The story so far

What a way to start July. The sun’s out and it’s just so lovely. As I type this, I think I’m still drunk since yesterday. Actually I know I’m still drunk. I can hardly type. I wonder how I’ll manage going through the day. I really do. I’m not hangover; just still pissed. Bear in mind it’s only Tuesday. I have a good excuse though. I haven’t been out for a week. You see, I went to meet Silas for a coffee yesterday and ended up staying out till late – late as in the coffee seemed to last till 4.00am (forget the seemed bit, it actually did). We went to Costa Coffee, The Village Bar, Rupert Street Bar, Freedom, Arbutus Restaurant, Profile Bar, Rupert Street, Profile Bar and finally Shadow Lounge. Thank God the drinks were only £2 otherwise I’d have been crying. I feel so sorry for Silas though; he has to go to a photo shoot and his doing all the make-up for the models. I’m just hiding behind my desk my eyes are the same colour as Sanguinello Oranges and I look like an angry cat at a vets. Everyone’s keeping away from me. They think someone pissed me off this morning or that I was crying before I came in and don’t want to talk about it. All the better for me I say; I’ll manage though – I’m a soldier and the commander of my battalion.

And now for an update on the escorting. About 2 weekends ago, on a lovely sunny Sunday afternoon we all decided to go to Hampstead Heath. We chilled, ate, drank, laughed and generally just messed around. Some of the boys went swimming in the pond. I can’t (although I’d love to) swim so I stayed and watched the bags and all the other stuff we had. Time flew by, we were having fun. Suddenly this guy in the tightest swimming pants came and approached us. He wanted us to sign his petition to have the nudist area in the men’s section enlarged. Gladly we signed the petition – nothing wrong with having more eye candy on full display. The guy acting a bit odd we wondered why. Then it clicked – he was high and off his face on whatever. Again, as often happens, the intros and small chat begun. We asked him what he did and told us he was an escort. He’s 50, skinny as a rake, and he has a turkey neck. He was probably good looking in his younger days but I think the drugs, booze, cigarettes and too much sun/sun beds have taken their toil on him. That said, he earns £150 an hour. He’s been taken all over the world by his clients. They pay for all the expenses of course – flights, accommodation et al.

Silas heard this and his eyes almost popped out. Silas asked the guy all kinds of questions, what he does and what he doesn’t do (sexually) etc. I’m going to have to spare you the details; some of the stuff he does is just too vile to write about but get this he does everything you can ever imagine. All this time most of the other boys around us were listening attentively as this guy spoke about his work. In the end, he and Silas swapped numbers and he told Silas to his house in Brixton so they could talk a little more. Has Silas done it? No, he chicken out. He was hoping I’d go down with him. I simply told him to piss off. I’m not in the list curious about knowing this man and what he does. I’m not saying what he does is wrong; I’m just not interested. Much as Silas is crazy, he’s also a chicken and a small one at that. He’s completely given up on the idea of escorting and is now looking for another scheme. If I had decided to do it, I would have gone back with the man on that very day and got more information/advice. I’m sure Silas will start talking about it when things get rough.

It’s taken me about 4 hours to write this. I’m starting to sober up – Amen!

On another note, I had two lovely weeks in Ireland last month – Hence the lack to entries. I’m afraid still sweetness, delight, sunshine, stars, wonderful flowers, honey and all things beautiful on the love front. I can’t think of any other way to describe it. But, and there’s always a but; the Devil (that bastard) almost tempted me on Sunday. I ran into my ex from around 4 years ago. I almost went back to his. My ex tried to and almost convinced me to go back to his. But I came to my senses and turned him down. I’m quite chuffed with myself really. I wouldn’t have done that 5 years ago.

It’s Gay Pride this Saturday. I’m definitely going to post some pictures for a change. Some members of the battalion have even gone out and bought some outs. I can’t wait. Come on week, hurry up and end.