Gong Bath

This yoga lark is obviously turning me into a bit of a hippie. Well I do have shoulder length hair so I guess I'm part way there. My yoga teacher invited me along to a Gong Bath this evening and I went along to see what it's all about. Now, right off the bat, I …

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Memories from the Museum.

Today I find myself being reminded of a very happy memory. A first time in fact. I'm still in the post-Eroticon blues period today, but anticipating this, I'd booked the two days after as time off to recover. My significant other had an appointment in Central London today, and she asked me to take the tube journey in with her as we'd not seen much of each other for a few days. This left me with a few hours to kill. What's a bored boy to do? I could get right back on the tube and spend a few hours at my keyboard... or I could spend it as a tourist. I'm a Londoner (I live about as far out as possible but still in a London borough. That counts right?) As a Londoner, I rarely take the time to look around, really look around at the glorious architecture around me. Or visit any of the wonderful, free museums on offer.


I've been interested in the art of Shibari for a while now and when I saw that DJ Fet was holding rope lessons at Eroticon 2017, l lept at the opportunity to attend. Like many people, the first time I had been exposed to anything rope related outside the garden shed was when "that book that shalt not be named" came out. A little Googling and I stumbled across the Two Knotty Boys website then on to Midori's.   From that moment on, my interest in the artistry of rope was well and truly piqued.

Lucky Escape?

Maybe I'm being over dramatic? Several weeks ago, my parents had a house fire. The freezer in the garage developed a fault and caught fire, which in turn set the fridge and all the cabling alight as well. This could have been a fatal fire as it happened just after 11pm and my parents had …

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Humiliation, Agony and Rolling Stones – Part 1.

  Anyone who's ever passed a kidney stone knows when another is coming. There's a familiar, unmistakable feeling that accompanies each one. A dull ache in the lower back, a pain that just won't quit in your testicles (for men anyway). Only someone who's experienced a kidney stone can truly appreciate the pain they can …

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