The man who can’t be moved

The man who cant be moved

The irony of this moment may not be obvious at first glance. Today feels like the first time in ages that I have spent doing my thing, on my own. Just mellow enjoying the outside. A little interaction. Sun shining and wind blowing through my hair, giving myself a chance to breathe with no worries or fears.Time to think about the future and to consider things and the people that are important to me.I walked along the Thames, the beaches, swept clear by the tide. Sand laid high and flat. An artists dream. An opportunity to express.I spent the time with a stick on the riverbank drawing silly pictures that made me smile. I met up with some people I haven’t seen in ages and realised a sad, a depressing and brutally honest fact. These people I have known for a relatively short period of time have made more of an effort to spend time with me before I leave than those I once considered closest to me. Alas. People and things change.Today I had a chance to laugh at humanity, opportunity and instinct.

Being washed away

Today I drew a picture in the sand. A man holding a picture of a girl. Saying “If you see this girl can you tell her where I am” the words slightly offset spelling out “and one day your heart starts to wonder where on this earth I can be?” – It was the man who can’t be moved. To make me smile the surf slowly erasing my hard work. Eventually the man who can’t be moved. Well, he will be moved. Erased

I looked down at the scene, smiling at the irony, watching people take pictures of my drawing and wondering to myself if really, maybe, for a moment. The man who can’t be moved. Forever frozen in a picture and a memory, surf or no surf, forever.

A Story about A Man, and A Tie

I get the feeling that I have written about this before but here goes again. The strangest moment I think I have ever felt, or at least one of them – Life is mightily strange after all.

Exiting the LLU (London Underground) i.e Tube. Looking up, on the stairs. A man. Wearing a tie.

Nothing odd, fascinating or indeed interesting in that. Men wear ties? Men travel on the Tube. What are the chances of a man, wearing a tie, being on the tube, at the same time as me!!! Shock! Horror!

I look down. Guy, Me, Tie. Again, I look up.

Our eyes meet across the crowded stairwell and suddenly it clicks. We are both wearing the same tie – we exchange hand signals. International sign language to say  “OMG, Snap!” well at least I did, his eyes said something different “OMG, Uno!” but he was on his own, where as I always have a companion in my head to talk to.

I can only imagine the thoughts that went through his head. But at this moment I am reminded of the curiosity of the moment. A once in a life time experience that both excites and confuses you. This is not meant to happen. The only thing that can come close to this moment is for a woman – walking into a party to see her friend wearing the same dress! Its unthinkable. Especially when I don’t normally wear ties. Life really is strange to throw you into these moments.

I really do wonder what he was thinking, its difficult enough to explain my own emotions. If I didn’t have any self control my mouth would be open, tongue swelling out, saliva dripping down my chest like some snail-trail. Ending part way towards my package and looking like a severe case of Premature ejaculation. Luckily this didn’t happen.

I like post’s where I can add “Sex” words as a tag. It’s always a nice chance to get the pervy gits to check out your blog. Boner on the way and then, sudden disappointment as they scroll down looking for naked girls. I don’t have any pictures of naked girls on my blog. But if you want me to get some Ill happily oblige. 😀

One Tie poem (Clearly stolen):

One Tie to rule them all, One Tie to find them,
One Tie to bring them all and in the darkness bind them

Update: @Girlslashwoman

Some people are never happy – everyone wants the full glory, dirty secrets and details. Another sex tag I think “Kinky tie?” – The tie as far as I remember was unfortunately very boring and plain so I’m now going to lie, I mean bend the truth and give you – SUPER TIE.

The tie I was wearing, some of you might of already seen. It’s hard to miss. I never knew the rainbow had more then 7 visible colurs but according to the lable on this tie, it could “bend the rules of physics, light and all that tosh”, honestly. I wouldn’t lie. The tie is actually one of a set – all based in different and colliding dimentions to make you look the sexiest possible where ever you are. Of course ties are clearly sexy! (New Tag) but this one could produce its own pheromones, making women weak at the knees just catching a reflection of it in a puddle. Oddly enough, it was a christmas present….from my mum.