Browsing All Posts published on »March, 2007«

Retro: That Hamilton boy

March 27, 2007

6

As a nubile 18-year-old I was introduced to all manner of wickedness by my boyfriend of the time, Mephistopheles. I choose this name because it was widely confirmed back then that should a person be casting the devil in a movie, my erstwhile boyfriend would present precisely the right appearance for the part. In retrospect […]

Call Log

March 27, 2007

3

In addition to blogging on an hourly basis, Sandmonkey recovered sufficiently from his despondence yesterday to call me frequently to report on the goings on out and about the city victorious, which he blogged about here and here. Other talebearers included a co-worker of mine, a gentleman whose language and morals have taken a serious […]

Referendum Day

March 26, 2007

7

I was going to write something light, something about drinking and fun and meeting new people, but today is too sad a day. I know no one reads this blog to be bummed out, but today new constitutional amendments will pass that will make Egypt into even more of a police state than it already […]

The time-lag blog

March 22, 2007

5

I haven’t celebrated a birthday with my family since my sixteenth, but this year the opportunity arose once again after several years of exile. My extended family assembled to celebrate my and Half English Cousin 2’s (I have a real gift for snazzy nicknames, haven’t I?) 24th birthdays, which are one day apart. I was […]

Would you believe someone sent me this email?

March 21, 2007

7

Hi, It happened that while I was searching the net, I found your homepate and blog, it is nice, I found some comments there about bare ass spanking. I want to know if you are into spanking, are you submissive? I am dominant man and search for a submissive girl that like role palying games […]

In honour of Mother’s Day

March 21, 2007

3

Friend: What money?Me: The money your mom made last night. Yes, I need some girl friends. This is what I have come to, in such a bath of testosterone. No one even commented on it. E, where art thou? You should be slapping my arm in dismay at my uncouthness right now.

A Copt by any other name

March 19, 2007

6

Last night I had a dream wherein someone named St. Clair hit on me. That was his first name. Cairo pollution has finally penetrated through to my subconscious, having made short work of everything else. In fairness to the smog, though, there is a character called St. Clair in one of my favourite books. Bas […]