As is my habit, I've taken a scooby at these blogs and they are all places I will go.

the cloned corpse of marcus tal

I find this blog bizarre, unique and stimulating. I like it. You're old enough to decide for yourself.

evie's corner

The photographs here are powerful, sensual in the true meaning of the word (to me) and provocative. Go, take a look.

Paper Tigers

As a rule, I've never read much poetry, it's just one of those things I've never got to grips with. However, I've got this strange feeling that it's blogs like 'Paper Tigers' that will change that permanently. Funny, caustic, intense and mellow all in one blog. I couldn't really ask for much more.


P.S. As I re-read the post above I realise that there is a distinct possibilty that I may be coming across as some poncy, blog reviewing arsehole who seems to think that casting his eye over a blog makes him some kind of critic.

Hmm...

All I can say is, these are genuinely my thoughts on these blogs. I've not deliberately tried to be extra complementary because, well, what would be the point? Besides they really don't need me to tell you how good they are, look for yourself.

P.P.S. Maybe I need to trust my own convictions more.

Possibilities and Miss Potential

Beep…Babeep…Beppity…Beep

(Ok, so that’s a crap impression of a news ticker – so sue me)

News update from the relationship front.

Everything appears to be cool.

I dropped by Miss Potentials’ work today and there were a number of things that have made me think that scenario 1 (Boys and Girls and Ex's) is lot less likely than scenario 2.

She was pleased to see me. A very good sign.

She was quite happy to interrupt her work to come over and chat while I had coffee and cake. Another very good sign. Mainly because her ex, Mike, works in the store that contains the Starbucks Miss P is in. If there was an issue with Miss P about being seen with me I didn’t get that vibe at all and I can be a pretty hypersensitive if there’s a trust issue involved (I realise it’s a flaw in me, I’m working on it.).

It was basically really good to see her again and it felt good too.

Unfortunately, she was working late and I had to go and check out a new flat so we couldn’t do lunch but I went away satisfied nonetheless.

We had an interesting text exchange about an hour ago which has brought up an issue that I didn’t think would arise until much further down the line i.e. some time after the second/next date at least!

She was concerned about the possibility that she may have gotten pregnant as a result of our first encounter. A pretty straightforward question (she was at her brothers’ house and pretty drunk) I thought and said so. The chance was very slim indeed considering my condition at the time (pissed as a packrat mainly – Blind Dates and Captain America).

I joked that it wouldn’t be such a bad thing to which Miss P asked ‘Do I want to be a daddy?’

Well, this is getting a bit deep and meaningful for text messaging. I didn’t really want to get into the discussion like that so I just said that several people have said I would make a great dad. Which is true, they have, it’s something really nice to hear but also very weird. How do they know?

Miss P replied by telling how much she wanted to feel my lips again.

My reply is none of your business. ;-)

In case you’re wondering, yes I really do want to be a father, I want a child that I can nurture and protect and cherish in all the ways that I feel were missing from my own childhood. It’s something I’ve found myself thinking about more and more these last couple of years. A side effect of hitting 30 I suppose.

Trouble is, I also wonder how the hell I could fit a child in whilst also continuing to follow my dream/ambition/destiny to become a psychotherapist. I mean that could take anything up to 4 years with at least two where I’ll barely be able to earn anything and that’s only if I can find a way of being able to afford it this year.

Choices, choices.