What is with this life?

I dunno what's up with me today! I didn't go to work this morning, told the wife I had a bad back. Its not that I don't like work, I do....But you know how it is just sometimes when fuck it is the only course of action you want to take. Today was one of those days.
Why do men (myself included) find it so hard to talk about what goes on in their hearts? Ask me a question about bikes or music and we would talk for hours......Ask me how I feel and you will have the answer in as few words as is possible.
Why is it that all the clothes shops seem to think that the only colour men want trousers in is black, grey or some denim dyed derivative. My life in the future seems to be going back to the black and white of my past, a sepia toned existence awaits us all!
Sexy underwear......what pray tell me is sexy about the Elephant G string for men?? I can see it now, walking out of the bathroom after putting the thing on. The look in my wifes eye's would not be one of wanton lust and desire, but one of hysterical laughter and tearful accompanyment. Women have entire shops dedicated to underwear, Victoria's secret available worldwide who make some beautiful things for women.
Mental Image No1.......
She....black camisole with hand made lace details finished with purple silk ties, matching hand made panties.
He....Quick squirt of Lynx and his best sexy undies....Grey Elephant g string.

I have just got my N95 (joy) so before long I will be posting some video's. One thing I must say about the phone is, on one hand it looks quite big but on the other it looks quite small, thats the thing about having one hand bigger than the other and don't the battery last a long time?

Anyone got any tips or tricks they want to share? I can do an amazing trick with a penny whistle and a lesbian but that really is one for video!

Bit of a sad day today for our family, its the anniversary of my grandfathers death in Auchwitz. He fell off the guard tower, landed head first. All family's have tragedy though so we do find a little comfort there. Grandma used to tell us terrible stories of his time there, sometimes he didn't have a shower for weeks!

A friend of mine has invited me over to spend sometime with her in Paris! Don't get me wrong, it's not that I don't like the place, it's just one of those place with bad memories for me. I will never forget last time i was there 31 August 1997, landed late at C.D.G airport, went to the car hire all they had left was a poxy little white Fiat Uno. As we were over 4 hours late at this point, I was, I admit getting my toe down abit, just as we entered the road tunnel some guy in a Mercedes starts racing me, then he tries to run me off the road, must admit did give him a little tap and straight away he did back off very quickly, never saw him again. Next morning we learn that Princess Diana died in that very same tunnel Pont de l'Alma. Could only have happened seconds after I drove through, infact I am suprised we didn't see them, we both were! That kinda put me off the place, that and the smell.................