I don't post blogs as regularly as I'd like to - not at all helped by my computer, during its being taken away for repairs, coming back with all my many hundreds (thousands?) of stored pics having been mistakenly deleted. This has caused me great disappointment, not to say anger, particularly as many of those pics I've lost I'd intended to post here and comment on. But it's been impossible to retrieve them - including not just the many cock and bum shots which I'd accumulated over the years, but also precious scout, army, Indian MiK and many more. But it's no good dwelling on what isn't there any more and I've got to move on.
Just to show I'm still here, and I'm flesh and blood (and I've given deep thought as to whether to show this) here is an extremely short self-taken recent video clip of myself out in the English countryside supping a pint while stopping at a pub while hiking around in my trademark 'uniform' of khaki shirt and shorts. To tell the truth, I wasn't aware that the camera was in video mode and had intended just to take a photo, but at least it shows me in some sort of motion, if only briefly.
It could be that I'm recognised by this brief appearance, most especially likely by some in Luton, north of London, where I regularly went in these clothes, rather like on safari (as I was once told by an Indian young chap there). Though if I was hunting it was for Desi cock. Sometimes I was successful, though not always. (I don't go as often these days) But what the hell. If I'm recognised so what?
I'll try to do another blog before too long if I can find some appropriate illustration of what I want to talk about.
Just to show I'm still here, and I'm flesh and blood (and I've given deep thought as to whether to show this) here is an extremely short self-taken recent video clip of myself out in the English countryside supping a pint while stopping at a pub while hiking around in my trademark 'uniform' of khaki shirt and shorts. To tell the truth, I wasn't aware that the camera was in video mode and had intended just to take a photo, but at least it shows me in some sort of motion, if only briefly.
It could be that I'm recognised by this brief appearance, most especially likely by some in Luton, north of London, where I regularly went in these clothes, rather like on safari (as I was once told by an Indian young chap there). Though if I was hunting it was for Desi cock. Sometimes I was successful, though not always. (I don't go as often these days) But what the hell. If I'm recognised so what?
I'll try to do another blog before too long if I can find some appropriate illustration of what I want to talk about.
