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Hi Campers,

Well here we are and it’s well into boot wearing season and of course inherent in that is kinky, all female boots are to some degree. Little tip ladies, and I’d suggest wearing no tights, or black tights, or better still brown/black legs and no tights, short skirts go without saying.

Off to see Amsterdam this evening, some would say the best rock band about at the moment, other more discerning rockers would of course counter with Tool/Perfect Circle. Anyway http://www.amsterdam-music.com/ is my duty.

In the news K Clarke, he’s ‘the beast that can win the tories power’. Better increase the atenolol to 100 if you want him to survive to the next election. ‘Finger up bum’ ad is OK to show before 9 as long as ‘squishy’ noises are removed. Look the squishy things that go through my mind on the tube before 7 in the morning would not even get Ricky’s support. George Best is feeling better, lock up your fame hungry daughters. 12 year olds caught up in ‘epidemic of illiteracy’, is this news then? I say make sure they can count to 10, pat them on the head before patting the teachers on the back for improved GCSE pass rates.

Beautiful black girl with IPOD, is she listening to K West and dreaming of his and her offspring dancing like half-wits showing all 10 digits. He’s intellectually challenged darling and not worthy of contributing to the gene pool. She’s off at Rayners Lane to stand and wait for the Piccadilly line with what appear to be more attractive people than on the met today.

‘Voices told knifeman to attack the English’. I listen to Mr Rollins most days and I have never had the urge myself. Maybe he’s been listening to Henry ‘Bakri’ Rollins?

There were two young Indian girls sitting opposite me from Rayners Lane to Baker St, they were so pretty and fresh faced and must have been up before they went to bed to get that effect with the makeup and hair. They were chatting and joking happily whilst I occasionally watched, and listened to Tool. Just pure beauty, and no perv desired.

Approaching Baker Street and I get up and without thinking wiggle in time to Die Laughing (Therapy?) whilst hitching up trousers and straightening shirt. Old lady across the way looks at me as if “I’ve gone insane and can’t remember my own name”. Out of Baker and ugly girl behind me has loud clip clop shoes, out of time with the beat and my head banging to Teethgrinder, she’s getting on my nerves. I stop to make a note “Who’s that trip-trapping over my music”.

Marylebone Road is a race to get across before the opposite side changes from green man. Reminds me of men racing at traffic lights to get one ahead, boys always try to race me but I don’t play too often. I don’t think men ever grow up not even 4x4 cardy-man. Weekend; I was driving down the Uxbridge Road towards Uxbridge and I pulled up at lights on the inside of a huge Tonka toy, he was itching to go and demonstrate the prowess of his 4L with added testosterone. I’m not racing but I don’t hang about, up to 50 (40 limit) and steady he fly’s past me a second or so later. Gets round of applause from CD, he thinks that will show the loser in his red thing wossname and I really need another Labrador.

Avoided the Marylebone subway as recently there have been quite a few homeless down there and it does smell badly of piss. One was awake and two sleeping the other day, avec cardboard boxes. What was the difference between the path I trod to get to telling idiot stories on the internet and living well and these guys? I think luck played a huge part, maybe they had choices but maybe no real choices. What makes us what we are and who says they are not as happy as I. Grace of God?, well thank you sir.

Kinky’s everywhere down Oxford Street, all shapes and sizes, and windows full of them. Girl is waiting outside Selfridges with half calf kinky’s, just hangin’ around. “Big girl in the red dress, she's just trying to impress us, and she's got the barley fever, but she doesn't make a sound”. Jimmy Choos have some quality ones but I think a smooth ‘shoulder’ bit on the back of the calves would be practical.

Thank you all for the kind comments or just forum chats, it’s been real fun. Especially Exy, John D, Julie H, Ross, Spirituel, Poet, Patroclus, Jon, Zain, JJ, Artemesi, Hezzie, Nat Mystic and Giggles.

More News : 14 year old boy lived home alone for a week whilst his Father was taken into Hospital. Social services nor his Mother were aware until the school alerted. I wonder if that boy will be able to write shite on the internet innocently ripping the piss, or be more concerned about his next cardboard box?

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