My OperaBrace Yourself, York, here I come!
Friday, October 3, 2008 2:29:01 PM
I'm on holiday! 
After nine long months of hard work, swearing and teeth-shaving frustration (e.g: my normal working day) I have, at long last, decided to spend a portion of my hard-earned holiday allowance on a week being paid to be somewhere other than work. Tomorrow Debbie and I are travelling down to York in deepest Englandshire for four days for fun, frolics, fornication...and some time spent showing the Yorkies (my name for the indigenous population) the glamour and majesty inherent in the Scottish Kilt at a friend's wedding reception.
Long time readers (i.e those bored at work who've exhausted their list of fun bookmarks) may remember that this was one of my goals during my weight loss at the start of the year - for in January I was a portly 16 stone 2 and rapidly running out of clothes that fit, particularly the Kilt that I'd been fitted for 12 years earlier. I didn't make the June target but my eating habits have changed so much this year thanks to Scottish Slimmers that it was child's play to nip back on the plan and lose a few more pounds. This week I've been trying on the full regalia and am delighted to report that although it's still a bit tight around the midriff I am going to look absolutely fabulous, in that stormy, sexy way that only tall, dark Scots with mysterious dark eyes and swirling, flowing heavily-tailored cotton around their legs can. And yes, I will be a TRUE Scotsman*: wearing a Kilt with anything beneath it is as lacking in manliness as buying a pint of lager and asking the barman for a paper umbrella to pop in the top of it.
And knowing my incredibly kinky girlfriend, I imagine she'll be doing something similar.
Speaking of Debbie, this trip is our first trip away together, and the first time we'll have spent anything more than 24 hours in each other's company. It's kind of a big deal, a litmus test for our future relationship together. Either we're going to have the best time EVER or we'll be doing our best to kill each other by day two, in which case I'll be kind of glad the train tickets we bought for the return journey aren't next to each other (don't ask).
Have I told you I'm in love with this woman? No? Well I am. Deeply. And long may that continue.
Planning the York trip has been a nightmare, but I am sparing you from all that pissing and moaning for the sake of having you come back. Seriously, you do not want to know, suffice to say that at one point I strongly and earnestly believed the entire universe had been created as an elaborate means of torturing me and me alone (But then I am prone to bouts of Solipsism these days...).
When I come back (Tuesday 7th) I'm going to...well, actually I have no idea what I'm going to do. My mother immediately suggested I tear out my shower and fit the half-bath we bought several months back but, no offence, Mum: FUCK THAT. 'Holiday' != 'Fitting a New Bathroom'. I'm going to...relax, in ways that I shall work out when the moment to do so arrives. Run off and visit someplace nice? Visit friends? Lay on my lounge floor for three days watching DVDs and eating the disparate foodstuffs I have left in my cupboards (Egg noodles with Mint Jelly - mmmmmmm!)?
That's the beautiful thing about holidays: Mine to do with as I please.
I'll be sure to take some pics of my experiences to display here. See you in five.
G xx
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*No underwear. Go ahead and picture that if you like, ladies, but for the sake of accidents please make sure you are sitting down.
After nine long months of hard work, swearing and teeth-shaving frustration (e.g: my normal working day) I have, at long last, decided to spend a portion of my hard-earned holiday allowance on a week being paid to be somewhere other than work. Tomorrow Debbie and I are travelling down to York in deepest Englandshire for four days for fun, frolics, fornication...and some time spent showing the Yorkies (my name for the indigenous population) the glamour and majesty inherent in the Scottish Kilt at a friend's wedding reception.
Long time readers (i.e those bored at work who've exhausted their list of fun bookmarks) may remember that this was one of my goals during my weight loss at the start of the year - for in January I was a portly 16 stone 2 and rapidly running out of clothes that fit, particularly the Kilt that I'd been fitted for 12 years earlier. I didn't make the June target but my eating habits have changed so much this year thanks to Scottish Slimmers that it was child's play to nip back on the plan and lose a few more pounds. This week I've been trying on the full regalia and am delighted to report that although it's still a bit tight around the midriff I am going to look absolutely fabulous, in that stormy, sexy way that only tall, dark Scots with mysterious dark eyes and swirling, flowing heavily-tailored cotton around their legs can. And yes, I will be a TRUE Scotsman*: wearing a Kilt with anything beneath it is as lacking in manliness as buying a pint of lager and asking the barman for a paper umbrella to pop in the top of it.
And knowing my incredibly kinky girlfriend, I imagine she'll be doing something similar.
Speaking of Debbie, this trip is our first trip away together, and the first time we'll have spent anything more than 24 hours in each other's company. It's kind of a big deal, a litmus test for our future relationship together. Either we're going to have the best time EVER or we'll be doing our best to kill each other by day two, in which case I'll be kind of glad the train tickets we bought for the return journey aren't next to each other (don't ask).
Have I told you I'm in love with this woman? No? Well I am. Deeply. And long may that continue.
Planning the York trip has been a nightmare, but I am sparing you from all that pissing and moaning for the sake of having you come back. Seriously, you do not want to know, suffice to say that at one point I strongly and earnestly believed the entire universe had been created as an elaborate means of torturing me and me alone (But then I am prone to bouts of Solipsism these days...).
When I come back (Tuesday 7th) I'm going to...well, actually I have no idea what I'm going to do. My mother immediately suggested I tear out my shower and fit the half-bath we bought several months back but, no offence, Mum: FUCK THAT. 'Holiday' != 'Fitting a New Bathroom'. I'm going to...relax, in ways that I shall work out when the moment to do so arrives. Run off and visit someplace nice? Visit friends? Lay on my lounge floor for three days watching DVDs and eating the disparate foodstuffs I have left in my cupboards (Egg noodles with Mint Jelly - mmmmmmm!)?
That's the beautiful thing about holidays: Mine to do with as I please.
I'll be sure to take some pics of my experiences to display here. See you in five.
G xx
- - - - - - -
*No underwear. Go ahead and picture that if you like, ladies, but for the sake of accidents please make sure you are sitting down.
kirsten kirstycat # Friday, October 3, 2008 3:06:58 PM
Good for you, holidays are for relaxing! How long do you have off?
Happy to hear that things are going so well for you and Debbie
GrantTLC # Friday, October 3, 2008 3:09:27 PM
kirsten kirstycat # Friday, October 3, 2008 3:13:03 PM
galadriel # Saturday, October 4, 2008 1:42:50 AM
Either we're going to have the best time EVER or we'll be doing our best to kill each other by day two- If I haven't been killed after spending more than 24 hours with someone, I doubt you'll be killed!
PariahLadyArtane # Friday, October 17, 2008 4:02:38 AM
GrantTLC # Friday, October 17, 2008 11:05:47 AM
PariahLadyArtane # Sunday, October 19, 2008 6:54:06 AM