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Friday morning, eh? That girl came down again last night and being the sexual creature that she is she got in my bed and wiggled out of her knickers and we had quite a lot of sex for quite a lot of the night. So much for this PE book idea! That might have gone out the window: can one really claim to be a sufferer when I was in her for an hour at a stretch? (Yes, I suppose I am bragging) Not that it doesn't take plenty of effort, mind. Oh, to be one of those guys that can just hammer away and actually build to something rather than just keeping it at bay and needing to maintain always control!

In other news - I got back with my old 5-a-side team on Wednesday night and had a game, and despite so many months without football or even exercise I've got to say I pretty well rocked, scored a good goal, got lots of challenges in, and had as much energy as anybody. The boys were pleased to see me back and hoped I could come again. The days in Leeds are sunny and blue-skied and the town centre is as beautiful as any I've ever seen. Friends. And it's cheap. I could very easily stay here; it's one of the few places I can stay in and not be overwhelmed to leave. But the I Ching has spoken - despite difficulties with my new home in Kent (broken boiler meaning that there won't be any heat for at least another 9 days) - and I guess it won't be here that I shape my new life. Unless I just go to Kent for a few weeks and decide it's pants. Which I probably won't.

If I did stay here, though, I don't think I'd want to stay in this house, lovely though it is. There's a Polish girl who watches TV endlessly, and thereby hogs the living room; and a Lithuanian guy who smokes in his room, like a total disrespectful twat. He's friendly and affectionate but also gets drunk and bangs on girls' doors in the early hours - and there it is again, that friendliness, that baseness, walking hand in hand. I'm all refined, me! I'm a posh Victorian philosopher looking down his nose at the plebs unable to make his own tea!

And in other other news my lovely friend/editor/number one fan/groupie Leah told me yesterday that she'd had a real nasty car crash, got banged up something rotten. I checked out the pics and I gotta say I was pretty devastated for quite a few hours, until I let myself realise that she was okay and would recover, despite all her smashed bones and cuts and hospitalisation. Holy shit, life can be a short and fragile thing! Well I really don't know what to say - I guess I was in a bit of a preoccupied stupor, whatever feelings I was feeling not forming themselves into thoughts or words in my mind - but it makes ya think, don't it? Anyway, she's chipper and able to smile, looking on the bright side and for that I'm grateful. I'm not sure I'd have the ability, personally, but you never know.

Today I'm going over to see an old ex fling of mine, maybe stay the night. I wonder if she puts a move on me whether I'll be able to resist? Or, even, if I'll put one of my sly subliminal moves on her (I never go direct)? Two girls in twenty-four hours?! Wow. That would be very un-me like - I've never even come close to anything like that - but might be something to give a go once in my life, if I'm able (mentally and emotionally able). Something to tell the grandkids about, you know.

Cheers!

Rory