A Weekend

So it's been two years since this blog was reborn. For the 4 years before that I'd only had 30,000 readers. Since then? Current stats show a further 180,000 have dropped by seeking gay people in Folkestone, shags in Ashford, cruising grounds in Detling, Kevin McDaid pictures, Brent Corrigan, Charles Dera, "Faulty Towers" (guys it's FaWlty Towers, get it right!), and "cute guys". Thousands of comments have been posted, links from national newspapers received and even a Blog of the Day section in the London Lite.

Thank you to everyone.

Yesterday we popped to Tescos to get some food for the day (with a quick trip to the Polish car wash to oogle the guys get the car cleaned) but upon returning home we were invited into the garden for a few drinks with our neighbours (who were gardening). Thus the food was forgotten and we hung around in the garden drinking Staropramen and sheltering from the rain. After our neighbours cooked up some Tacos we headed down to the local for a couple of drinks.

The bar was empty when we arrived except for one bar fly sitting at the end. As we arrived he asks "Where's Dennis?" before shouting to Dennis that there were some people at the bar. He then repeated this about 20 times. And I mean repeated it, exactly the same each time. By the time Dennis, the landlord, appeared we were in hysterics. Well I was. he he... you had to be there.

Jim had a dream last night about me sleeping with Brent Corrigan... not a bad one in my opinion...