. Nevertheless, she kept one as a memento. That gnome usefully serves as a door stop in her cottage now. Janet did have concerns about the effect its appearance might have on any unprepared visitors to the house, but a sharp tap with a toffee hammer and a small pair of trousers soon fixed that.

It went down to 40 Fahrenheit with winds of 25 miles per hour last night and I put the heater on for the first time.
As expected, the place filled with a burned smell as the dust on the heater coils burned away. Defeating the purpose of heat, I had the windows open for a while to allow the fresh air in and the smoke smell out.
Good thing it didn't set off the smoke detector.

Tonight, it's expected to be in the 60's so no plans for the heater... but that decision will be made later! Much later...

its better to be born a bit crazy ..becose when you do go crazy .people wont .notice it so much TERENCE

I broke the screen (glass) on my phone finally! At first I was shocked but that slowly morphed into mild annoyance with this fractured view of cyber space.

I went to breathe some clean Air and talk to god this week.



She says "Hi" btw!

Been wondering what the white pencil I have is good for so I made a black background with marker and made a simple drawing


...and took a pic with negative filter.



Oh right...Ima get a new phone!

I delivered a radiator to an address in Calver, Derbyshire, the other day. The address turned out to be a massive 19th century mill that had been turned into posh flats. When I got there, I phoned the customer and she told me where to wait, so that she could come down and let me in.

Later, when I was back at the warehouse, I was telling someone about the mill, and what an impressive building it was. He said that he had also delivered there some years ago, when he worked for a furniture company. He also told me that the mill was used as the location for the TV series, Colditz, which was broadcast in the 1970’s.

That night, I looked on YouTube and discovered that all the episodes were available, so I started watching episode one. Episode one opens with a load of British prisoners being marched through the countryside by the Germans. Next, we see them arriving at Colditz Castle, where -after being de-loused and what have you- they are assembled in the courtyard, ready to be addressed by the prison Commandant.

By this time, I had recognized the “castle” as the place I had delivered to earlier in the day. When the camera angle changed and the Commandant came out of the door that I had been let into that morning, carrying a radiator, the hairs on the back of my neck stood on end. The thought that only a few hours earlier I had been in the place where all those captured soldiers had been lined up and had the law laid down to them by that arrogant nob head of a German officer filled me with a very eerie feeling.

Then I remembered that I was only watching a TV drama, and all those soldiers were only actors, and the German officer wasn’t even a German. Still, at least I can say that I delivered a radiator to the place where they filmed that very popular TV series, Colditz, in the 1970s.