"I was a hairy gaybear's hug toy...."
....which may have been the quote of the weekend, were it not in competition with other classic lines such as -
"It looked like he had a tribble crawling out of his arse"
and
"Ok, taking the devout Catholic gayboy home may NOT have been a good idea".
Yes folks, you guessed it, I went to visit Chris and Wes. *grin*
I haven't been updating this as often as I should. Partly through laziness and partly through having nothing really noteworthy to say. With my last post, I think I managed to let people know about something truly 'interesting' (see also - scary, upsetting, horrible, shitty) going on in my life. So now I've started with a bang, I may as well continue.
This last weekend was spent down in Wales, at their lovely palatial home. It was a much-needed break from Manchester. I had my first dip in a hot tub (ever), watched twenty-odd newborn lambs doing laps around a field, got chatted up in a gay club by a 'Bear' (for those who don't know that's a large, very hairy gay bloke) who asked me if I wanted to come home with him and his boyfriend, got the line "You're straight? REALLY?" uttered to me about ten times, spent a total of 15 hours on trains, got about three pints of dog drool on me and found out that the baby I'm having is going to be a girl. So, quite eventful, all things considered.
And Chris now has me watching bloody Heroes (which is the SHIT) and Charmed (which is not quite as good but certainly worth of a poo-esque accolade- perhaps 'the poop'?).
I'll also point out that this trip was done at the surprise invitation of Chris, when he found out about the pregnancy thing, and just sent me a pair of train tickets out of the blue, figuring that I needed a break. Coz he's ace. :)
There were a tonne of really memorable moments this weekend (some fit for public view, some most certainly not) which I'll detail in later posts. But now, I'm buggering off home.
Oh, for those who weren't aware, I'm now in the employ of Her Majesty Queen Elizabeth. Yes, that's right folks, the British government gave ME a job. *cackles* Previously, I've been somewhat anti-royal but, in light of the fact that Civil Servants get Lizzie's birthday off every year, I can only say "Long Live the Queen!" with perhaps a "Woo!" thrown in as a suffix for emphasis....
...unless...
*thinks*
How much time would I get off for her FUNERAL? Hmm.... Anyone have a rifle? *grins*
"It looked like he had a tribble crawling out of his arse"
and
"Ok, taking the devout Catholic gayboy home may NOT have been a good idea".
Yes folks, you guessed it, I went to visit Chris and Wes. *grin*
I haven't been updating this as often as I should. Partly through laziness and partly through having nothing really noteworthy to say. With my last post, I think I managed to let people know about something truly 'interesting' (see also - scary, upsetting, horrible, shitty) going on in my life. So now I've started with a bang, I may as well continue.
This last weekend was spent down in Wales, at their lovely palatial home. It was a much-needed break from Manchester. I had my first dip in a hot tub (ever), watched twenty-odd newborn lambs doing laps around a field, got chatted up in a gay club by a 'Bear' (for those who don't know that's a large, very hairy gay bloke) who asked me if I wanted to come home with him and his boyfriend, got the line "You're straight? REALLY?" uttered to me about ten times, spent a total of 15 hours on trains, got about three pints of dog drool on me and found out that the baby I'm having is going to be a girl. So, quite eventful, all things considered.
And Chris now has me watching bloody Heroes (which is the SHIT) and Charmed (which is not quite as good but certainly worth of a poo-esque accolade- perhaps 'the poop'?).
I'll also point out that this trip was done at the surprise invitation of Chris, when he found out about the pregnancy thing, and just sent me a pair of train tickets out of the blue, figuring that I needed a break. Coz he's ace. :)
There were a tonne of really memorable moments this weekend (some fit for public view, some most certainly not) which I'll detail in later posts. But now, I'm buggering off home.
Oh, for those who weren't aware, I'm now in the employ of Her Majesty Queen Elizabeth. Yes, that's right folks, the British government gave ME a job. *cackles* Previously, I've been somewhat anti-royal but, in light of the fact that Civil Servants get Lizzie's birthday off every year, I can only say "Long Live the Queen!" with perhaps a "Woo!" thrown in as a suffix for emphasis....
...unless...
*thinks*
How much time would I get off for her FUNERAL? Hmm.... Anyone have a rifle? *grins*