Wednesday, 27 July 2011
Like a virgin.
It's an awful admission but last night at the ripe old age of 57, i am no longer a virgin. I lost my Petrel "cherry" in the hide at St. Marys' Lighthouse ( i couldn't find a bike shed) and there were voyeurs present. Strange men with optical aids were making odd noises, salivating and doing Chris Packham thigh rubbing. Worryingly, i felt quite at home amongst them.
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More worringly I was sitting next to you
ReplyDeleteJohn
Was it good for you also ?
ReplyDeleteHmmmmmmm..... I'm beginning to worry about you two. ;)
ReplyDeleteI don't blame you.
ReplyDelete...... and one more thing Mr Kinson - you're always going on about age; I thought you must be at least 80.... and I now find that you're the same age as me! :O)
ReplyDeleteI was a wild child of the 70's so i thought that you had to be at least 10 years older and i'm too much of a gentleman to ask.
ReplyDeleteI must have unleashed my wildness much earlier than you. :O)
ReplyDeleteCouldn't keep it in, eh?
ReplyDeleteI must have been a slow starter.......made up for it though.