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The last post

2010-12-23T17:00:00.002Z

Link to the beginning of the story I'm nearly up to date. I said many weeks back that I'd tell something about myself and that it wouldn't be pretty. Clearly I haven't tried to paint myself in a particularly favourable light but I have summed up the significant events of the last 15 years of my life which is what I'd set out to do. When I started writing the posts I needed a bit of focus.

2010, 2nd half

2010-12-10T21:00:00.001Z

Link to the beginning of the story I'd no romantic intentions regards M. In fact we both established that well ahead of the meeting. I was staying at a friend's place and had a couple of drinks that afternoon, got cleaned up and made my way to where we'd agreed to meet and had a few drinks while I waited, she was running slightly late due to being busy at work. We talked for a few hours,

2010, 1st half

2010-12-01T20:00:00.007Z

Link to the beginning of the story So, 2010. Just another year. The same pressures that had dominated my recent past carried over into 2010. The properties that I bought were all rented and covering their mortgage payments...just, but not without incident or episode in each. At the start of January one of them suffered burst pipes due to the big freeze we had which lasted weeks. The ensuing

2009

2010-11-15T17:17:00.007Z

Link to the beginning of the story The prospects for 2009 seemed gloomy. Christmas 2008 had been even worse than previous years thanks to J's inability to factor a father (me) and some communication into the equation. I'd managed to borrow the last amount of equity I could raised on my main residence, whilst it's valuation would still support borrowing, to use to pay the shortfall between

2008

2010-11-06T18:00:00.006Z

Link to the beginning of the story 2008 started with a flurry of snow, rare enough these days in these parts. It was enough to stop easy movement and many people took some extra days off, enjoying the crisp, still silence. On the health front my liver tests in December meant that I started the year avoiding drink, cigs and anything else that might be in danger of harming me. I ate almost

2007

2010-10-28T18:00:00.008+01:00

Link to the beginning of the story Having just changed employers at the end of 2006 I was busy trying to impress the new bosses. They had realistic expectations of me for my first year and I set about earning some brownie points and some bonus money. I'm not someone who has a lot of friends, never was, I let very few "in". I'm very selective about who I become friends with and share things

2006

2010-10-25T18:00:00.006+01:00

Link to the beginning of the story At Christmas 2005 I moved house. I would say J and I and Mini-me moved house but it was just me, at first anyway. I would have a proper office, there were 4 bedrooms, it was a big house. J moved round a month or so later when I had decorated everything. I also had my old house and she had what had been her house. Both would eventually be rented out but for now

2004/2005

2010-10-21T22:00:00.012+01:00

Link to the beginning of the story There were people from the UK and the US mostly setting up blogs on the MSN service and a box on the top of the page suggested other MSN Spaces to you and that was how many blog virgins discovered each other. In between reading blogs I played with the limited settings and scoured the web for coding hacks to make the blog page do something different/look

2003/2004

2010-10-18T21:00:00.004+01:00

Link to the beginning of the story All was well, panic over. J had lost quite a bit of blood and was on a drip but they wheeled her through to hold her baby for the first time. She'd be in hospital for a few days. J being J started to make work related phone calls the next day between visits. It had snowed between Christmas and New Year and I picked them up from hospital on a cold, slippery

2003

2010-10-15T12:00:00.002+01:00

Link to the beginning of the story I went out to buy some test kits. J did her thing and the first one was reasonably clear. We did another one. Definitely pregnant. J was in shock. Thirty eight, never really wanted kids, had an abortion in earlier years when she lived in America. She was worried she'd have to give up work. I was worried that we weren't in a particularly strong relationship,

2002/2003, the crash

2010-10-12T11:00:00.005+01:00

Link to the beginning of the story I arrived at the party with my best friend. J was a particularly attractive girl, everyone thought so. She looked younger than she was, my age, late thirties. I'd been talking to her during the evening, flitting between groups of friends, and my best mate cornered her in the living room. He really fancied her and they flirted a bit but she knew his form well

2002 again, the lost year

2010-10-09T21:00:00.005+01:00

Link to the beginning of the story AOR stayed at her father's for a few weeks until he got better. We saw each other over that time. In case you were wondering I did feel guilty about the fact that she was married, even guiltier when she told me she shared everything with her mother and had told her almost straight-away what was going on. Not guilty enough to stop though. I wasn't very nice to

2002

2010-10-05T16:00:00.005+01:00

Link to the beginning of the story So AM left in late 2001. Christmas came and went, the new year. I'd been working hard, biding my time on the relationship front. I missed AM, missed not having a friend and soul-mate there. Not trying to move on, not trying not to. People kept asking me if I'd heard from her but we'd decided to avoid keeping in touch. It was much harder then anyway. I had a

2001

2010-10-03T14:00:00.006+01:00

Link to the beginning of the story I'd been here and there, travelled to many of the places I had wanted to. AM hadn't. She'd been to Australia once, the normal Mediterranean jaunts and Canada with me. Her best friend was closer to my age and wanted to take a few months out, maybe more, and needed a travel buddy so asked her. She asked if I'd go with her, take a year or best part of it off if I

1997 to 2001, the Red Bull years

2010-09-29T08:00:00.014+01:00

Link to the beginning of the story Before AM had too much time to think about it I made some plans. I told her to bring her passport but pack light. She arrived at my house with a small bag and I had 3 envelopes for her to choose from, each with a destination inside. The one she picked was for a night at an old bar/hotel nearby. We drove to the hotel where we had a meal, drinks in the bar and a

1997

2010-09-25T18:00:00.013+01:00

Link to the beginning of the story S cried. She couldn't do this. She couldn't move. I was devastated. I kept thinking about the summer, all those weeks, her smile, the laughs, the out of this world sex. I couldn't stop myself thinking about her. I kept ringing her or her me. She told me she still loved me but she had feelings for her boyfriend too. Classic head-fuck on the way, you saw that

Summer 1996

2010-09-22T16:00:00.006+01:00

Link to the beginning of the story I said she was stunning. She'd done some modelling for a few years. She was 5' 11", had perfect skin, was intelligent and funny. Everybody noticed her. She must have felt like she was the North Pole. Wherever she was it seemed that everyone else was facing towards her, magnetically attracted. I got my Sunday flight the following week, then a taxi to the

mid 90s

2010-09-19T11:00:00.003+01:00

Link to the beginning of the story I'll start my story here. Mid-nineties I had a career change. Up until then I'd managed retail outlets, managed a lot of people, got reasonably well paid. As a consequence I always had money in my pocket but lived a quiet life for the most part. In the retail world Sunday shopping had just come in and it meant that I was usually working 70 hour weeks. It was

Something about me

2010-09-16T14:05:00.003+01:00

Click here and read this post first. You'll get back to this post from a link there. Today I've been thinking about what I'm going to write. I said I'd maybe tell something about me, and I will. I'm working out where to start, where to finish. What to leave out, what to put in. I don't know how long it will take me. I've a lot of things to sort out over the next few weeks and months which will

Telling time

2010-09-13T23:54:00.001+01:00

Nobody knows me here. At least nobody that knows me in real life. None of them read this. For years I worried that someone, no-one in particular, just someone, would connect here (or previous incarnations) with me. The real me. But nobody knows who I am. Maybe I should tell a bit more... Link to next post

Last week

2010-09-07T11:41:00.002+01:00

Sometimes you want something you didn't realise you wanted. Somewhere in the subconscious a clock was ticking down you weren't even aware of. Then, the first crystallisation of that thought enters your conciousness. You play with it, mull it over. Is this really what you think? You challenge it, look at it from all angles, take a breath, critically assess your logic, if indeed there is any. Might

Android, there's an app for that

2010-08-31T22:10:00.002+01:00

I'm getting all these apps for my Android. I love the way the phone displays texts with people in individual strings of conversations. Practically unlimited memory means you can set no limit for storage for the unlimited texts our plans now come with but what happens if you lose your phone? Well, there's an app for that - SMS Backup+. Actually there are several apps, similarly named. This one's

Let's be careful out there

2010-08-26T17:50:00.006+01:00

A recent report, linked here, said there were about 500,000 new cases of sexual infections treated last year in the UK. I found this figure alarming on a few counts and running a few back-of-a-fag-packet simple sums on it made it even worse. Firstly these were just the new infections. Many others will be out there, discovered and treated in previous years but still capable of passing their

24hr fun

2010-08-17T21:49:00.001+01:00

The good thing about stopping smoking, again, is that you notice the difference immediately. So, exactly 24 hours later I feel light headed, wheezy, sore, tetchy and am coughing like an asthmatic airhorn. Being that I'm thinking really straight I went out and procured a top up to my Niquitin stocks, 10 minutes before I found I still had plenty. This is going to be fun. Again.

Careers

2010-08-16T13:33:00.000+01:00

I suppose if there was a job description for being a car thief it would include attributes such as cunning, ability to think on your feet, good planning skills, etc. On Sunday I was approached by a guy in a car park, my car door being open, him sipping from a can of Bud. He hovered around starting to make idle chit-chat constantly edging closer. His last comment sealed his fate though, "You