It's a strange mind that thinks refusing to use the services of prostitutes is 'priggish behaviour.'

"rockinron do you ever come across a guy called Lam Morrison he plays around
pattaya.I recommended some friends to go to his gig he but i forgot where he,s at.
any ideas TIA."
No sorry deepblue ...havn't been to Thailand for a few years now after an unholy bu ggering by HMRC !
Like the Kinks song "The Taxmans taken all my dough" ,,

Rock is correct, we are only telling you what in our filthy minds is the tame stuff - Just like a lady, a man too is allowed secrets.

Explaining may cause distress to many on here, I am not 100% beast, just 99%.

Anyway the betfair naughty word police would edit so much of my eloquently descriptive prose that it would lose meaning, it just wouldn't be able to convey the true meaning of what had taken place, not always behind closed doors may I add. I do think the little devils leave the doors open on purpose so one may voyeur or indeed join if one so wishes to do so.

I am a freak of nature you see, unlike many whose brains contain hundreds of separate storage compartments for memories,  I only have two, not even one on the left and the right, just one on top of the other, with 25% of each half protruding from each ear. I only have two veins in my entire body, one feeding my brain and another supplying copious amounts of blood to my d*ck (there you see, my d*ck is not in my brain, but it is connected to it telepathically).

So I only have two memory boxes to work with, but still they are of a reasonable size, there is space to store a lot of things I need to remember. The problem is it’s just not practical to waste this storage space on sentimental tosh like memories of good deeds, birthdays, anniversaries, peoples names, doctors’ appointments, dentist visits, bills to pay, charity work, community work, affection and compassion.

It would be a complete waste space, as I do not partake in any sentimental tosh I don’t need any storage space set aside for it. I keep 25KB set aside for remembering people who pi*s me off, it’s never many because I don't give a fook, I rarely get annoyed, so don't use the space.

So that leaves me with approx 5,000 GB of space for debauchery. So I use my compartments to store what is most nearest and dearest to me, s3x. The top half is all the things I still want to do and the bottom half is what I have already done, I do believe the bottom half is getting bigger as each hour passes, take today for example, the Swedish au pair next door and the smelly fat bird in no. 58 have both helped me to add another 50MB of memories.

My constant flashbacks to all those sordid events are a bodily defence mechanism (nights, days and mornings often just rolled into one -it was impossible to know what time of day it was, akin to the euphoria experienced by 'whirling dervish' in a state of ecstasy)

What is happening is my bodies internal defence mechanism is protecting me, it is testing for Alzheimer’s.

The bottom part of my brain finds my stored dirty sordid memories, it then takes these memories and cleverly converts them into a film show of past events. I run and view this film using the reserve 25KB of memory space. So after I reviewed past events, the top half of my brain monitors and senses if I immediately proceed to go and whack one out, if so my brain knows I am still Alzheimer free.

Alzheimer’s is a constant worryo for people like me, because memories are all I have.

Must dash, the minger in number 33's just come home?

SHE IS RIGHT - I KNOW MINE IS!!!