<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4817065462510897888</id><updated>2011-12-25T01:49:51.764Z</updated><category term='vid - funny'/><category term='a-side'/><category term='sad'/><category term='poem'/><category term='b-side'/><category term='pic - arty'/><category term='funny'/><category term='news'/><category term='tired'/><category term='pic - torchy'/><category term='arse/ass'/><category term='hong kong'/><category term='vid - hot'/><category term='gay test'/><category term='purving'/><category term='man-totty'/><category term='porn'/><category term='msn'/><category term='yaoi'/><category term='girls'/><category term='tbw'/><category 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type='text'>torchy!</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://torchyboy.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4817065462510897888/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://torchyboy.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4817065462510897888/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>torchy!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01017957314245518030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_72z3PduvaEk/SjGZfI9kyzI/AAAAAAAAAoU/JGVorjemZd0/S220/t!+600px+square.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>543</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4817065462510897888.post-8300318813182302304</id><published>2011-12-05T00:01:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-12-05T00:01:00.690Z</updated><title type='text'>five on the fifth: 'movement'</title><content type='html'>gosh it's been a while...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blogger and tweeter Stephen Chapman, who writes the blog &lt;a href="http://thestateofthenationuk.blogspot.com" target="_blank"&gt;The State Of The Nation UK&lt;/a&gt;, has been organising this distributed photo fest on the fifth of every month for a while now, although the poor chap has been getting a bit hacked off with the lack of people taking part over recent months (which includes yours truly). i think this is my 12th five on the fifth post, my last being in may. i kinda gave up on it, coz as you know my blog has pretty much ground to a halt, and anyway no one reads this thing any more blah blah blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://thestateofthenationuk.blogspot.com/search/label/5%20on%20the%20fifth"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OShxIThQVmA/S580SUNPTrI/AAAAAAAADZI/lvtdQR4BunY/s400/five+on+the+fifth3.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the theme for this month is 'movement', and here's my effort...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went to a small local christmas-themed festival a few nights ago. i've been many times before, and always took my dslr. i had it ready this year, but as i was about to walk out of the door, i thought i really cba to lug it round, so i took my compact instead. the lighting at the event is far too shite to get any regular shots, so i thought i'd go for long exposures and get some movement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lzLY2HNejMk/Ttv_l94j0DI/AAAAAAAABvk/3QlQBixBjH4/s1600/111203_G001453R-Ed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lzLY2HNejMk/Ttv_l94j0DI/AAAAAAAABvk/3QlQBixBjH4/s400/111203_G001453R-Ed.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682416382590046258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EL61-TQFi5c/Ttv_mOnUncI/AAAAAAAABvs/AYZQ2ZQVg9o/s1600/111203_G001463R-Ed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EL61-TQFi5c/Ttv_mOnUncI/AAAAAAAABvs/AYZQ2ZQVg9o/s400/111203_G001463R-Ed.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682416387081149890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sLlu1-uFrbE/Ttv_naCB4qI/AAAAAAAABwY/fjqtKFLdjJo/s1600/111203_G001526R-Ed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 301px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sLlu1-uFrbE/Ttv_naCB4qI/AAAAAAAABwY/fjqtKFLdjJo/s400/111203_G001526R-Ed.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682416407325827746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Fvd5rZFn3tc/Ttv_nBgfhVI/AAAAAAAABwI/ZmvVQl_b-JE/s1600/111203_G001507R-Ed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 229px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Fvd5rZFn3tc/Ttv_nBgfhVI/AAAAAAAABwI/ZmvVQl_b-JE/s400/111203_G001507R-Ed.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682416400742712658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-livnGce64dg/Ttv_mfI85SI/AAAAAAAABwA/nrrsg1PSFPk/s1600/111203_G001500R-Ed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-livnGce64dg/Ttv_mfI85SI/AAAAAAAABwA/nrrsg1PSFPk/s400/111203_G001500R-Ed.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682416391517168930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope you like them - let me know either way. this'll be the last five on the fifth post from me, as Stephen's declared this is the last one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is anyone still looking for posts here?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;torchy!&lt;/I&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[&gt;_&lt;]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4817065462510897888-8300318813182302304?l=torchyboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://torchyboy.blogspot.com/feeds/8300318813182302304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4817065462510897888&amp;postID=8300318813182302304&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4817065462510897888/posts/default/8300318813182302304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4817065462510897888/posts/default/8300318813182302304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://torchyboy.blogspot.com/2011/12/five-on-fifth-movement.html' title='five on the fifth: &apos;movement&apos;'/><author><name>torchy!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01017957314245518030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_72z3PduvaEk/SjGZfI9kyzI/AAAAAAAAAoU/JGVorjemZd0/S220/t!+600px+square.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OShxIThQVmA/S580SUNPTrI/AAAAAAAADZI/lvtdQR4BunY/s72-c/five+on+the+fifth3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4817065462510897888.post-3658438100210868536</id><published>2011-04-21T18:27:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-04-21T18:27:57.195+01:00</updated><title type='text'>communications problem</title><content type='html'>I suppose it could have been a communications problem, but I like to think of it as emphasis. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/torchyboy/Torchy?authkey=Gv1sRgCMHGj7uv-vqDVA#5598089904072072114'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_72z3PduvaEk/TbBpG5jqm7I/AAAAAAAABvA/GStud-rc4K0/s288/0.jpg' border='0' width='427' height='640' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;torchy!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps. I know I owe you part 2 of my last post. sorry, I've been super busy lately. soon...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[&gt;_&lt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4817065462510897888-3658438100210868536?l=torchyboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://torchyboy.blogspot.com/feeds/3658438100210868536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4817065462510897888&amp;postID=3658438100210868536&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4817065462510897888/posts/default/3658438100210868536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4817065462510897888/posts/default/3658438100210868536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://torchyboy.blogspot.com/2011/04/communications-problem.html' title='communications problem'/><author><name>torchy!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01017957314245518030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_72z3PduvaEk/SjGZfI9kyzI/AAAAAAAAAoU/JGVorjemZd0/S220/t!+600px+square.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_72z3PduvaEk/TbBpG5jqm7I/AAAAAAAABvA/GStud-rc4K0/s72-c/0.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4817065462510897888.post-9167059083923943243</id><published>2011-04-01T00:51:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-04-01T00:51:47.274+01:00</updated><title type='text'>came up for air</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;i was just on the blog a couple of days ago - checking that it's still here(!), and i found a bunch of draft posts in various states of undress. one of them was a post i remember spending ages writing when i was in Portugal last july, about my last day at work in my previous job in Canary Wharf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you recall - no reason why you should, as i barely do - i'd already written about that last day in the post &lt;a href="http://torchyboy.blogspot.com/2010_07_01_archive.html" target="_blank"&gt;follow me&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in another post a while later, &lt;a href="http://torchyboy.blogspot.com/2010/10/spaghetti-bolognese.html" target="_blank"&gt;spaghetti bolognese&lt;/a&gt;, i said that i wasn't gonna admit if any of the sexy encounters i describe were actually real or not, and i owned up to two posts in 2009 that were deffo fake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's not that i wanna lie about stuff, but it feels/would feel(?) kinda weird to write about something that intimate and it'd make me seem even sluttier than you already think i am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't remember whether it was comments here or on twitter, but the general feeling was that my 'follow me' post could have been &lt;strike&gt;slightly&lt;/strike&gt; entirely ficticious :D ok, ok, i'll stick my hands up - it was entirely made up, although it was written as a sequel to &lt;a href="http://torchyboy.blogspot.com/2010/06/his-firm-grip.html" target="_blank"&gt;his firm grip&lt;/a&gt;, which was totally true, except that it happened months earlier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think/hope the 'follow me' post was believable as i wrote it, which is cool coz i don't read gay fiction, and i wrote it before i'd hooked up with or even done anything *at all* with anyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so let's cut to the thrust (:P), and go on with the post... i present this as an alternative for what happened on that last day, back in June 2010...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd been chatting on grindr for a while to a mid-20s Mexican who lives in London, in hackney (which I've always thought of as a well dodgy area). we'd exchanged pics (he is *sooo hot*!) and talked about meeting up for ages. a couple of days earlier I'd said I'd be able to go to his place on the evening of my last day and we'd left it so we'd confirm on the wednesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;come Wednesday I was pretty damn horny but also nervy about meeting him - it's a bit of a trek from work and I needed to be home not too late, plus I wasn't sure I was gonna be safe wandering round hackney, and his place wasn't near a station. anyways, I was on grindr for most of the arvo, but there was no sign of him. I figured that he probably wasn't gonna come thru and was gonna keep his hot bod to himself :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at 1706 the phone buzzed as he msg'd me: 'hi - are we still meeting tonight'. my heart started beating fast as I answered 'yes' and arranged to meet him at 6pm at his place. after spinning things out all day, I quickly wrapped up what I'd been doing and said my goodbyes to the team. I'd been worried that the boss might gather ppl together and make some sort of announcement and speech like he'd done for some others, which would have been well embarrassing, but I needn't have worried - he ignored me till I went up to him and offered my hand. he shook it saying 'so long torchy, thanks for all your work'. in truth that type of goodbye suited me - no feigned interest in what I was going to do next or whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after a couple of train rides, it was 6.15 by the time I arrived at his place, and i buzzed for him at the entrance to his quite smart apartment block. he came down to let me in, wearing flip flops, a vest and sweat pant shorts, and looking fckn sexy in the evening summer glow :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he'd told me earlier that his 40s gay flatmate was there, but it wouldn't be a problem at all, so I was a bit surprised when he whispered 'wait here' at the apartment door, then a few seconds later furtively beckoned me in to his room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I put down my backpack and admired the view from the window, getting about 2 sentences of smalltalk out. lol. then he moved in for the kiss - tongues and all, and passionate. actually maybe just a bit too tonguey for me, but not so much I heaved lol. then he started taking my kit off, which I took as my cue to get his stuff off too. oh boy,he was sooo hot. oh wow. I'm getting hard just thinking about it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sat on the edge of the bed as he stood facing me, and eased his shorts and undies (CK boxer briefs) down. I'd seen his cock when we exchanged pics, but omg irl it was amazing - about 7.5/8 and wiiide :O - enough to give a guy jaw-ache for sure, as I found out almost immediately :P it was a hot day, and there as a strong aroma of musky man-scent as I was going to work on his cock with my mouth and tongue. he was uncut, with a nice looking, and very mobile foreskin, and I was tasting precum :P &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we had quite a romp - sucking each other and snogging and full-on contact etc. whenever he had a free hand he'd be slowly wanking himself, and when he wanked me he used some spit as lube.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at one point he was lying on the bed and i was astride his chest as he was licking the base of my cock. my head was only about a foot away from the mirror above his bed which was a bit disconcerting - I didn't wanna watch myself! lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he gradually shifted himself lower down the bed as he sucked and licked lower - taking my nuts in his mouth, then licking my perineum, then finally my ass. I'd never been rimmed before. didn't really know what to make of it actually - I mean it felt well nice, but kinda wet too lol. I was very glad I'd given myself a damn good clean before I'd left the office!! sorry - tmi. and even gladder as he came up for air and gave me another deep kiss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...to be continued...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(you'd think that i'd have finished this, after 9 months gestation, but nope - 2nd half will appear soon. very soon!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[&gt;_&lt;]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4817065462510897888-9167059083923943243?l=torchyboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://torchyboy.blogspot.com/feeds/9167059083923943243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4817065462510897888&amp;postID=9167059083923943243&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4817065462510897888/posts/default/9167059083923943243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4817065462510897888/posts/default/9167059083923943243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://torchyboy.blogspot.com/2011/04/came-up-for-air.html' title='came up for air'/><author><name>torchy!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01017957314245518030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_72z3PduvaEk/SjGZfI9kyzI/AAAAAAAAAoU/JGVorjemZd0/S220/t!+600px+square.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4817065462510897888.post-7214731811551124725</id><published>2011-03-14T23:57:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-03-15T00:00:42.477Z</updated><title type='text'>lost</title><content type='html'>no, not that weird tv series - I just remembered that i lost my gay virginity a year ago today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that is all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;torchy!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[&gt;_&lt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4817065462510897888-7214731811551124725?l=torchyboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://torchyboy.blogspot.com/feeds/7214731811551124725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4817065462510897888&amp;postID=7214731811551124725&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4817065462510897888/posts/default/7214731811551124725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4817065462510897888/posts/default/7214731811551124725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://torchyboy.blogspot.com/2011/03/lost.html' title='lost'/><author><name>torchy!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01017957314245518030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_72z3PduvaEk/SjGZfI9kyzI/AAAAAAAAAoU/JGVorjemZd0/S220/t!+600px+square.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4817065462510897888.post-2834289334298725345</id><published>2011-03-05T10:48:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-03-05T10:48:54.840Z</updated><title type='text'>five on the fifth: 'lines'</title><content type='html'>blogger and tweeter Stephen Chapman, who writes the blog &lt;a href="http://thestateofthenationuk.blogspot.com" target="_blank"&gt;The State Of The Nation UK&lt;/a&gt;, organises this distributed photo fest on the fifth of every month. my contributions so far have been&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://torchyboy.blogspot.com/2011/02/five-on-fifth-reflections.html" target="_blank"&gt;five on the fifth: 'reflections'&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://torchyboy.blogspot.com/2011/01/five-on-fifth-fun-and-games.html" target="_blank"&gt;five on the fifth: 'fun and games'&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://torchyboy.blogspot.com/2010/12/five-on-fifth.html" target="_blank"&gt;five on the fifth: 'faces'&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://torchyboy.blogspot.com/2010/11/five-on-fifth-recycle.html" target="_blank"&gt;five on the fifth: 'recycle'&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://torchyboy.blogspot.com/2010/10/five-on-fifth-round.html" target="_blank"&gt;five on the fifth: 'round'&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://torchyboy.blogspot.com/2010/09/five-on-fifth-blues.html" target="_blank"&gt;five on the fifth: 'the blues'&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://torchyboy.blogspot.com/2010/08/five-on-fifth-on-road.html" target="_blank"&gt;five on the fifth: 'on the road'&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://torchyboy.blogspot.com/2010/06/five-on-fifth-looking-up.html" target="_blank"&gt;five on the fifth: 'looking up'&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://torchyboy.blogspot.com/2010/05/five-on-fifth-journey.html" target="_blank"&gt;five on the fifth: 'a journey'&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://torchyboy.blogspot.com/2010/04/five-on-fifth.html" target="_blank"&gt;five on the fifth: 'spring'&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://thestateofthenationuk.blogspot.com/search/label/5%20on%20the%20fifth"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OShxIThQVmA/S580SUNPTrI/AAAAAAAADZI/lvtdQR4BunY/s400/five+on+the+fifth3.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the theme for this month is 'lines', and here's my 'entry'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one of the few tweets i managed to pick up last week when i was on my skiing hols was a tweet from @sfchapman about the subject for today's five on the fifth, so i was able to grab some 'line' shots on ze slurps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-A3imtdS2-Ow/TXITkLadL9I/AAAAAAAABuU/-tumsZH0PYQ/s1600/IMG_0302_9445.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 399px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-A3imtdS2-Ow/TXITkLadL9I/AAAAAAAABuU/-tumsZH0PYQ/s400/IMG_0302_9445.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580544400525438930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Groovy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mmVGja8tGMA/TXITkbIONhI/AAAAAAAABuc/DfN0CHYR_EE/s1600/IMG_0303_9451.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 399px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mmVGja8tGMA/TXITkbIONhI/AAAAAAAABuc/DfN0CHYR_EE/s400/IMG_0303_9451.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580544404743927314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Abandoned&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CE7d_G4yUGg/TXITkZ-OJII/AAAAAAAABuk/Y_EdY1mhJa4/s1600/IMG_0304_9452.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 399px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CE7d_G4yUGg/TXITkZ-OJII/AAAAAAAABuk/Y_EdY1mhJa4/s400/IMG_0304_9452.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580544404433544322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Coke break&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UGucZUlQFak/TXITkiwiBxI/AAAAAAAABus/RFT6CZtA_NU/s1600/IMG_0305_9467.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 399px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UGucZUlQFak/TXITkiwiBxI/AAAAAAAABus/RFT6CZtA_NU/s400/IMG_0305_9467.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580544406792046354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Patissterie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Pkz7JkYc4Q8/TXITk0B6PcI/AAAAAAAABu0/CnwUj73dTVc/s1600/IMG_0306_9477.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 399px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Pkz7JkYc4Q8/TXITk0B6PcI/AAAAAAAABu0/CnwUj73dTVc/s400/IMG_0306_9477.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580544411428339138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Four inches last night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as always, i hope you like them - please let me know what you think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;torchy!&lt;/I&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[&gt;_&lt;]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4817065462510897888-2834289334298725345?l=torchyboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://torchyboy.blogspot.com/feeds/2834289334298725345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4817065462510897888&amp;postID=2834289334298725345&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4817065462510897888/posts/default/2834289334298725345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4817065462510897888/posts/default/2834289334298725345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://torchyboy.blogspot.com/2011/03/five-on-fifth-lines.html' title='five on the fifth: &apos;lines&apos;'/><author><name>torchy!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01017957314245518030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_72z3PduvaEk/SjGZfI9kyzI/AAAAAAAAAoU/JGVorjemZd0/S220/t!+600px+square.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OShxIThQVmA/S580SUNPTrI/AAAAAAAADZI/lvtdQR4BunY/s72-c/five+on+the+fifth3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4817065462510897888.post-4928381683583792012</id><published>2011-03-03T21:17:00.002Z</published><updated>2011-03-03T22:43:32.457Z</updated><title type='text'>ze slurps</title><content type='html'>it's been a while...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've had a bunch of blog posts in gestation for ages but I don't seem to be able to find the impetus to actually write them. mostly coz I'm falling asleep on the train, which is my prime writing time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was in Méribel in France last week, skiing on ze slurps. yay me! a group of 8 of us went - same group that went to the same resort 3 years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/torchyboy/Torchy?authkey=Gv1sRgCMHGj7uv-vqDVA#5579965781509119490'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_72z3PduvaEk/TXAFUHmvngI/AAAAAAAABt8/4OmwtT2mhmk/s288/0.jpg' border='0' width='400' height='400' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;despite the really low amount of snow that had fallen this year, they'd done a pretty good job of looking after the pistes. despite my snowboard lessons last summer, I opted to be a two-planker wanker rather than a gay-on-a-tray. my knee has only recently stopped hurting from a fall from a stationary snowboard back then. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/torchyboy/Torchy?authkey=Gv1sRgCMHGj7uv-vqDVA#5579965799264431010'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_72z3PduvaEk/TXAFVJv8K6I/AAAAAAAABuA/hFmsxVQAQkc/s288/1.jpg' border='0' width='400' height='400' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dunno what's happened though, but what little nerve I had for going down the steeper slopes has deffo been lost :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/torchyboy/Torchy?authkey=Gv1sRgCMHGj7uv-vqDVA#5579965813906441794'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_72z3PduvaEk/TXAFWAS3hkI/AAAAAAAABuE/U6AsYVuzzQU/s288/4.jpg' border='0' width='400' height='400' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm the worst skier of all 8 now. still, no one injured themselves, although I've been aching a bit from 2 or 3 stupid wipe outs on the last day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/torchyboy/Torchy?authkey=Gv1sRgCMHGj7uv-vqDVA#5579965835818421778'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_72z3PduvaEk/TXAFXR7FzhI/AAAAAAAABuI/a67VKqF_c3k/s288/2.jpg' border='0' width='400' height='400' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was a good holiday, although obscenely expensive. I'm not sure I'll go again - I think I'd rather spend the money on 2 weeks in California in the summer than 1 week skiing in the winter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had an interview in canary wharf yesterday. I haven't actually started looking for a new job yet, but an agent fixed up the interview for me while I was away, as the opportunity came up. it was with my last company although in a different department.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/torchyboy/Torchy?authkey=Gv1sRgCMHGj7uv-vqDVA#5579965853519314306'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_72z3PduvaEk/TXAFYT3T_YI/AAAAAAAABuM/tsQ9-T97I48/s288/3.jpg' border='0' width='400' height='400' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last time I had an interview in canary wharf was last September. despite doing well at that interview, I didn't get the job as it turns out there wasn't actually a job at all, just a possibility of a job which was a bit irritating. I'm sure I must have blogged about it back then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;however, I don't think I mentioned back then that I met a cute Chinese grindr guy after that interview. we'd chatted for about 4 months but had never met. after a lot of wandering round, I ended up giving him a bj in a car park stairwell lol. first time anyone had cum in my mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met him again just before Christmas (for coffee and chat only) and we still talk online every now and again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways. no such luck today... went for my interview at lunchtime, which was a totally hideous experience. I thought when I read the job spec that it was out of my league. I wasn't wrong! meh, whatever. it looked a shit working environment. I didn't see any human hamster wheels, but I'm sure they were there somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;floundering around in the interview, displaying a woeful lack of technical prowess, was a bit of a depressing experience so I had a rare trip to the gym after work to cheer myself up a bit, even though there was a risk of getting either frustrated or feeling rejected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was sitting in the steamroom by myself, then I saw someone who looked kinda petite go into a shower. I was willing him to come to the steam room after and he didn't disappoint: result! the guy turned out to be a cute chinese guy who sat facing me. within seconds we were doing the body language stuff, then he moved to sit next to me and we got busy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we got interrupted though, by another guy who came in. although he was starkers, he didn't really give out much of a vibe. it must have looked so blatant as we two were sitting so close together in an otherwise empty room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after a couple of mins I left and went into the sauna. and about a minute later he joined me so we got busy in there instead. it was quite a morale boost when he said I was fucking sexy and he couldn't get enough of my cock either :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't bore you with the details but I blew him in the sauna til he came in my mouth, while he played with my hole. hardly ever done that before and never in the sauna!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as I was finishing him off, the other guy came out of the steamroom and totally got an eyeful of what we were up to. oops!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we both went to shower then. I regret not suggesting we go back to the steam room for some more action, coz I was left more than a bit frustrated. still, I sorted that out a bit later :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd never seen him before, but I deffo hope to see him again. he was so fckn hot. yum!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe I should retitle this post...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;two slurps... &lt;i&gt;torchy!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps. in case you're wondering if this is truth or fiction, i'll tell you now, this is all true. and would i lie to you? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[&gt;_&lt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4817065462510897888-4928381683583792012?l=torchyboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://torchyboy.blogspot.com/feeds/4928381683583792012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4817065462510897888&amp;postID=4928381683583792012&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4817065462510897888/posts/default/4928381683583792012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4817065462510897888/posts/default/4928381683583792012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://torchyboy.blogspot.com/2011/03/ze-slurps.html' title='ze slurps'/><author><name>torchy!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01017957314245518030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_72z3PduvaEk/SjGZfI9kyzI/AAAAAAAAAoU/JGVorjemZd0/S220/t!+600px+square.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_72z3PduvaEk/TXAFUHmvngI/AAAAAAAABt8/4OmwtT2mhmk/s72-c/0.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4817065462510897888.post-5185494381495663840</id><published>2011-02-13T11:35:00.002Z</published><updated>2011-02-13T11:37:48.105Z</updated><title type='text'>arse</title><content type='html'>yummy arses. this is an experimental post from the phone. just wanna know what the photo quality turns out like, coz on the phone they've got a quality rating of 'well wankable' :P&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/torchyboy/Torchy?authkey=Gv1sRgCMHGj7uv-vqDVA#5573136265569708370'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_72z3PduvaEk/TVfB5-IhKVI/AAAAAAAABtk/NC75MhvLZyI/s288/0.jpg' border='0' width='400' height='466' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/torchyboy/Torchy?authkey=Gv1sRgCMHGj7uv-vqDVA#5573136276348661346'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_72z3PduvaEk/TVfB6mSa7mI/AAAAAAAABto/U3wmnmgrr3E/s288/1.jpg' border='0' width='400' height='540' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/torchyboy/Torchy?authkey=Gv1sRgCMHGj7uv-vqDVA#5573136283126926690'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_72z3PduvaEk/TVfB6_ifDWI/AAAAAAAABts/SU1lsj-bw_M/s288/2.jpg' border='0' width='400' height='546' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/torchyboy/Torchy?authkey=Gv1sRgCMHGj7uv-vqDVA#5573136290618986210'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_72z3PduvaEk/TVfB7bcuzuI/AAAAAAAABtw/8ekRv7oki1g/s288/3.jpg' border='0' width='400' height='599' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='https://picasaweb.google.com/torchyboy/Torchy?authkey=Gv1sRgCMHGj7uv-vqDVA#5573136303953713650'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_72z3PduvaEk/TVfB8NH-mfI/AAAAAAAABt0/BshPV3T_HUI/s288/4.jpg' border='0' width='400' height='300' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#2 and #5 are my faves :P which ones are yours?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;torchy!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[&gt;_&lt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4817065462510897888-5185494381495663840?l=torchyboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://torchyboy.blogspot.com/feeds/5185494381495663840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4817065462510897888&amp;postID=5185494381495663840&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4817065462510897888/posts/default/5185494381495663840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4817065462510897888/posts/default/5185494381495663840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://torchyboy.blogspot.com/2011/02/arse.html' title='arse'/><author><name>torchy!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01017957314245518030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_72z3PduvaEk/SjGZfI9kyzI/AAAAAAAAAoU/JGVorjemZd0/S220/t!+600px+square.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_72z3PduvaEk/TVfB5-IhKVI/AAAAAAAABtk/NC75MhvLZyI/s72-c/0.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4817065462510897888.post-9142325476225754267</id><published>2011-02-05T22:52:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-02-05T22:52:30.436Z</updated><title type='text'>five on the fifth: 'reflections'</title><content type='html'>blogger and tweeter Stephen Chapman, who writes the blog &lt;a href="http://thestateofthenationuk.blogspot.com" target="_blank"&gt;The State Of The Nation UK&lt;/a&gt;, organises this distributed photo fest on the fifth of every month. my contributions so far have been&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://torchyboy.blogspot.com/2011/01/five-on-fifth-fun-and-games.html" target="_blank"&gt;five on the fifth: 'fun and games'&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://torchyboy.blogspot.com/2010/12/five-on-fifth.html" target="_blank"&gt;five on the fifth: 'faces'&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://torchyboy.blogspot.com/2010/11/five-on-fifth-recycle.html" target="_blank"&gt;five on the fifth: 'recycle'&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://torchyboy.blogspot.com/2010/10/five-on-fifth-round.html" target="_blank"&gt;five on the fifth: 'round'&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://torchyboy.blogspot.com/2010/09/five-on-fifth-blues.html" target="_blank"&gt;five on the fifth: 'the blues'&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://torchyboy.blogspot.com/2010/08/five-on-fifth-on-road.html" target="_blank"&gt;five on the fifth: 'on the road'&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://torchyboy.blogspot.com/2010/06/five-on-fifth-looking-up.html" target="_blank"&gt;five on the fifth: 'looking up'&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://torchyboy.blogspot.com/2010/05/five-on-fifth-journey.html" target="_blank"&gt;five on the fifth: 'a journey'&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://torchyboy.blogspot.com/2010/04/five-on-fifth.html" target="_blank"&gt;five on the fifth: 'spring'&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://thestateofthenationuk.blogspot.com/search/label/5%20on%20the%20fifth"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OShxIThQVmA/S580SUNPTrI/AAAAAAAADZI/lvtdQR4BunY/s400/five+on+the+fifth3.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the theme for this month is 'reflections', and here's my 'entry'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love reflections. i've shot so many photos of reflections in the past, but i wanted to use new images for this challenge. i've been shooting of lot of photos using the iphone hipstamatic app, and took a bunch that i'd intended to use for this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;however, i've been a bit poorly lately - had 3.5 days off work with tonsillitis, going back in on wednesday this week. i'm still not back to full strength yet, so i've been wandering round fairly aimlessly at lunchtimes, rather than doing anything with a sense of purpose, like &lt;strike&gt;wanking off guys in a steam room&lt;/strike&gt; exercising in the gym.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i took my new compact camera in to work on friday - i need to get used to it before it before i go on my hols in a few weeks - and i took some shots around The City (London's financial district). it was a drab day, and the reflections are all architectural in nature, so i thought they'd lend themselves to being monochromanticised&amp;#0153;. so here we are, these were shot on friday lunchtime, and one in the early evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_72z3PduvaEk/TU3SYgrePQI/AAAAAAAABtU/eCUncQ2gjaA/s1600/110204_G000197R-Edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 301px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_72z3PduvaEk/TU3SYgrePQI/AAAAAAAABtU/eCUncQ2gjaA/s400/110204_G000197R-Edit.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570339632658136322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Reflection of the Heron Tower&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_72z3PduvaEk/TU3SYOFFYII/AAAAAAAABtE/sfUjgvhy_A4/s1600/110204_G000181R-Edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 301px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_72z3PduvaEk/TU3SYOFFYII/AAAAAAAABtE/sfUjgvhy_A4/s400/110204_G000181R-Edit.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570339627665285250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Reflection of the Lloyds Building in the Willis Building&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_72z3PduvaEk/TU3SYHW9T5I/AAAAAAAABtM/dmeXxz-kSug/s1600/110204_G000190R-Edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 301px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_72z3PduvaEk/TU3SYHW9T5I/AAAAAAAABtM/dmeXxz-kSug/s400/110204_G000190R-Edit.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570339625861205906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Reflection of the Heron Tower in the Gherkin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_72z3PduvaEk/TU3SX0XLyTI/AAAAAAAABs8/H7FrKPhh5eo/s1600/110204_G000178R-Edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 301px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_72z3PduvaEk/TU3SX0XLyTI/AAAAAAAABs8/H7FrKPhh5eo/s400/110204_G000178R-Edit.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570339620761880882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Reflection of the Lloyds Building in the Willis Building&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_72z3PduvaEk/TU3SY3-EOCI/AAAAAAAABtc/3pCt6Ex2Jj0/s1600/110204_G000206R-Edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 301px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_72z3PduvaEk/TU3SY3-EOCI/AAAAAAAABtc/3pCt6Ex2Jj0/s400/110204_G000206R-Edit.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570339638910138402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tricky reflections&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as always, i hope you like them - please let me know what you think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;torchy!&lt;/I&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[&gt;_&lt;]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4817065462510897888-9142325476225754267?l=torchyboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://torchyboy.blogspot.com/feeds/9142325476225754267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4817065462510897888&amp;postID=9142325476225754267&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4817065462510897888/posts/default/9142325476225754267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4817065462510897888/posts/default/9142325476225754267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://torchyboy.blogspot.com/2011/02/five-on-fifth-reflections.html' title='five on the fifth: &apos;reflections&apos;'/><author><name>torchy!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01017957314245518030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_72z3PduvaEk/SjGZfI9kyzI/AAAAAAAAAoU/JGVorjemZd0/S220/t!+600px+square.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OShxIThQVmA/S580SUNPTrI/AAAAAAAADZI/lvtdQR4BunY/s72-c/five+on+the+fifth3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4817065462510897888.post-680045057946897986</id><published>2011-01-11T21:02:00.001Z</published><updated>2011-01-11T21:02:28.500Z</updated><title type='text'>torchy no-mates</title><content type='html'>can't remember if I've mentioned before that I don't sit with my project team at work - I sit with a different team and end up not talking to many ppl. most days only a hello to the receptionist and the Starbucks coffee lady in fact - torchy no-mates lol. the guy who sat opposite me left about a week before Christmas. I said my first words to him the day he left!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been thinking a bit about this job and my last job. you may recall that I pretty much hated my last job - boring as fuck, horrible boss, blah blah, altho on the up side they were pretty relaxed about times and I never used to do enough hours. probably why my contract got terminated early! hah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my current job also turns out to be boring as fuck, *and* tight on hours, and using really outdated technology, *but* the boss is &lt;strike&gt;nice and&lt;/strike&gt; reasonably pleasant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm NOT moaning tho, honest - I've buttered my bread and now I've got to lie in it. and it's still a totally cushy job compared to most others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, a new guy started a few days ago and sits opposite me. the desks are pretty deep and there's a pair of monitors on each desk, so not exactly conducive for convo (result!), and it means I can only see his head from the top of his glasses upwards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why am I tell you this? well guess what? - the bit of his head that I can see looks exactly like the corresponding head-part of my last boss. grrr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;boring as fuck... &lt;i&gt;torchy!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[&gt;_&lt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4817065462510897888-680045057946897986?l=torchyboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://torchyboy.blogspot.com/feeds/680045057946897986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4817065462510897888&amp;postID=680045057946897986&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4817065462510897888/posts/default/680045057946897986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4817065462510897888/posts/default/680045057946897986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://torchyboy.blogspot.com/2011/01/torchy-no-mates.html' title='torchy no-mates'/><author><name>torchy!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01017957314245518030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_72z3PduvaEk/SjGZfI9kyzI/AAAAAAAAAoU/JGVorjemZd0/S220/t!+600px+square.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4817065462510897888.post-4460960147571494906</id><published>2011-01-07T23:33:00.001Z</published><updated>2011-01-07T23:33:43.252Z</updated><title type='text'>shopping</title><content type='html'>Happy New Year! (did I say that already?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kinda dropped the baton a bit after the advent calendar. still, I'll try to pick it up, run with it, and maybe grab some low-hanging fruit for an easy win on the way. if this was twitter I'd add the hashtag #pointlessrandommanagementjargon at this point, but you can't really do that in a blog post coz it doesn't make a lot of sense #butimmadoitanyway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm back at work after a Christmas break that never seemed much like a break. haven't dared look at the turkey in the freezer yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to Brighton on boxing day to have a Christmas meal with my almost-but-not-quite-relatives Mick and Pete, the gay couple I see every boxing day. seemed a bit more relaxed this year - probs coz I wasn't doing the entertaining. they're very good hosts and dished up fab nosh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so far as I can tell, I'm flying completely under their gaydar, altho I was very slightly a bit flirty dirty with Pete this year for the first time :D don't wanna sail too close to the wind tho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to Hollister in Brighton and got a shirt and some trousers. then took them back a few days later to Hollister in southampton as the bloody things didn't fit. and yes I had tried them on in Brighton, I just hadn't realised quite how chubby I've got.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothing much going on at the gym - it was really quiet the week before Christmas. hehe altho I did see two muscles guys getting it on in the steam room. they were sitting opposite me and one guy leaned over and sucked the others cock. then he deep-throated him all the way, and i'm like staring goggle-eyed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the guy who was being sucked looked at me and I realised I had a bit of an inane grin. whoops. still, at least he smiled as he kinda crossed his eyes :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was smiling coz I'd suddenly remembered that I needed to put bananas on the shopping list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;while I'm here, can I introduce you to a new twitter friend of mine? he's David and writes the blog &lt;a href="http://the-feeling-inside.blogspot.com" target="_blank"&gt;The Feeling Inside&lt;/a&gt;. please show him some love, he's a nice guy and writes really well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;deep-throated him all the way... &lt;i&gt;torchy!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[&gt;_&lt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4817065462510897888-4460960147571494906?l=torchyboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://torchyboy.blogspot.com/feeds/4460960147571494906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4817065462510897888&amp;postID=4460960147571494906&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4817065462510897888/posts/default/4460960147571494906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4817065462510897888/posts/default/4460960147571494906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://torchyboy.blogspot.com/2011/01/shopping.html' title='shopping'/><author><name>torchy!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01017957314245518030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_72z3PduvaEk/SjGZfI9kyzI/AAAAAAAAAoU/JGVorjemZd0/S220/t!+600px+square.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4817065462510897888.post-9118289403131577204</id><published>2011-01-06T20:07:00.001Z</published><updated>2011-01-06T20:07:13.179Z</updated><title type='text'>dilf</title><content type='html'>I wrote this post last week, but the signal was shite so I didn't post it. so try to pretend it's last week please :) ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here I am, staying in a hotel in devon, the same one I've stayed at for the last 3 years. it's great for activities and stuff, and I've done air pistols, air rifles, archery, and erm other stuff that I can't remember offhand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;highlights so far have been stuffing my face to the point of extreme discomfort at every meal - I'm pretty good at that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm here with 3 others, and they seem to think it's ok to text continually at the table. I feel a bit left out coz altho I don't wanna text anyone, I well wanna tweet incessantly but can't coz I wanna keep my tweety life secret :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we've got this dopey young waitress at dinner. she only carries 2 plates at a time. we gave her our order and then about 10 mins later she comes back and says 'can you remember what u ordered, coz I've lost my pad' lol. about 5 mins after we'd re-told her, she came back with 3 out of 4 correct meals, and is then like 'oh whoops, and u told me again and I still got it wrong'! when she brought the 4th dinner she plonked a veggie dish on a saucer and as soon as she let go it almost slid off onto the floor! she's nice enough tho - just gives us a bit of amusement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's loads of families here, and quite a few late teens/early 20s. seems to be a shortage of hot guys tho. the 'apparition in swimmers' (mentioned in my blog post 2 years ago) doesn't seem to be here this year. big shame coz I deffo was looking forward to perving over him again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's a hot waiter who seems blatantly gay to me (and is therefore almost certainly str8), but he serves a different set of tables :( not that any of this makes much difference to me coz I have to keep a lid on my gaynessness here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;altho having said that, I've fired up grindr a few times but omg there's so few ppl around here. I just wondered if there might be some dilfs in the hotel, but it's only me. a couple of guys have said hi, but they're not all that close.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;god it must be fckn frustrating to try to cruise round here, when everyone is like miles and miles away. to say nothing of the fact that the mobile signal is so shite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oooh yeh, there is an instructor here who is amazingly hot. I remember him from last year. I managed to sneak a pic today :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they do beauty treatments which are well reasonably priced. had a Swedish massage&lt;br /&gt;on the first day, a sports massage the second day, and a back and shoulders massage on the last morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's about 6 or so therapists and they don't all do the same stuff. I signed up for one on the third day and decided randomly on a reiki. it was either that or an eyebrow reshape, but I'm quite happy with mine as they are. oh I could have had a half leg wax, but I've got 2 legs so I'm not sure what use half a leg is. maybe I could have just had them both thinned out a bit idk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's a pool with a sauna and steamroom, but youll be pleased to know I decided not to put my newfound skills to test, so kept out of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, that was last week. it all seems so long ago now. it was fun tho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;blatantly gay... &lt;i&gt;torchy!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[&gt;_&lt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4817065462510897888-9118289403131577204?l=torchyboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://torchyboy.blogspot.com/feeds/9118289403131577204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4817065462510897888&amp;postID=9118289403131577204&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4817065462510897888/posts/default/9118289403131577204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4817065462510897888/posts/default/9118289403131577204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://torchyboy.blogspot.com/2011/01/dilf.html' title='dilf'/><author><name>torchy!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01017957314245518030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_72z3PduvaEk/SjGZfI9kyzI/AAAAAAAAAoU/JGVorjemZd0/S220/t!+600px+square.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4817065462510897888.post-3115799466499949233</id><published>2011-01-05T21:41:00.002Z</published><updated>2011-01-05T22:00:05.482Z</updated><title type='text'>five on the fifth: 'fun and games'</title><content type='html'>blogger and tweeter Stephen Chapman, who writes the blog &lt;a href="http://thestateofthenationuk.blogspot.com" target="_blank"&gt;The State Of The Nation UK&lt;/a&gt;, organises this distributed photo fest on the fifth of every month. my contributions so far have been&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://torchyboy.blogspot.com/2010/12/five-on-fifth.html" target="_blank"&gt;five on the fifth: 'faces'&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://torchyboy.blogspot.com/2010/11/five-on-fifth-recycle.html" target="_blank"&gt;five on the fifth: 'recycle'&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://torchyboy.blogspot.com/2010/10/five-on-fifth-round.html" target="_blank"&gt;five on the fifth: 'round'&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://torchyboy.blogspot.com/2010/09/five-on-fifth-blues.html" target="_blank"&gt;five on the fifth: 'the blues'&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://torchyboy.blogspot.com/2010/08/five-on-fifth-on-road.html" target="_blank"&gt;five on the fifth: 'on the road'&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://torchyboy.blogspot.com/2010/06/five-on-fifth-looking-up.html" target="_blank"&gt;five on the fifth: 'looking up'&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://torchyboy.blogspot.com/2010/05/five-on-fifth-journey.html" target="_blank"&gt;five on the fifth: 'a journey'&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://torchyboy.blogspot.com/2010/04/five-on-fifth.html" target="_blank"&gt;five on the fifth: 'spring'&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://thestateofthenationuk.blogspot.com/search/label/5%20on%20the%20fifth"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OShxIThQVmA/S580SUNPTrI/AAAAAAAADZI/lvtdQR4BunY/s400/five+on+the+fifth3.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the theme for this month is 'fun and games', and here's my 'entry'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had some ideas for this, but they didn't materialise til quite late last night and i haven't had time to do anything about them. so i'm afaid this months post is a total copout.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after work disevening i went to Canary Wharf for some *cough* shopping *cough*, and i can never resist getting my &lt;strike&gt;cock&lt;/strike&gt; camera out there. so (some of) my fun and games was taking some pics around the place, and i present them herewith below for your delectation :) all taken using the iphone hipstamatic app which i totally love, but overuse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_72z3PduvaEk/TSTl8CQMVhI/AAAAAAAABsw/Wj9eK0UW3Nw/s1600/IMG_6874.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 399px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_72z3PduvaEk/TSTl8CQMVhI/AAAAAAAABsw/Wj9eK0UW3Nw/s400/IMG_6874.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558820659641734674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_72z3PduvaEk/TSTl7z5WFBI/AAAAAAAABso/vX8a2wH_XCk/s1600/IMG_6871.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 399px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_72z3PduvaEk/TSTl7z5WFBI/AAAAAAAABso/vX8a2wH_XCk/s400/IMG_6871.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558820655787807762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_72z3PduvaEk/TSTl7p1eKiI/AAAAAAAABsg/xiNZpAAayE8/s1600/IMG_6869.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 399px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_72z3PduvaEk/TSTl7p1eKiI/AAAAAAAABsg/xiNZpAAayE8/s400/IMG_6869.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558820653087205922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_72z3PduvaEk/TSTl7V0j6wI/AAAAAAAABsY/RqhddY1lGHs/s1600/IMG_6868.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 399px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_72z3PduvaEk/TSTl7V0j6wI/AAAAAAAABsY/RqhddY1lGHs/s400/IMG_6868.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558820647714679554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_72z3PduvaEk/TSTl6qZIaUI/AAAAAAAABsQ/n1YA2YCv22s/s1600/IMG_6861.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 399px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_72z3PduvaEk/TSTl6qZIaUI/AAAAAAAABsQ/n1YA2YCv22s/s400/IMG_6861.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558820636056906050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as always, i hope you like them - please let me know what you think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;torchy!&lt;/I&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[&gt;_&lt;]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4817065462510897888-3115799466499949233?l=torchyboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://torchyboy.blogspot.com/feeds/3115799466499949233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4817065462510897888&amp;postID=3115799466499949233&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4817065462510897888/posts/default/3115799466499949233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4817065462510897888/posts/default/3115799466499949233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://torchyboy.blogspot.com/2011/01/five-on-fifth-fun-and-games.html' title='five on the fifth: &apos;fun and games&apos;'/><author><name>torchy!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01017957314245518030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_72z3PduvaEk/SjGZfI9kyzI/AAAAAAAAAoU/JGVorjemZd0/S220/t!+600px+square.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OShxIThQVmA/S580SUNPTrI/AAAAAAAADZI/lvtdQR4BunY/s72-c/five+on+the+fifth3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4817065462510897888.post-8578779316331510597</id><published>2010-12-25T10:30:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-12-25T10:33:23.622Z</updated><title type='text'>Happy Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_72z3PduvaEk/TRS88wxlFOI/AAAAAAAABr8/wByAHnbW_OQ/s1600/seasons-greetings.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_72z3PduvaEk/TRS88wxlFOI/AAAAAAAABr8/wByAHnbW_OQ/s400/seasons-greetings.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554271992525690082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To all my readers, followers, commenters and people who mail me, I wish you the very best for Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really do appreciate all your contact and thoughts, it's what keeps me blogging, and I'm so sorry I'm so shit at replying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's 10:30 as I write this. like last year there's 6 ppl for Christmas dinner, but unlike last year, when it was 8 on boxing day as well (when Mick and Pete came over), this year we're all off to Mick and Pete's in Brighton tomorrow. ie this year we need 6 turkey dinners instead of 14.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we thought we'd sort this by getting a turkey crown instead of a whole turkey. none of us have ever had a turkey crown before, but we kinda assumed it was a turkey with the legs and wings removed or something.... fail!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;instead of a 6kg whole bird, we've got 5.3kg of meat. i don't think there's even any bones in it, altho i'd need an x-ray to be sure, and my x-ray machine doesn't seem to work anymore - not since i used it to see if a boner was correctly named :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_72z3PduvaEk/TRXFrmwHvoI/AAAAAAAABsE/9_nhSoxNpp8/s1600/IMG_6506.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_72z3PduvaEk/TRXFrmwHvoI/AAAAAAAABsE/9_nhSoxNpp8/s400/IMG_6506.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554563068358803074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;looks like my latest tumblr post will be coming true after all. i'll repeat it here to save you looking:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 85%; margin-left: 35px"&gt;&lt;i&gt;On the first day of Christmas, my true love said to me &lt;br /&gt;“I’m glad we bought fresh turkey and a proper Christmas tree”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the second day of Christmas, much laughter could be heard &lt;br /&gt;As we tucked into our turkey - a most delicious bird&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the third day of Christmas, we’d people from next door &lt;br /&gt;The turkey tasted just as good as it did the day before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day four relations came to say (poor Gran was looking old) &lt;br /&gt;We finished up the Christmas pud and ate the turkey cold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the fifth day of Christmas, outside the snowflakes flurried &lt;br /&gt;But we were nice and warm inside - we ate the turkey curried&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the sixth day of Christmas, I must admit, the Christmas spirit died &lt;br /&gt;The children fought and bickered, we ate turkey rissoles fried&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the seventh day of Christmas, my true love gave a wince &lt;br /&gt;As he sat down at the table and was served up turkey mince&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day eight, our nerves were getting frayed; the dog had run for shelter &lt;br /&gt;I served up turkey pancakes with a glass of Alka Seltzer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On day nine our cat left home, and by lunch time Dad was blotto &lt;br /&gt;He said he really had to drink to face turkey risotto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the tenth day the wine had gone, except the home made brew &lt;br /&gt;We thought it couldn’t get much worse, but it did - with turkey stew&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the eleventh day of Christmas, the Christmas tree was moulting &lt;br /&gt;The mince pies were as hard as rocks and the turkey looked revolting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the twelfth day of Christmas, Dad cheered and smacked his lips: &lt;br /&gt;the guests were gone, the turkey too. We dined on fish and chips!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm away for 4 days after boxing day too, so it'll have to be frozen i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have fun this Christmas time, and I wish you health and happiness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gotta go - pressies are being opened :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;torchy! xxx&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[&gt;_&lt;]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4817065462510897888-8578779316331510597?l=torchyboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://torchyboy.blogspot.com/feeds/8578779316331510597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4817065462510897888&amp;postID=8578779316331510597&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4817065462510897888/posts/default/8578779316331510597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4817065462510897888/posts/default/8578779316331510597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://torchyboy.blogspot.com/2010/12/happy-christmas.html' title='Happy Christmas'/><author><name>torchy!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01017957314245518030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_72z3PduvaEk/SjGZfI9kyzI/AAAAAAAAAoU/JGVorjemZd0/S220/t!+600px+square.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_72z3PduvaEk/TRS88wxlFOI/AAAAAAAABr8/wByAHnbW_OQ/s72-c/seasons-greetings.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4817065462510897888.post-2842176106129539894</id><published>2010-12-24T10:17:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-12-24T10:22:43.613Z</updated><title type='text'>last window</title><content type='html'>as you can see, i'll rattling thru these. i'm finding it hard to blog the day-to-day trivia atm (tho you might disagree). i've got some other things i want to say, but no time to write them up as proper posts, so i'll have to do it in jan or whenever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm gonna copout for today's advent pic and post the same from last year. you need to mouseover the entire pic as you'll see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" class="steve"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://i579.photobucket.com/albums/ss235/torchyspics/l01.jpg" target="_torchy"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i579.photobucket.com/albums/ss235/torchyspics/24-01.jpg" style="padding: 0px; margin: 0px; border-width: 0px; display: block" onmouseover="this.src='http://i579.photobucket.com/albums/ss235/torchyspics/s01.jpg'" onmouseout="this.src='http://i579.photobucket.com/albums/ss235/torchyspics/24-01.jpg'"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://i579.photobucket.com/albums/ss235/torchyspics/l02.jpg" target="_torchy"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i579.photobucket.com/albums/ss235/torchyspics/24-02.jpg" style="padding: 0px; margin: 0px; border-width: 0px; display: block" onmouseover="this.src='http://i579.photobucket.com/albums/ss235/torchyspics/s02.jpg'" onmouseout="this.src='http://i579.photobucket.com/albums/ss235/torchyspics/24-02.jpg'"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://i579.photobucket.com/albums/ss235/torchyspics/l03.jpg" target="_torchy"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i579.photobucket.com/albums/ss235/torchyspics/24-03.jpg" style="padding: 0px; margin: 0px; border-width: 0px; display: block" onmouseover="this.src='http://i579.photobucket.com/albums/ss235/torchyspics/s03.jpg'" onmouseout="this.src='http://i579.photobucket.com/albums/ss235/torchyspics/24-03.jpg'"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://i579.photobucket.com/albums/ss235/torchyspics/l04.jpg" target="_torchy"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i579.photobucket.com/albums/ss235/torchyspics/24-04.jpg" style="padding: 0px; margin: 0px; border-width: 0px; display: block" onmouseover="this.src='http://i579.photobucket.com/albums/ss235/torchyspics/s04.jpg'" onmouseout="this.src='http://i579.photobucket.com/albums/ss235/torchyspics/24-04.jpg'"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://i579.photobucket.com/albums/ss235/torchyspics/l05.jpg" target="_torchy"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i579.photobucket.com/albums/ss235/torchyspics/24-05.jpg" style="padding: 0px; margin: 0px; border-width: 0px; display: block" onmouseover="this.src='http://i579.photobucket.com/albums/ss235/torchyspics/s05.jpg'" onmouseout="this.src='http://i579.photobucket.com/albums/ss235/torchyspics/24-05.jpg'"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://i579.photobucket.com/albums/ss235/torchyspics/l06.jpg" target="_torchy"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i579.photobucket.com/albums/ss235/torchyspics/24-06.jpg" style="padding: 0px; margin: 0px; border-width: 0px; display: block" onmouseover="this.src='http://i579.photobucket.com/albums/ss235/torchyspics/s06.jpg'" onmouseout="this.src='http://i579.photobucket.com/albums/ss235/torchyspics/24-06.jpg'"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://i579.photobucket.com/albums/ss235/torchyspics/l07-1.jpg" target="_torchy"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i579.photobucket.com/albums/ss235/torchyspics/24-07.jpg" style="padding: 0px; margin: 0px; border-width: 0px; display: block" onmouseover="this.src='http://i579.photobucket.com/albums/ss235/torchyspics/s07-1.jpg'" onmouseout="this.src='http://i579.photobucket.com/albums/ss235/torchyspics/24-07.jpg'"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://i579.photobucket.com/albums/ss235/torchyspics/l08.jpg" target="_torchy"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i579.photobucket.com/albums/ss235/torchyspics/24-08.jpg" style="padding: 0px; margin: 0px; border-width: 0px; display: block" onmouseover="this.src='http://i579.photobucket.com/albums/ss235/torchyspics/s08.jpg'" onmouseout="this.src='http://i579.photobucket.com/albums/ss235/torchyspics/24-08.jpg'"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://i579.photobucket.com/albums/ss235/torchyspics/l09.jpg" target="_torchy"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i579.photobucket.com/albums/ss235/torchyspics/24-09.jpg" style="padding: 0px; margin: 0px; border-width: 0px; display: block" onmouseover="this.src='http://i579.photobucket.com/albums/ss235/torchyspics/s09.jpg'" onmouseout="this.src='http://i579.photobucket.com/albums/ss235/torchyspics/24-09.jpg'"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the pics are hosted on photobucket so may load a bit slower than usual. have patience :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this concludes the advent calendar series. hope you've enjoyed the pics and they haven't offended your religious sensibilities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'd better get on with getting ready for christmas now. having to clear up a shattered bottle of mulled wine off the kitchen floor, and then breaking the mop has set me back a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;I&gt;torchy!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[&gt;_&lt;]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4817065462510897888-2842176106129539894?l=torchyboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://torchyboy.blogspot.com/feeds/2842176106129539894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4817065462510897888&amp;postID=2842176106129539894&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4817065462510897888/posts/default/2842176106129539894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4817065462510897888/posts/default/2842176106129539894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://torchyboy.blogspot.com/2007/12/last-window.html' title='last window'/><author><name>torchy!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01017957314245518030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_72z3PduvaEk/SjGZfI9kyzI/AAAAAAAAAoU/JGVorjemZd0/S220/t!+600px+square.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4817065462510897888.post-6332696254708530939</id><published>2010-12-24T10:10:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-12-24T10:14:22.674Z</updated><title type='text'>bloggiversary</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_72z3PduvaEk/TRRwQwYX6mI/AAAAAAAABrs/VXM83eGiSlc/s1600/birthday-cake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 225px; height: 225px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_72z3PduvaEk/TRRwQwYX6mI/AAAAAAAABrs/VXM83eGiSlc/s400/birthday-cake.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554187673622014562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yup - it's that time of year again. the second anniversary of this blog. i've changed a lot in those two years, particularly this last one. can't see it lasting another year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_72z3PduvaEk/TQ3Pxn32w3I/AAAAAAAABpQ/rJzKOQawz7M/s1600/23%2Bcopy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 284px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_72z3PduvaEk/SzKqBjwJo9I/AAAAAAAABOs/8o_gLZp8Wto/s400/23-rockefeller_center_christmas_tree1229895216.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418580251908515682" onmouseover="this.src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_72z3PduvaEk/TQ3Pxn32w3I/AAAAAAAABpQ/rJzKOQawz7M/s400/23%2Bcopy.jpg'" onmouseout="this.src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_72z3PduvaEk/SzKqBjwJo9I/AAAAAAAABOs/8o_gLZp8Wto/s400/23-rockefeller_center_christmas_tree1229895216.jpg'" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yeah. happy bloggiversary to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;torchy!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps. you'll notice the click-pic has a 't!' logo. thats' coz i spent more than a few mins work on this. i'm not claiming ownership or copyright of the original pic, altho the work that went into this derivative is mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you're interested, here's the original. which do you prefer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_72z3PduvaEk/TRRxuU9fH3I/AAAAAAAABr0/xUuVaAMEza0/s1600/23-orig.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 284px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_72z3PduvaEk/TRRxuU9fH3I/AAAAAAAABr0/xUuVaAMEza0/s400/23-orig.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554189281169186674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[&gt;_&lt;]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4817065462510897888-6332696254708530939?l=torchyboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://torchyboy.blogspot.com/feeds/6332696254708530939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4817065462510897888&amp;postID=6332696254708530939&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4817065462510897888/posts/default/6332696254708530939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4817065462510897888/posts/default/6332696254708530939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://torchyboy.blogspot.com/2010/12/bloggiversary.html' title='bloggiversary'/><author><name>torchy!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01017957314245518030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_72z3PduvaEk/SjGZfI9kyzI/AAAAAAAAAoU/JGVorjemZd0/S220/t!+600px+square.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_72z3PduvaEk/TRRwQwYX6mI/AAAAAAAABrs/VXM83eGiSlc/s72-c/birthday-cake.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4817065462510897888.post-1660057917403859309</id><published>2010-12-24T10:02:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-12-24T10:04:00.041Z</updated><title type='text'>22</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_72z3PduvaEk/TQzaEBiC-hI/AAAAAAAABpI/_MP8O6-3dMc/s1600/22.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_72z3PduvaEk/SzF2Z_PEQLI/AAAAAAAABNk/o6yaqFcytfI/s400/22-christmas-tree-rockefeller-center.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412238535079310801" onmouseover="this.src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_72z3PduvaEk/TQzaEBiC-hI/AAAAAAAABpI/_MP8O6-3dMc/s400/22.jpg'" onmouseout="this.src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_72z3PduvaEk/SzF2Z_PEQLI/AAAAAAAABNk/o6yaqFcytfI/s400/22-christmas-tree-rockefeller-center.jpg'" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;click or mouseover it!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to a carol service in a country barn disevening. it was very rustic and enjoyable, except given the number of people rammed in there, you'd think they could sing a bit louder. and i couldn't really hear the rev/mc - he needs a megaphone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we got a glass of mulled wine on the way in too. after that it was off to a country pub for a steak meal. couldn't believe how empty the place was - i thought it'd be heaving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;having a carol sing-song reminds me of when i was 17/18/19 or so. every year my best mate and i used to go to our other best mate in a village outside of Bristol. we'd go down the pub on christmas eve, get hammered, then we always thought it was a brilliant idea to go to the church for the midnight carol service. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;looking back i'm shocked at my behaviour, it must have been so annoying for the locals *hangs head in retrospective shame*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;torchy!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps. a few people have made guesses about my cock, predominantly on the top line. i ain't giving any clues. i reckon most of you are just reeling from the horror of it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[&gt;_&lt;]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4817065462510897888-1660057917403859309?l=torchyboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://torchyboy.blogspot.com/feeds/1660057917403859309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4817065462510897888&amp;postID=1660057917403859309&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4817065462510897888/posts/default/1660057917403859309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4817065462510897888/posts/default/1660057917403859309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://torchyboy.blogspot.com/2010/12/22.html' title='22'/><author><name>torchy!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01017957314245518030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_72z3PduvaEk/SjGZfI9kyzI/AAAAAAAAAoU/JGVorjemZd0/S220/t!+600px+square.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_72z3PduvaEk/SzF2Z_PEQLI/AAAAAAAABNk/o6yaqFcytfI/s72-c/22-christmas-tree-rockefeller-center.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4817065462510897888.post-4857664406545590908</id><published>2010-12-23T17:55:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-12-23T17:58:12.399Z</updated><title type='text'>perfect cock</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_72z3PduvaEk/TQzZoRveSBI/AAAAAAAABpA/0jq3hChEzXA/s1600/21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267x; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_72z3PduvaEk/Sy_gyiXdQfI/AAAAAAAABMU/idu4wCC19M4/s400/21-christmas-tree-with-presents.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412238535079310801" onmouseover="this.src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_72z3PduvaEk/TQzZoRveSBI/AAAAAAAABpA/0jq3hChEzXA/s400/21.jpg'" onmouseout="this.src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_72z3PduvaEk/Sy_gyiXdQfI/AAAAAAAABMU/idu4wCC19M4/s400/21-christmas-tree-with-presents.jpg'" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;click or mouseover it!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ugh i'm so behind with the advent calendar this year, sorry. so busy busy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finished work on tuesday, and i really fancied meeting up with someone, *anyone*, that evening, altho i didn't have much time. no one i knew seemed to be online tho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;luckily, a guy who i met in august (which will be the subject of a future post), and who i've chatted to off and on since april, msg'd me saying 'coffee?'. for some reason we'd never managed to meet up since then. anyways, we met at waterloo starbucks for a coffee and chat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i like him, he's quite touchy-feely. it was really noisy in there and my hearing is fckn useless with a lot of ambient noise, so i was having to lean in close to hear him, and he kept putting his hand on my knee :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was only a coffee and chat for an hour or so before we went our separate ways. hopefully we'll meet up again in jan. one of the things he said was that i have 'the perfect cock' hehe. i'm not quite sure how he knows (although i guess it could be from some of the pics and our meeting in august maybe :P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, i don't actually think i do have the perfect cock, at least by my definition (which i'm not gonna describe here coz it's too hard (:P) to put into words. and everyone has their own opinions and definitions too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;over the months since i've been on grindr, quite a few people have been kind enough (lol) to send me pics of their cocks for some reason. i've said before that a pic of an isolated cock doesn't actually do a lot for me, but it doesn't seem to deter them. it's just possible i might have sent some back too xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know you've all been clamouring for a pic of my cock for yonks, so now's your chance. one of the cocks in this mosaic is mine. umm, in actual fact it could even be two - coz there's another one that looks mighty familiar too lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all you have to do is pick out the most perfect cock in the mosaic, and that one is mine. maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_72z3PduvaEk/TROEwZs7c7I/AAAAAAAABrk/OD0rFhJwwLk/s1600/final-half%2Bcopy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_72z3PduvaEk/TROEwZs7c7I/AAAAAAAABrk/OD0rFhJwwLk/s400/final-half%2Bcopy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553928732545872818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;erection perfection... &lt;i&gt;torchy!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps. i'm probs gonna be too shy to own up to which cock is mine, but if you wanna guess, just give me the row and the column as coordinates. top left = (1,1), bottom right = (5,4)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[&gt;_&lt;]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4817065462510897888-4857664406545590908?l=torchyboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://torchyboy.blogspot.com/feeds/4857664406545590908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4817065462510897888&amp;postID=4857664406545590908&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4817065462510897888/posts/default/4857664406545590908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4817065462510897888/posts/default/4857664406545590908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://torchyboy.blogspot.com/2010/12/perfect-cock.html' title='perfect cock'/><author><name>torchy!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01017957314245518030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_72z3PduvaEk/SjGZfI9kyzI/AAAAAAAAAoU/JGVorjemZd0/S220/t!+600px+square.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_72z3PduvaEk/Sy_gyiXdQfI/AAAAAAAABMU/idu4wCC19M4/s72-c/21-christmas-tree-with-presents.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4817065462510897888.post-4660952145185261837</id><published>2010-12-21T20:23:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-12-21T20:25:16.829Z</updated><title type='text'>exfoliate</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_72z3PduvaEk/TQ3SfjboiDI/AAAAAAAABpY/sOU18UfnpMI/s1600/20.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 284px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_72z3PduvaEk/TQ3SfgyY9TI/AAAAAAAABpg/P54FZ1a2jh8/s400/xmas-20.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412238535079310801" onmouseover="this.src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_72z3PduvaEk/TQ3SfjboiDI/AAAAAAAABpY/sOU18UfnpMI/s400/20.jpg'" onmouseout="this.src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_72z3PduvaEk/TQ3SfgyY9TI/AAAAAAAABpg/P54FZ1a2jh8/s400/xmas-20.jpg'" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;click or mouseover it!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"that's coz you were too busy sucking cock", he said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd been chatting to the only other guy in the steamroom and I'd just remarked that the ceiling vent was hanging at an odd angle. when he'd said it was like it yesterday, I'd replied that I hadn't noticed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he's totally not my type and had ignored him, as you do, when I'd entered that day. he was sitting in the corner with his towel *very* loosely draped and with his feet up. I'd already sussed from a previous visit that he was up for it, but I'm a fussy fukka. no, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as I entered, I could see thru the steam there was someone else sitting there. I sat along from corner-guy, opposite the other, 'hot-guy'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I picked up the vibe immediately from the way hot-guy looked and the position of his towel and his hands - in his lap, subtly moving, with his legs apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I held his eye contact and we looked at each others crotch. i was mirroring his hand movements, and was hard within a few seconds. although I hadn't looked at corner-guy, I could see in my peripheral vision that he was making obvious hand movements too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hot-guy was mixed race, mid-30s, not amazingly good looking or mega fit, but there was something about him that got me horny. his cock was out from under his towel now and he was slowly wanking it. I followed suit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we were staring at each other, alternating between looking at eyes and then cock. I wasn't gonna do anything uninvited (like before, oops :O), so I made a motion with my hand which I hoped would be interpreted correctly, and luckily it was. I crossed over and sat next to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we took each others cocks and wanked them. it was obvs he wanted to kiss me, but I smiled and shook my head. then went down on him as consolation :D he rested his hand on my head and just about managed to carry on wanking me while I sucked him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;every few seconds we'd look up, especially if we heard a noise, but corner guy was keeping a lookout for us, saying 'it's ok, there's no one there, just enjoy each other'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came up for air, then he went down on me for a bit, while i ran my fingers thru his hair and stroked his back. when he came up for air, he kinda looked at me and the next thing we were sucking face, stroking each others chest and stomach, and tweaking nips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;corner-guy then came over and started sucking my cock. that was pretty good, but he needs to go easy with the teeth! lol. still - it's always good to exfoliate your cock once in a while! hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me and the hot guy carried on sucking, wanking and snogging for a few mins more, while I was massaging his nuts and perineum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at one point corner-guy was sitting down and said why don't you both shoot over me, but we didn't wanna move.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hot-guy came while he wanked, and I followed a few seconds later. we deep-snogged again, then he got up, smiled, tweaked my knee, fixed his towel and left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I left right behind and thanked corner-guy for keeping a lookout for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that was so hot! I've never seen him before, but I deffo wouldn't mind a repeat performance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;busy sucking sock... &lt;i&gt;torchy!&lt;/I&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps. true or false?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pps. thanks for your responses to my 'would you' post. it's heartening to get such positive feedback.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[&gt;_&lt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4817065462510897888-4660952145185261837?l=torchyboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://torchyboy.blogspot.com/feeds/4660952145185261837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4817065462510897888&amp;postID=4660952145185261837&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4817065462510897888/posts/default/4660952145185261837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4817065462510897888/posts/default/4660952145185261837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://torchyboy.blogspot.com/2010/12/exfoliate.html' title='exfoliate'/><author><name>torchy!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01017957314245518030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_72z3PduvaEk/SjGZfI9kyzI/AAAAAAAAAoU/JGVorjemZd0/S220/t!+600px+square.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_72z3PduvaEk/TQ3SfgyY9TI/AAAAAAAABpg/P54FZ1a2jh8/s72-c/xmas-20.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4817065462510897888.post-1418195174283729303</id><published>2010-12-21T08:46:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-12-21T08:48:57.550Z</updated><title type='text'>would you?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_72z3PduvaEk/TQ_eCt0JpkI/AAAAAAAABq0/hwMZJIft-2Q/s1600/19.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 287px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_72z3PduvaEk/Syl3Q1H8avI/AAAAAAAABLk/IXHEVQfGCbg/s400/19-gareth-pugh-christmas-tree.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415991155686551010" onmouseover="this.src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_72z3PduvaEk/TQ_eCt0JpkI/AAAAAAAABq0/hwMZJIft-2Q/s400/19.jpg'" onmouseout="this.src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_72z3PduvaEk/Syl3Q1H8avI/AAAAAAAABLk/IXHEVQfGCbg/s400/19-gareth-pugh-christmas-tree.jpg'" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;click or mouseover it!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if there was a cure for being gay, would you want it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by 'cure', I mean some actual proper scientific cure, not some hokey bullshit prayer group or brainwashing sessions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm talking about a pill or procedure or something that actually changes you, so you're authentically attracted to females and not males. no side-effects, 100% effective and permanent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;would you want it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it ain't gonna be easy getting this genie back in the bottle though&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4817065462510897888-1418195174283729303?l=torchyboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://torchyboy.blogspot.com/feeds/1418195174283729303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4817065462510897888&amp;postID=1418195174283729303&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4817065462510897888/posts/default/1418195174283729303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4817065462510897888/posts/default/1418195174283729303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://torchyboy.blogspot.com/2010/12/would-you.html' title='would you?'/><author><name>torchy!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01017957314245518030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_72z3PduvaEk/SjGZfI9kyzI/AAAAAAAAAoU/JGVorjemZd0/S220/t!+600px+square.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_72z3PduvaEk/Syl3Q1H8avI/AAAAAAAABLk/IXHEVQfGCbg/s72-c/19-gareth-pugh-christmas-tree.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4817065462510897888.post-4624459988581307230</id><published>2010-12-20T22:58:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-12-20T22:59:52.814Z</updated><title type='text'>18 - mono #9</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_72z3PduvaEk/TQ3VQYJbR8I/AAAAAAAABpo/RKt7mhtPrKE/s1600/18.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 440px; height: 285px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_72z3PduvaEk/TQ3VQ_irLKI/AAAAAAAABpw/PjsQkpsEDfI/s400/xmas-18.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412238535079310801" onmouseover="this.src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_72z3PduvaEk/TQ3VQYJbR8I/AAAAAAAABpo/RKt7mhtPrKE/s400/18.jpg'" onmouseout="this.src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_72z3PduvaEk/TQ3VQ_irLKI/AAAAAAAABpw/PjsQkpsEDfI/s400/xmas-18.jpg'" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;click or mouseover it!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more rejects...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_72z3PduvaEk/TQ_fMD9VrrI/AAAAAAAABrc/aQsIU5VrRf8/s1600/tumblr_kwbel42PXr1qzyyyno1_1280.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_72z3PduvaEk/TQ_fMD9VrrI/AAAAAAAABrc/aQsIU5VrRf8/s400/tumblr_kwbel42PXr1qzyyyno1_1280.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552902263885115058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_72z3PduvaEk/TQ_fL-pHggI/AAAAAAAABrU/mcAfs975yE0/s1600/IMG_6162.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 291px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_72z3PduvaEk/TQ_fL-pHggI/AAAAAAAABrU/mcAfs975yE0/s400/IMG_6162.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552902262458122754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_72z3PduvaEk/TQ_fLvj852I/AAAAAAAABrM/Xcl5gMvJHmY/s1600/IMG_6040.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_72z3PduvaEk/TQ_fLvj852I/AAAAAAAABrM/Xcl5gMvJHmY/s400/IMG_6040.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552902258409924450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_72z3PduvaEk/TQ_fLvC6kpI/AAAAAAAABrE/Wi1J4AJL96Q/s1600/IMG_5934.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 283px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_72z3PduvaEk/TQ_fLvC6kpI/AAAAAAAABrE/Wi1J4AJL96Q/s400/IMG_5934.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552902258271359634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_72z3PduvaEk/TQ_fLJyn8FI/AAAAAAAABq8/lgx0xbTW3v0/s1600/19.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 225px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_72z3PduvaEk/TQ_fLJyn8FI/AAAAAAAABq8/lgx0xbTW3v0/s400/19.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552902248270917714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;better than my ramblings though, eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;torchy!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[&gt;_&lt;]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4817065462510897888-4624459988581307230?l=torchyboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://torchyboy.blogspot.com/feeds/4624459988581307230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4817065462510897888&amp;postID=4624459988581307230&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4817065462510897888/posts/default/4624459988581307230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4817065462510897888/posts/default/4624459988581307230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://torchyboy.blogspot.com/2010/12/18-mono-9.html' title='18 - mono #9'/><author><name>torchy!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01017957314245518030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_72z3PduvaEk/SjGZfI9kyzI/AAAAAAAAAoU/JGVorjemZd0/S220/t!+600px+square.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_72z3PduvaEk/TQ3VQ_irLKI/AAAAAAAABpw/PjsQkpsEDfI/s72-c/xmas-18.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4817065462510897888.post-4233191757907018999</id><published>2010-12-20T21:25:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-12-20T21:26:23.994Z</updated><title type='text'>17 - (fiveplay)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_72z3PduvaEk/TQlPRD3k_VI/AAAAAAAABo4/tODF9iXQz5M/s1600/17.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 440px; height: 440px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_72z3PduvaEk/TQlPRKkizYI/AAAAAAAABow/K9OxnnyKZJ0/s400/xmas-17.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412238535079310801" onmouseover="this.src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_72z3PduvaEk/TQlPRD3k_VI/AAAAAAAABo4/tODF9iXQz5M/s400/17.jpg'" onmouseout="this.src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_72z3PduvaEk/TQlPRKkizYI/AAAAAAAABow/K9OxnnyKZJ0/s400/xmas-17.jpg'" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;click or mouseover it!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bit of catching up to do. so here's some gratuitous nakedness... rejects from the advent calendar if you will...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_72z3PduvaEk/TQ_JyJtMrZI/AAAAAAAABqs/gLy9DOo-83M/s1600/IMG_6153.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_72z3PduvaEk/TQ_JyJtMrZI/AAAAAAAABqs/gLy9DOo-83M/s400/IMG_6153.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552878729007246738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_72z3PduvaEk/TQ_JxoCPnEI/AAAAAAAABqk/_OXbTW_tTyo/s1600/IMG_6154.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_72z3PduvaEk/TQ_JxoCPnEI/AAAAAAAABqk/_OXbTW_tTyo/s400/IMG_6154.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552878719968713794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_72z3PduvaEk/TQ_JxVW695I/AAAAAAAABqc/WfYtYfKJTtg/s1600/07.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_72z3PduvaEk/TQ_JxVW695I/AAAAAAAABqc/WfYtYfKJTtg/s400/07.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552878714955167634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_72z3PduvaEk/TQ_JwgW035I/AAAAAAAABqU/QSBLxcE3cEU/s1600/IMG_6031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 376px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_72z3PduvaEk/TQ_JwgW035I/AAAAAAAABqU/QSBLxcE3cEU/s400/IMG_6031.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552878700727689106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_72z3PduvaEk/TQ_JwJloG1I/AAAAAAAABqM/3KiS1scYuM0/s1600/IMG_6265.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 235px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_72z3PduvaEk/TQ_JwJloG1I/AAAAAAAABqM/3KiS1scYuM0/s400/IMG_6265.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552878694615751506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;torchy!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[&gt;_&lt;]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4817065462510897888-4233191757907018999?l=torchyboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://torchyboy.blogspot.com/feeds/4233191757907018999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4817065462510897888&amp;postID=4233191757907018999&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4817065462510897888/posts/default/4233191757907018999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4817065462510897888/posts/default/4233191757907018999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://torchyboy.blogspot.com/2010/12/17-fiveplay.html' title='17 - (fiveplay)'/><author><name>torchy!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01017957314245518030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_72z3PduvaEk/SjGZfI9kyzI/AAAAAAAAAoU/JGVorjemZd0/S220/t!+600px+square.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_72z3PduvaEk/TQlPRKkizYI/AAAAAAAABow/K9OxnnyKZJ0/s72-c/xmas-17.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4817065462510897888.post-2567305450103414391</id><published>2010-12-17T20:28:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-12-17T20:39:05.946Z</updated><title type='text'>sneaky pic fail</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_72z3PduvaEk/TQlPLDw31LI/AAAAAAAABog/8qVS9HaoR_Y/s1600/16.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 440px; height: 440px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_72z3PduvaEk/TQlPLqvJBqI/AAAAAAAABoo/bVFrXNNCwuw/s400/xmas-16.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412238535079310801" onmouseover="this.src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_72z3PduvaEk/TQlPLDw31LI/AAAAAAAABog/8qVS9HaoR_Y/s400/16.jpg'" onmouseout="this.src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_72z3PduvaEk/TQlPLqvJBqI/AAAAAAAABoo/bVFrXNNCwuw/s400/xmas-16.jpg'" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;click or mouseover it!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had a group meeting at work yesterday. a video conference between London, India and another location in Europe. the meeting was about 10 minutes late starting, so for that time there were 3 rooms full of ppl, (the other 2 showing on the big plasma screen). no one was talking, and we just like staring at each other. it was like some weird social experiment or a weird interactive art installation that you might see at the Tate Modern or Epcot Center or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the trick of meetings like that is to try to stay out of view of the camera so at least only the ppl in your own country can see you nodding off, and they should be used to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i didn't recognise half the ppl in my room, coz I don't sit with the rest of my project group which has plus and minus points tbh. anyways, one of the guys in the meeting looked a lot like guy A from last Tuesday's steamroom encounter. I hope it isn't him but I'm fckn hopeless with faces so I can't be sure :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was nice to see the Indians on screen, albeit at low rez, I think I blogged about the cute couple of indians who were in london a while back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at the last group meeting I sat next to the cutest one of the two. only had one proper chat with him but it felt really intense, with the way he was looking into my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on their last day in London, they were in the office in their travelling clothes and he looked totally yummy in his jeans and t-shirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to get a sneaky pic of him as something to &lt;strike&gt;wank to&lt;/strike&gt; remember him by, as one does. totally failed tho :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so I've managed to miss both of the office Christmas parties. last night's coz it clashed with something I'd already arranged, and I didn't reply to the invite in time for the other one, would you believe coz I hadn't realised I worked for the department head who was hosting it. sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd intended to write a post on the train home yesterday, and I'd just sat down at waterloo when this laydee said 'coo-eee torchy'. she sat next to me and talked for the whole journey. she moved out of the area a few months ago and I'd barely spoken two words to her before yesterday! I can now give you a pretty good assessment of independent boarding schools in Surrey now, and a rundown of the problems obtaining planning permission from her local authority lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that explain why the pic up there is 16. I cba to change it. I've got a 17 prepared, but imma stopping there coz I think the novelty has worn off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;something to wank to... &lt;I&gt;torchy!&lt;/I&gt;&lt;/b&gt;  (yeah right)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[&gt;_&lt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4817065462510897888-2567305450103414391?l=torchyboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://torchyboy.blogspot.com/feeds/2567305450103414391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4817065462510897888&amp;postID=2567305450103414391&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4817065462510897888/posts/default/2567305450103414391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4817065462510897888/posts/default/2567305450103414391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://torchyboy.blogspot.com/2010/12/sneaky-pic-fail.html' title='sneaky pic fail'/><author><name>torchy!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01017957314245518030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_72z3PduvaEk/SjGZfI9kyzI/AAAAAAAAAoU/JGVorjemZd0/S220/t!+600px+square.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_72z3PduvaEk/TQlPLqvJBqI/AAAAAAAABoo/bVFrXNNCwuw/s72-c/xmas-16.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4817065462510897888.post-3639791257674481344</id><published>2010-12-15T21:22:00.001Z</published><updated>2010-12-15T21:22:55.646Z</updated><title type='text'>cockpic</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_72z3PduvaEk/TQS48_-U5eI/AAAAAAAABoQ/6LE__IxJ1_Q/s1600/15.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 440px; height: 330px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_72z3PduvaEk/TQS4894bPTI/AAAAAAAABoI/KBqzRgEqadU/s400/xmas-15.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412238535079310801" onmouseover="this.src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_72z3PduvaEk/TQS48_-U5eI/AAAAAAAABoQ/6LE__IxJ1_Q/s400/15.jpg'" onmouseout="this.src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_72z3PduvaEk/TQS4894bPTI/AAAAAAAABoI/KBqzRgEqadU/s400/xmas-15.jpg'" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;click or mouseover it!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you've been following me on twitter (and reading my tweets), you'll have seen I've posted a few youtube vids lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one of them was a medley or Portuguese doors and windows - photos I took on holiday back in july. not that I'm a creature of habit or anything, but I'm going back to the same place next summer. it's easy and cheap coz the apartment is owned by my neighbours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, while I was collating all the door and window pics for the slideshow, I remembered that I'd visited the plane cockpit on both flights. well actualy it was on the ground with the engines off but it was still well cool. I had to elbow all these kids out of the way when there was an announcement asking if anyone wanted to visit :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehe so I guess the post title has a typo ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...or maybe not...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd just got into bed a couple of nights ago and was saying goodnight to all my (pretend) buddies, including the Asian guy from Fridays train. seems I'd caught him in the middle of wanking, and he asked for some pics to 'help him on his way'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;apparently Portuguese doors weren't all that appropriate, so I sent him rudey cock pics. yes - I have no shame. and that isn't news to you either, I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after sending a couple, he's like 'more pics!' and i was thinking how many different pics is it possible to get of a cock ffs?!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's quite flattering to know that someone is wanking to a pic of my cock. it's also a bit of a mystery to me tho, coz only about 5% of the cocks I see get me a-tingling. for 90% I'm like 'wot-evaaa', and for the remaining 16% it's ewww!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's an idea - send me pics of your cock and I'll grade it for you! LOL (kidding!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was horny as hell today and frustrated all the way. Monday's cutey just wants friendship (which presumably means doesn't want any contact at all *sigh*). hey, if you're reading this*, prove me wrong please, coz you're gawjuss! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got stood up by a grindr guy at lunchtime - bastard was probably too cowardly to tell me, but we'll see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway at least I salvaged something out of the day by running 5k on a rare gym visit after work. it's not getting any easier but I am getting slightly quicker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;horny as hell... &lt;I&gt;torchy!&lt;/I&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps. how many different cock pics? I managed 14 and one video :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pps. note to self: next time, remember to disable the iphone flash to prevent a huge cock-shaped shadow flashing up on my curtains for the whole street to see. (no, I'm not *that* big - it's the angle, you see)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ppps. why on earth would Monday's cutey be reading this, you ask? pretty unlikely admittedly, but I did accidentally mail him from my torchy email addy, which would probs link to here on a google search.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pppps. there is no pppps&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[&gt;_&lt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4817065462510897888-3639791257674481344?l=torchyboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://torchyboy.blogspot.com/feeds/3639791257674481344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4817065462510897888&amp;postID=3639791257674481344&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4817065462510897888/posts/default/3639791257674481344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4817065462510897888/posts/default/3639791257674481344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://torchyboy.blogspot.com/2010/12/cockpic.html' title='cockpic'/><author><name>torchy!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01017957314245518030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_72z3PduvaEk/SjGZfI9kyzI/AAAAAAAAAoU/JGVorjemZd0/S220/t!+600px+square.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_72z3PduvaEk/TQS4894bPTI/AAAAAAAABoI/KBqzRgEqadU/s72-c/xmas-15.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4817065462510897888.post-8521226708643350900</id><published>2010-12-14T23:56:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-12-15T00:00:07.889Z</updated><title type='text'>14</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_72z3PduvaEk/TQS4dUzF18I/AAAAAAAABn4/XWXfdiTNsDY/s1600/14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 440px; height: 330px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_72z3PduvaEk/TQS4djFOn5I/AAAAAAAABoA/NsUjH1TwP9w/s400/xmas-14.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412238535079310801" onmouseover="this.src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_72z3PduvaEk/TQS4dUzF18I/AAAAAAAABn4/XWXfdiTNsDY/s400/14.jpg'" onmouseout="this.src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_72z3PduvaEk/TQS4djFOn5I/AAAAAAAABoA/NsUjH1TwP9w/s400/xmas-14.jpg'" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;click or mouseover it!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;too busy to blog, sorry&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4817065462510897888-8521226708643350900?l=torchyboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://torchyboy.blogspot.com/feeds/8521226708643350900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4817065462510897888&amp;postID=8521226708643350900&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4817065462510897888/posts/default/8521226708643350900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4817065462510897888/posts/default/8521226708643350900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://torchyboy.blogspot.com/2010/12/14.html' title='14'/><author><name>torchy!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01017957314245518030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_72z3PduvaEk/SjGZfI9kyzI/AAAAAAAAAoU/JGVorjemZd0/S220/t!+600px+square.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_72z3PduvaEk/TQS4djFOn5I/AAAAAAAABoA/NsUjH1TwP9w/s72-c/xmas-14.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4817065462510897888.post-6657799694877852071</id><published>2010-12-13T19:50:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-12-13T19:52:12.959Z</updated><title type='text'>um wow</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_72z3PduvaEk/TQS4FRegRpI/AAAAAAAABno/DwdDl2rISwo/s1600/13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 440px; height: 330px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_72z3PduvaEk/TQS4FnAWrGI/AAAAAAAABnw/0oyWj4sDHrA/s400/xmas-13.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412238535079310801" onmouseover="this.src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_72z3PduvaEk/TQS4FRegRpI/AAAAAAAABno/DwdDl2rISwo/s400/13.jpg'" onmouseout="this.src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_72z3PduvaEk/TQS4FnAWrGI/AAAAAAAABnw/0oyWj4sDHrA/s400/xmas-13.jpg'" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;click or mouseover it!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you're just gonna get bored to tears if I talk about grindr all the time. but that's not gonna stop me, coz it's about all I've got to talk about. hah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;update on Asian guy from Friday: since I saw him on the train he's been much more chatty than before, and msgs me several times a day. just kinda inconsequential stuff, but I like that. I can't be doing with a convo that is just sex. I much prefer friendly convos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's shitloads of guys near where I work:  the furthest is only goes about 300m! most of them either don't wanna talk to me or are &lt;strike&gt;fuglies&lt;/strike&gt; not entirely to my taste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so this morning I had a 'hi' from a blank-picture guy. no 'bio' details either. uh-oh this doesn't look promising, I thought, but I'm still polite, so we exchanged a few msgs. after he'd sent his vital signs (which ticked all the boxes), we exchanged face pics. oooh yummy :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he seemed pretty keen to meet up for a coffee and normally I like to get to know guys for a while before I'd agree to meet. but frankly, using grindr can be such a challenge at work, that I thought sod it, might as well meet up coz it's gonna be a lot easier to get to know someone chatting face to face than msging each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to the gym at lunchtime and ran 5k. I srsly need to get onto my marathon training again. quick sauna and steam after (no rudeys! lol). I was still out of the office for about 1.5hrs. gonna be much harder training than last year :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was all set to meet this guy wed lunchtime, but meh, no time like the present, and he was really keen, so I left early and met up with him for coffee. the Starbucks we were out was just closing so we got takeouts and walked all the way to Waterloo. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he. is. gorgeous. :D he seems incredibly sweet and dead easy to chat to too. it's quite annoying how few dark areas there are on that route! lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hope I get to see 'more' of him soon :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;much harder... &lt;I&gt;torchy!&lt;/I&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps. i knew it was a mistake to publish this in a hurry! WHOOPS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[&gt;_&lt;]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4817065462510897888-6657799694877852071?l=torchyboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://torchyboy.blogspot.com/feeds/6657799694877852071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4817065462510897888&amp;postID=6657799694877852071&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4817065462510897888/posts/default/6657799694877852071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4817065462510897888/posts/default/6657799694877852071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://torchyboy.blogspot.com/2010/12/um-wow.html' title='um wow'/><author><name>torchy!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01017957314245518030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_72z3PduvaEk/SjGZfI9kyzI/AAAAAAAAAoU/JGVorjemZd0/S220/t!+600px+square.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_72z3PduvaEk/TQS4FnAWrGI/AAAAAAAABnw/0oyWj4sDHrA/s72-c/xmas-13.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4817065462510897888.post-6969200120420485856</id><published>2010-12-12T11:59:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-12-13T00:05:25.834Z</updated><title type='text'>train encounter</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_72z3PduvaEk/TQNWSgD3rHI/AAAAAAAABnY/JDrRcNEBfn0/s1600/12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 450px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_72z3PduvaEk/TQNWScl-uFI/AAAAAAAABnQ/ydzJEYxCUEs/s400/xmas-12.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412238535079310801" onmouseover="this.src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_72z3PduvaEk/TQNWSgD3rHI/AAAAAAAABnY/JDrRcNEBfn0/s400/12.jpg'" onmouseout="this.src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_72z3PduvaEk/TQNWScl-uFI/AAAAAAAABnQ/ydzJEYxCUEs/s400/xmas-12.jpg'" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;click or mouseover it!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the train home on Friday evening, I tweeted that there was a hot guy a few seats away from me. that gave me something comfy for my eyes to rest on during the journey. I could only see him thru the gap in the seats in front but he sure was nice to look at.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what I didn't mention was that two seats in front of me, and facing my direction, I'd caught the eye of a sexy 20s Asian guy. i couldn't actually much else other than his eye thru the seat gap, but unusually he held my gaze.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not used to that at all, and each time I caught his eye, it was me who broke off the gaze. it wasn't a threatening look or anything and there was something about him that seemed kinda friendly and vaguely familiar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't manage to get too many glances, or play eyeball-footsie, as I spent practically the whole train journey writing Friday's blog post. he also shifted seats to the window a few stops before I got off, so i couldn't see him then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stood to get my coat on before my stop and we looked at each other. it was so weird, just like gazing into each others eyes. I was getting my stuff together but each time i glanced back at him, he was still looking at me! I kinda broke into a smile. he gave me a friendly smile back and I suddenly thought that I might know him as a guy I'd chatted to a few weeks before on grindr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when I got back home I msg'd him, and sure enough it was :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we both thought the other looked better irl than in photos. he said 'what a great way to get to see you', 'you seem nice', and 'I like you'. I was well chuffed :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;vaguely familiar... &lt;i&gt;torchy!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[&gt;_&lt;]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4817065462510897888-6969200120420485856?l=torchyboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://torchyboy.blogspot.com/feeds/6969200120420485856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4817065462510897888&amp;postID=6969200120420485856&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4817065462510897888/posts/default/6969200120420485856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4817065462510897888/posts/default/6969200120420485856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://torchyboy.blogspot.com/2010/12/train-encounter.html' title='train encounter'/><author><name>torchy!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01017957314245518030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_72z3PduvaEk/SjGZfI9kyzI/AAAAAAAAAoU/JGVorjemZd0/S220/t!+600px+square.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_72z3PduvaEk/TQNWScl-uFI/AAAAAAAABnQ/ydzJEYxCUEs/s72-c/xmas-12.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4817065462510897888.post-3471708061318089950</id><published>2010-12-11T18:26:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-12-11T18:27:52.852Z</updated><title type='text'>shower sex is hot :P</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_72z3PduvaEk/TQNVLTBsipI/AAAAAAAABnA/0pYGqIR2yaI/s1600/11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 450px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_72z3PduvaEk/TQNVLt8iNDI/AAAAAAAABnI/azFlNEXTRzQ/s400/xmas-11.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412238535079310801" onmouseover="this.src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_72z3PduvaEk/TQNVLTBsipI/AAAAAAAABnA/0pYGqIR2yaI/s400/11.jpg'" onmouseout="this.src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_72z3PduvaEk/TQNVLt8iNDI/AAAAAAAABnI/azFlNEXTRzQ/s400/xmas-11.jpg'" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;click or mouseover it!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that is all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;torchy!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[&gt;_&lt;]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4817065462510897888-3471708061318089950?l=torchyboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://torchyboy.blogspot.com/feeds/3471708061318089950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4817065462510897888&amp;postID=3471708061318089950&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4817065462510897888/posts/default/3471708061318089950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4817065462510897888/posts/default/3471708061318089950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://torchyboy.blogspot.com/2010/12/shower-sex-is-hot-p.html' title='shower sex is hot :P'/><author><name>torchy!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01017957314245518030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_72z3PduvaEk/SjGZfI9kyzI/AAAAAAAAAoU/JGVorjemZd0/S220/t!+600px+square.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_72z3PduvaEk/TQNVLt8iNDI/AAAAAAAABnI/azFlNEXTRzQ/s72-c/xmas-11.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4817065462510897888.post-3783122931581989834</id><published>2010-12-10T23:05:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-12-10T23:06:23.960Z</updated><title type='text'>rock hard and steamy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_72z3PduvaEk/TQFlIQu4lHI/AAAAAAAABmo/9eG9EDFgdcE/s1600/10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 440px; height: 330px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_72z3PduvaEk/TQFlInqQMMI/AAAAAAAABmw/pnLnKA6nC0A/s400/xmas-10.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412238535079310801" onmouseover="this.src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_72z3PduvaEk/TQFlIQu4lHI/AAAAAAAABmo/9eG9EDFgdcE/s400/10.jpg'" onmouseout="this.src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_72z3PduvaEk/TQFlInqQMMI/AAAAAAAABmw/pnLnKA6nC0A/s400/xmas-10.jpg'" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;click or mouseover it!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, so at least a few of you expressed an interest in tuesday's doings...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's like a kind of weird courtship dance between the sauna and the steam room - 5-10 mins in one, then shower and switch to the other until you end up with guys you like the look of. at least that's what it seems like to me. but hey, I'm new to all this. I don't really know the rituals, etiquette or signals. anyways, this is how it went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_72z3PduvaEk/TQJ_4Lxw8LI/AAAAAAAABm4/DWdMWu7390E/s1600/IMG_6080.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 296px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_72z3PduvaEk/TQJ_4Lxw8LI/AAAAAAAABm4/DWdMWu7390E/s400/IMG_6080.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549138294084792498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I enter the steamroom (I was gonna be B, but I switched it to T!), to find A already there. I'd seen him briefy showering - not rly hot for me and didn't ping my gaydar. his towel is 'loose' (as was mine)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sat down with my legs up on the bench. dude C came in and sat down. neat towel, stared straight ahead the whole time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guy D came in and sat down. I'd seen him in the gym before, and he'd kinda pinged a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm always reminded of the phrase 'stolen and resented glances' in the steamroom/sauna lol. A and D seemed to be glancing a bit. I couldn't really look at D without it being rly obvious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guy E opened the door. he was carrying a towel in front of him, but as I looked round, I got a lovely view of his cock as he shut the door. big, fat and yummy (and soft btw). he sat in position E.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could sense a tension in the air (or it could've been steam lol). after a couple of mins, C got up and left. E then got up and moved to position C.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I put my legs down, so taking up less space and facing more toward the centre of the room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there was obvious interest now, as they were all looking at each other and staring at their crotches. oh btw, E had sat with his towel draped so one leg was exposed and his bits were only partially covered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E and A were glancing at me. I think they were trying to figure out if I was 'safe', I just met their gaze. everyone had their hands on their crotches, moving slightly - or even not so slightly! except E - who didn't need to: a movement caught my eye, it was his dick - kinda bouncing up and down, rock hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A and D had their hard cocks out by now, so I felt it impolite not to join in, and I was hard too :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E and A looked at each other, then A got up, grabbed E's dick and sucked it. E then stood up then did this kinda shimmy thing up against A's ass for a few secs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then they sat down and D came and sat between me and E. A was sucking E, E was wanking D, while D first wanked then sucked me :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was a fluid situation, by which I don't mean cum (yet), changing activities every few seconds whilst always keeping an eye on the door!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A stood wanking, facing E, said 'I'm gonna shoot' and he did - over E's stomach. I'd wanked D for a bit, then he took over and came. A had already gone by this stage and D did too, leaving me and E. he was still rock hard with his monster cock and cum on his tummy. he motioned for me to move up to him so I did. we took each others cocks and i was about to bend down to suck him when someone else came in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a quick guilty shuffle and rearranging of towels, and an attempt to put on an innocent look, ignoring the obviously hard cocks lifting the towels!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a couple of mins later, E and I left together, hit the showers (separately) with not another word. idk whether E came or not, but I was horny as fuck so had to wank in the shower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so that was a kind of unexpected excitement. first time my hard cock has been seen by more than one person at the same time too. *ticks off todo list*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;are all gym steamrooms like this? I mean, I haven't joined a gay one or anything :O right place at the right time I guess. I can't imagine this going on every day tho, and if it does, I'll never get any proper exercise!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so thats my story...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;blow by blow... &lt;I&gt;torchy!&lt;/I&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps. truth or fiction? you decide&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[&gt;_&lt;]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4817065462510897888-3783122931581989834?l=torchyboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://torchyboy.blogspot.com/feeds/3783122931581989834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4817065462510897888&amp;postID=3783122931581989834&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4817065462510897888/posts/default/3783122931581989834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4817065462510897888/posts/default/3783122931581989834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://torchyboy.blogspot.com/2010/12/rock-hard-and-steamy.html' title='rock hard and steamy'/><author><name>torchy!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01017957314245518030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_72z3PduvaEk/SjGZfI9kyzI/AAAAAAAAAoU/JGVorjemZd0/S220/t!+600px+square.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_72z3PduvaEk/TQFlInqQMMI/AAAAAAAABmw/pnLnKA6nC0A/s72-c/xmas-10.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4817065462510897888.post-1918230578173118277</id><published>2010-12-09T19:11:00.003Z</published><updated>2010-12-09T19:12:31.487Z</updated><title type='text'>steamy memories</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_72z3PduvaEk/TQEpjWBL2-I/AAAAAAAABmY/OQeaKnPXECc/s1600/09.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 440px; height: 330px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_72z3PduvaEk/TQEpjnih4FI/AAAAAAAABmg/cRWJSETlEPA/s400/xmas-09.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412238535079310801" onmouseover="this.src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_72z3PduvaEk/TQEpjWBL2-I/AAAAAAAABmY/OQeaKnPXECc/s400/09.jpg'" onmouseout="this.src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_72z3PduvaEk/TQEpjnih4FI/AAAAAAAABmg/cRWJSETlEPA/s400/xmas-09.jpg'" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;click or mouseover it!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do you remember... back in the old days, during my last job... I used to go to the gym almost every day on my way into work, for a sauna/steam/shower before rushing to my desk to become a perfect example of the modern city work ethic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you nay recall that I talked about sauna guy, who I seemed to see most (but only) thursdays. I can't remember if I blogged that there was one more episode to tell, or maybe I only tweeted it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, I never did blog about what happened, and tbh in the 6 months (tmrw) my memory's kinda got hazy. but that's ok, coz I wrote a load of notes at the time :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why am I blogging this now? well, coz I think it comes before a post about tuesday's sesh, and as I've got the notes already, I might as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in case you can't remember or cba to read, sauna guy is maybe in his 40s, with a beard (yuk), a nicely toned bod (yum), and has a sizeable cock :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always felt kinda uncomfortable about the way he stared at me and being the innocent (almost) soul I &lt;strike&gt;am&lt;/strike&gt; was, I never knew how to respond. i was like 'omg if we touch each other we're gonna have to settle down together' *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd read/heard about sauna fun, but in all the time I went to that gym, he was the only guy who 'stood out' (literally :D). I guess it was coz it was a works gym.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the weeks leading up to this, I'd built up my convo with him all the way up from ignoring him completely, to a shy 'hello'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enough of the waffle. here are my notes. all I've done is correct a few typos:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I sat in steam room in a corner with my legs up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;after a few mins, sg came in, said hi sat in corner opposite me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;we looked at each other and smiled&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;he started subtly playing with himself under his towel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I moved my towel slightly to show my cock&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;he moved to corner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I put legs down and moved closer to him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;he moved his towel. yummy cock rock hard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I reached over and grabbed it and wanked it a bit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;he looked at me and my cock&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;dunno what came over me, but I moved closer then bent down and took his cock in my mouth and started working it (baby. lol)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;after a bit I sat up then he had a go at mine, but I only had a semi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;we chatted for a bit. turned out he's really nice! shows how wrong I was&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I said I wasn't very expeienced at all this and told him this was my last gym visit as I was leaving. turns out he's actually a part time class instructor at the gym so it's no wonder he's fit &lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;he asked about what positions I'd like. then about fantasies - he asked if I fantasises about being fucked whilst fucking a guy. I said that didn't really feature but being fucked while sucking off a guy did :P (is that called spitroasting?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;he said even better would be that while fucking as well. lol. I said yeh but you'd need 4 ppl for that! he said 'or more' and grinned :O lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;he was getting too hot so we both nipped out for a cool shower then headed back in to the steamroom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;he wanked me, I cradled his nuts. he was playing with my hole with his finger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;we left to get a shower. he looked sound and there was no one about so we nipped into the double shower tucked away at the end of the shower room. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I was up against the wall so two pairs of feet wouldn't be visible and he was kinda backed up towards me and wanking while I had my finger then 2 fingers up his bum! lmao. I guess I shoulda been wanking him off but I can only do one thing at a time lol. anyways my hand was getting well tired so I kind parked my elbow against my hip and started using that to thrust instead. bit easier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;tbh I dunno if he came or not but he looked kinda pleased. I didn't even have a stiffy lol.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;after telling me 'you give good head', he left to get changed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I stayed showering for a bit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;i'd got myself dried with my undies on and I realised I had to go back and shower again as I was still too hot from the steaminess. had a few minutes of cold water which did the trick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I was back in the changing room and in my undies again when he came over to me, said goodbye and wished me luck. sweet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;good head... &lt;I&gt;torchy!&lt;/I&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(apparently, but idk coz I can't reach òó)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps. bear in mind that post I wrote a month or so ago which said that any description of rudeys might be fictitious. you decide :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[&gt;_&lt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4817065462510897888-1918230578173118277?l=torchyboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://torchyboy.blogspot.com/feeds/1918230578173118277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4817065462510897888&amp;postID=1918230578173118277&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4817065462510897888/posts/default/1918230578173118277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4817065462510897888/posts/default/1918230578173118277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://torchyboy.blogspot.com/2010/12/steamy-memories.html' title='steamy memories'/><author><name>torchy!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01017957314245518030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_72z3PduvaEk/SjGZfI9kyzI/AAAAAAAAAoU/JGVorjemZd0/S220/t!+600px+square.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_72z3PduvaEk/TQEpjnih4FI/AAAAAAAABmg/cRWJSETlEPA/s72-c/xmas-09.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4817065462510897888.post-3735140601785922322</id><published>2010-12-08T21:16:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-12-08T21:17:38.842Z</updated><title type='text'>indulging</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_72z3PduvaEk/TP6LygSi0MI/AAAAAAAABmQ/3YdTd4CcKFc/s1600/08.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 440px; height: 330px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_72z3PduvaEk/TP6LyllnG6I/AAAAAAAABmI/LpRoI3BGFJQ/s400/xmas-08.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412238535079310801" onmouseover="this.src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_72z3PduvaEk/TP6LygSi0MI/AAAAAAAABmQ/3YdTd4CcKFc/s400/08.jpg'" onmouseout="this.src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_72z3PduvaEk/TP6LyllnG6I/AAAAAAAABmI/LpRoI3BGFJQ/s400/xmas-08.jpg'" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;click or mouseover it!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when I got last weeks timesheet back after being approved, there was this note on it: "please note you're expected to work at least 40 hours per week". I'd booked 38.25 hrs. jeez, one tube strike and 2 snow chaos travel days and I don't get cut any slack. ok, so I could've worked a bit longer I suppose, and I did leave earlyish on Tuesday to meet up with 'a friend' :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;having joined the gym of which i spoke yesterday, I'm now wondering how the hell I'm gonna be able to find the time to actually go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got a shitload of stuff going on at home, with some immovable deadlines. one of these is a photo book I'm making for my dad's christmas pressie. I've only had all year to do it *shakes head*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had a chore to do yesterday morning which I'll probs blog about next week. I 'rewarded' myself by indulging a bit during the day: cooked brekkie, McD for lunch (only a (double) cheeseburger, no fries!), an afternoon Starbucks as well as a morning one and a nice piece of Starbucks cakey-thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and of course by 'reward', I really mean 'punish', as I do actually wanna lose weight. but frankly I'm totally shit at doing anything about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, i nearly forgot - had some sexy fun in the gym steamroom at lunchtime. I could blog about it, but you're not really interested are you? are you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;all steamed up... &lt;I&gt;torchy!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps. hooray for nested parentheses :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[&gt;_&lt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4817065462510897888-3735140601785922322?l=torchyboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://torchyboy.blogspot.com/feeds/3735140601785922322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4817065462510897888&amp;postID=3735140601785922322&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4817065462510897888/posts/default/3735140601785922322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4817065462510897888/posts/default/3735140601785922322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://torchyboy.blogspot.com/2010/12/indulging.html' title='indulging'/><author><name>torchy!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01017957314245518030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_72z3PduvaEk/SjGZfI9kyzI/AAAAAAAAAoU/JGVorjemZd0/S220/t!+600px+square.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_72z3PduvaEk/TP6LyllnG6I/AAAAAAAABmI/LpRoI3BGFJQ/s72-c/xmas-08.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4817065462510897888.post-4926199707413145942</id><published>2010-12-07T19:22:00.003Z</published><updated>2010-12-07T19:24:26.198Z</updated><title type='text'>ass in the air. again!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_72z3PduvaEk/TP6JIB3dedI/AAAAAAAABl4/47FJFtC_EM4/s1600/07.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 440px; height: 330px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_72z3PduvaEk/TP6JJASiZxI/AAAAAAAABmA/lm_zGBPnR7I/s400/xmas-07.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412238535079310801" onmouseover="this.src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_72z3PduvaEk/TP6JIB3dedI/AAAAAAAABl4/47FJFtC_EM4/s400/07.jpg'" onmouseout="this.src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_72z3PduvaEk/TP6JJASiZxI/AAAAAAAABmA/lm_zGBPnR7I/s400/xmas-07.jpg'" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;click or mouseover it!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's well loads of gyms near where I work - some in chains and some independents. the gay membership guy at one of them gave me a free day pass last Monday (29th). I wanted to make the most of it, so I went for a run at lunchtime and a swim in the evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how do I know he's gay? I facebook-stalked him of course. naughty torchy :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after my run I had a quick shower to cool down, then headed for the sauna. there was one other guy in there, who I obviously ignored, as I climbed to the top bench and sat down. I put my locker key next to me. you can see where this is going can't you? yup, about 3 seconds later, I fidgeted and the key fell thru the slats onto the floor, well out of sight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I muttered 'bollocks'  but thought I'd get it in a few minutes. the other guy didn't react and left a couple of minutes later. as soon as he'd gone, I jumped down and tried to see the key. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's only a very dim light and the front of the bench goes almost to the floor and i'm on my hands and knees with a towel wrapped round me and my ass in the air. it was about that time the door opened and another guy came in. well awkward! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told him what had happened then asked if he had a torch I could use :) strangely he didn't. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after some scrabbling round at full stretch, which frankly would have probably put him off his dinner, he suggested using a floor wiper thingy which was just outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that did the trick, luckily. didn't fancy having to walk out to reception in just my towel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;a torch to be used... &lt;I&gt;erm, well that'd be me :D&lt;/I&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[&gt;_&lt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4817065462510897888-4926199707413145942?l=torchyboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://torchyboy.blogspot.com/feeds/4926199707413145942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4817065462510897888&amp;postID=4926199707413145942&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4817065462510897888/posts/default/4926199707413145942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4817065462510897888/posts/default/4926199707413145942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://torchyboy.blogspot.com/2010/12/ass-in-air-again.html' title='ass in the air. again!'/><author><name>torchy!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01017957314245518030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_72z3PduvaEk/SjGZfI9kyzI/AAAAAAAAAoU/JGVorjemZd0/S220/t!+600px+square.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_72z3PduvaEk/TP6JJASiZxI/AAAAAAAABmA/lm_zGBPnR7I/s72-c/xmas-07.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4817065462510897888.post-2073177498259069030</id><published>2010-12-06T10:47:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-12-06T22:49:08.325Z</updated><title type='text'>five on the fifth (+1): 'faces'</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_72z3PduvaEk/TPvDPmqoTYI/AAAAAAAABlo/2xWZbq0RwjA/s1600/06.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 440px; height: 330px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_72z3PduvaEk/TPvDP7EBRFI/AAAAAAAABlw/jdnM0uOK9L0/s400/xmas-06.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412238535079310801" onmouseover="this.src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_72z3PduvaEk/TPvDPmqoTYI/AAAAAAAABlo/2xWZbq0RwjA/s400/06.jpg'" onmouseout="this.src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_72z3PduvaEk/TPvDP7EBRFI/AAAAAAAABlw/jdnM0uOK9L0/s400/xmas-06.jpg'" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;click or mouseover it!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yet another five on the fifth post...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_72z3PduvaEk/TPvBkiehlTI/AAAAAAAABlA/Hvvv6MWUIrY/s1600/tumblr_lctegdf5Qb1qe50f9o1_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 232px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_72z3PduvaEk/TPvBkiehlTI/AAAAAAAABlA/Hvvv6MWUIrY/s400/tumblr_lctegdf5Qb1qe50f9o1_400.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547240199511184690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_72z3PduvaEk/TPvBlsFm-2I/AAAAAAAABlY/TyALEZaE2w0/s1600/tumblr_lcv98alNLJ1qb2pp9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_72z3PduvaEk/TPvBlsFm-2I/AAAAAAAABlY/TyALEZaE2w0/s400/tumblr_lcv98alNLJ1qb2pp9.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547240219270904674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_72z3PduvaEk/TPvBk86HsGI/AAAAAAAABlI/qF3jnxQ7msg/s1600/tumblr_lcumtoeZEC1qb2pp9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_72z3PduvaEk/TPvBk86HsGI/AAAAAAAABlI/qF3jnxQ7msg/s400/tumblr_lcumtoeZEC1qb2pp9.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547240206606250082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_72z3PduvaEk/TPvBlTqQeWI/AAAAAAAABlQ/q18xBi2CwMw/s1600/tumblr_lcv92jVSYt1qb2pp9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_72z3PduvaEk/TPvBlTqQeWI/AAAAAAAABlQ/q18xBi2CwMw/s400/tumblr_lcv92jVSYt1qb2pp9.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547240212713732450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_72z3PduvaEk/TPvBkSAdvNI/AAAAAAAABk4/yf2pDRXR6Jg/s1600/tumblr_lcteffVOiM1qe50f9o1_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_72z3PduvaEk/TPvBkSAdvNI/AAAAAAAABk4/yf2pDRXR6Jg/s400/tumblr_lcteffVOiM1qe50f9o1_400.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547240195090136274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as cute as a sackful of puppies, this is UK X Factor's One Direction *girly scream*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all photos lifted from this blog:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://fuckyeahonedirection.tumblr.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;width: 400px; height: 334px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_72z3PduvaEk/TPvBpPvH8UI/AAAAAAAABlg/6fwVee7FuK8/s400/beauts.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547240280379879746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i couldn't have put it better myself :) my tip for winners&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;torchy!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps. yes, they are a bit young, but they're all over 16, and just coz i put them on here doesn't mean i want to shag them. really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[&gt;_&lt;]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4817065462510897888-2073177498259069030?l=torchyboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://torchyboy.blogspot.com/feeds/2073177498259069030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4817065462510897888&amp;postID=2073177498259069030&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4817065462510897888/posts/default/2073177498259069030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4817065462510897888/posts/default/2073177498259069030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://torchyboy.blogspot.com/2010/12/five-on-fifth-1-faces.html' title='five on the fifth (+1): &apos;faces&apos;'/><author><name>torchy!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01017957314245518030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_72z3PduvaEk/SjGZfI9kyzI/AAAAAAAAAoU/JGVorjemZd0/S220/t!+600px+square.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_72z3PduvaEk/TPvDP7EBRFI/AAAAAAAABlw/jdnM0uOK9L0/s72-c/xmas-06.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4817065462510897888.post-3920241804417480678</id><published>2010-12-05T17:00:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-12-05T17:00:04.035Z</updated><title type='text'>five on the fifth: 'faces'</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_72z3PduvaEk/TPp_1CvyzTI/AAAAAAAABkw/u30gKzT-Mgw/s1600/05.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 440px; height: 330px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_72z3PduvaEk/TPp_08Dy5kI/AAAAAAAABko/I5r-teB9kRE/s400/xmas-05.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412238535079310801" onmouseover="this.src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_72z3PduvaEk/TPp_1CvyzTI/AAAAAAAABkw/u30gKzT-Mgw/s400/05.jpg'" onmouseout="this.src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_72z3PduvaEk/TPp_08Dy5kI/AAAAAAAABko/I5r-teB9kRE/s400/xmas-05.jpg'" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;click or mouseover it!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blogger and tweeter Stephen Chapman, who writes the blog &lt;a href="http://thestateofthenationuk.blogspot.com" target="_blank"&gt;The State Of The Nation UK&lt;/a&gt;, organises this distributed photo fest on the fifth of every month. my contributions so far have been&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://torchyboy.blogspot.com/2010/11/five-on-fifth-recycle.html" target="_blank"&gt;five on the fifth: 'recycle'&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://torchyboy.blogspot.com/2010/10/five-on-fifth-round.html" target="_blank"&gt;five on the fifth: 'round'&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://torchyboy.blogspot.com/2010/09/five-on-fifth-blues.html" target="_blank"&gt;five on the fifth: 'the blues'&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://torchyboy.blogspot.com/2010/08/five-on-fifth-on-road.html" target="_blank"&gt;five on the fifth: 'on the road'&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://torchyboy.blogspot.com/2010/06/five-on-fifth-looking-up.html" target="_blank"&gt;five on the fifth: 'looking up'&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://torchyboy.blogspot.com/2010/05/five-on-fifth-journey.html" target="_blank"&gt;five on the fifth: 'a journey'&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://torchyboy.blogspot.com/2010/04/five-on-fifth.html" target="_blank"&gt;five on the fifth: 'spring'&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://thestateofthenationuk.blogspot.com/search/label/5%20on%20the%20fifth"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OShxIThQVmA/S580SUNPTrI/AAAAAAAADZI/lvtdQR4BunY/s400/five+on+the+fifth3.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the theme for this month is 'faces', and here's my 'entry'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know that i'm pretty secretive about myself, so i obviously won't post a face pic of me. i could have asked ppl if they'd let me take pics of their faces, but i'm shy and it wouldn't seem right then posting those pics on this blog, where they may not be entirely comfortable with the overall blog theme (plus i sure as hell wasn't gonna tell them where i was gonna post them!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i could have picked faces of gorgeous guys that i'd found on the internets, but that's not my photograpy then. bearing all that in mind, i thought i'd take pics of faces on posters. i only had the idea on friday morning and took a few pics that you saw yesterday. at lunchtime in a tube station i saw adverts for comedians dvds and shows, and then i had a theme for my faces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so these are faces of uk comedians, some presented in a jaunty and amusing (lol) way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_72z3PduvaEk/TPp7MF2riBI/AAAAAAAABjQ/MRegSC5pKes/s1600/IMG_6011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_72z3PduvaEk/TPp7MF2riBI/AAAAAAAABjQ/MRegSC5pKes/s400/IMG_6011.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546881338720356370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Frankie Boyle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_72z3PduvaEk/TPp7MjYXueI/AAAAAAAABjY/M5jvD-O3BgA/s1600/IMG_6012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_72z3PduvaEk/TPp7MjYXueI/AAAAAAAABjY/M5jvD-O3BgA/s400/IMG_6012.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546881346646292962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Rhod Gilbert&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_72z3PduvaEk/TPp7KZupRWI/AAAAAAAABjI/zFAfqDlHQsg/s1600/IMG_6009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_72z3PduvaEk/TPp7KZupRWI/AAAAAAAABjI/zFAfqDlHQsg/s400/IMG_6009.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546881309695624546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jimmy Carr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_72z3PduvaEk/TPp7M3ZgGYI/AAAAAAAABjg/EU1mOjku3FE/s1600/IMG_6013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_72z3PduvaEk/TPp7M3ZgGYI/AAAAAAAABjg/EU1mOjku3FE/s400/IMG_6013.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546881352019745154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jason Manford&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_72z3PduvaEk/TPp7NiTlnbI/AAAAAAAABjo/oqnavaY5nIg/s1600/IMG_6017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_72z3PduvaEk/TPp7NiTlnbI/AAAAAAAABjo/oqnavaY5nIg/s400/IMG_6017.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546881363537665458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mark Watson&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all shot on my iphone4 using the hipstamatic app. as always, i hope you like them - please let me know what you think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;torchy!&lt;/I&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[&gt;_&lt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4817065462510897888-3920241804417480678?l=torchyboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://torchyboy.blogspot.com/feeds/3920241804417480678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4817065462510897888&amp;postID=3920241804417480678&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4817065462510897888/posts/default/3920241804417480678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4817065462510897888/posts/default/3920241804417480678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://torchyboy.blogspot.com/2010/12/five-on-fifth.html' title='five on the fifth: &amp;#39;faces&amp;#39;'/><author><name>torchy!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01017957314245518030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_72z3PduvaEk/SjGZfI9kyzI/AAAAAAAAAoU/JGVorjemZd0/S220/t!+600px+square.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_72z3PduvaEk/TPp_08Dy5kI/AAAAAAAABko/I5r-teB9kRE/s72-c/xmas-05.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4817065462510897888.post-9024699450282123705</id><published>2010-12-05T09:02:00.001Z</published><updated>2010-12-05T09:02:27.834Z</updated><title type='text'>what would you do?</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://www.milkboys.org/article/what-would-you-do/"&gt;what would you do?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;never thought I'd link to a milkboys post. I don't even visit that site, but occasionally others link to it, in this case @elmadaeu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;"no son of mine is gay"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the real quote that rings in my ears still, is &lt;I&gt;"no son of mine is unnatural"&lt;/I&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;strange how words can shape our futures&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4817065462510897888-9024699450282123705?l=torchyboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://torchyboy.blogspot.com/feeds/9024699450282123705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4817065462510897888&amp;postID=9024699450282123705&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4817065462510897888/posts/default/9024699450282123705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4817065462510897888/posts/default/9024699450282123705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://torchyboy.blogspot.com/2010/12/what-would-you-do.html' title='what would you do?'/><author><name>torchy!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01017957314245518030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_72z3PduvaEk/SjGZfI9kyzI/AAAAAAAAAoU/JGVorjemZd0/S220/t!+600px+square.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4817065462510897888.post-2424352818919393550</id><published>2010-12-04T17:44:00.009Z</published><updated>2010-12-04T22:42:36.882Z</updated><title type='text'>five on the fifth (-1): 'faces'</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_72z3PduvaEk/TPp-tNYBO0I/AAAAAAAABkY/1vqh8-cERMc/s1600/04.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 440px; height: 330px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_72z3PduvaEk/TPp-tT9gEKI/AAAAAAAABkg/XJtVltTOqts/s400/xmas-04.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412238535079310801" onmouseover="this.src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_72z3PduvaEk/TPp-tNYBO0I/AAAAAAAABkY/1vqh8-cERMc/s400/04.jpg'" onmouseout="this.src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_72z3PduvaEk/TPp-tT9gEKI/AAAAAAAABkg/XJtVltTOqts/s400/xmas-04.jpg'" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;click or mouseover it!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these are extras from tomorrow's official entry, hence no blurb about the five on the fifth stuff. more details tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_72z3PduvaEk/TPp-fsznIKI/AAAAAAAABjw/VqglDj7IJTI/s1600/IMG_6001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_72z3PduvaEk/TPp-fsznIKI/AAAAAAAABjw/VqglDj7IJTI/s400/IMG_6001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546884974128865442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_72z3PduvaEk/TPp-gnXySiI/AAAAAAAABkI/zn2yAn3a0I0/s1600/IMG_6014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_72z3PduvaEk/TPp-gnXySiI/AAAAAAAABkI/zn2yAn3a0I0/s400/IMG_6014.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546884989849848354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_72z3PduvaEk/TPp-gxvnrnI/AAAAAAAABkQ/8mjbOioKFgM/s1600/IMG_6015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_72z3PduvaEk/TPp-gxvnrnI/AAAAAAAABkQ/8mjbOioKFgM/s400/IMG_6015.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546884992634170994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_72z3PduvaEk/TPp-gIj9_uI/AAAAAAAABkA/67lDeNaVX6k/s1600/IMG_6003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_72z3PduvaEk/TPp-gIj9_uI/AAAAAAAABkA/67lDeNaVX6k/s400/IMG_6003.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546884981579448034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_72z3PduvaEk/TPp-fw88MEI/AAAAAAAABj4/ixC2DZtRJ78/s1600/IMG_6002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_72z3PduvaEk/TPp-fw88MEI/AAAAAAAABj4/ixC2DZtRJ78/s400/IMG_6002.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546884975241736258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watched toy story 3 again today, on dvd. blubbed like the man I am at the end again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;torchy!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[&gt;_&lt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4817065462510897888-2424352818919393550?l=torchyboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://torchyboy.blogspot.com/feeds/2424352818919393550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4817065462510897888&amp;postID=2424352818919393550&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4817065462510897888/posts/default/2424352818919393550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4817065462510897888/posts/default/2424352818919393550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://torchyboy.blogspot.com/2010/12/five-on-fifth-1.html' title='five on the fifth (-1): &amp;#39;faces&amp;#39;'/><author><name>torchy!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01017957314245518030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_72z3PduvaEk/SjGZfI9kyzI/AAAAAAAAAoU/JGVorjemZd0/S220/t!+600px+square.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_72z3PduvaEk/TPp-tT9gEKI/AAAAAAAABkg/XJtVltTOqts/s72-c/xmas-04.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4817065462510897888.post-9129844234615819263</id><published>2010-12-04T10:05:00.004Z</published><updated>2010-12-04T10:13:15.277Z</updated><title type='text'>three</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_72z3PduvaEk/TPoSenmik-I/AAAAAAAABi4/eeHAphp-To0/s1600/03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 440px; height: 330px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_72z3PduvaEk/TPoSe3DISGI/AAAAAAAABjA/JlqmBJ-WypM/s400/xmas-03.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412238535079310801" onmouseover="this.src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_72z3PduvaEk/TPoSenmik-I/AAAAAAAABi4/eeHAphp-To0/s400/03.jpg'" onmouseout="this.src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_72z3PduvaEk/TPoSe3DISGI/AAAAAAAABjA/JlqmBJ-WypM/s400/xmas-03.jpg'" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;only this 'today' and well late at that. had awkward a-side stuff to deal with last night. got a sense of impending doom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;torchy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps. NG - i haven't removed the 'underneath' pics. they should work - i've tested this in chrome, firefox, safari and IE, and they all work for me. maybe your javascript is disabled. did you try clicking?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4817065462510897888-9129844234615819263?l=torchyboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://torchyboy.blogspot.com/feeds/9129844234615819263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4817065462510897888&amp;postID=9129844234615819263&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4817065462510897888/posts/default/9129844234615819263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4817065462510897888/posts/default/9129844234615819263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://torchyboy.blogspot.com/2010/12/three.html' title='three'/><author><name>torchy!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01017957314245518030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_72z3PduvaEk/SjGZfI9kyzI/AAAAAAAAAoU/JGVorjemZd0/S220/t!+600px+square.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_72z3PduvaEk/TPoSe3DISGI/AAAAAAAABjA/JlqmBJ-WypM/s72-c/xmas-03.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4817065462510897888.post-465857794664108325</id><published>2010-12-02T21:57:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-12-02T21:57:17.628Z</updated><title type='text'>no biggie</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_72z3PduvaEk/TPgVAKCRL_I/AAAAAAAABio/dB0qR_PmpCc/s1600/02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 440px; height: 330px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_72z3PduvaEk/TPgVAWrWIRI/AAAAAAAABiw/bH6Th9faqqU/s400/xmas-02.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412238535079310801" onmouseover="this.src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_72z3PduvaEk/TPgVAKCRL_I/AAAAAAAABio/dB0qR_PmpCc/s400/02.jpg'" onmouseout="this.src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_72z3PduvaEk/TPgVAWrWIRI/AAAAAAAABiw/bH6Th9faqqU/s400/xmas-02.jpg'" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a large chunk of the country has been in chaos due to snow and I thought I'd escaped. til this morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had a couple of inches overnight so I went to work in my ski jacket, gloves and snow boots. toasty torchy :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some trains cancelled both on the way in and home, but I didn't have to wait more than 30 mins either way, so compared. to a lot of ppl, I got it lucky so I'm happy it's no biggie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its the department Christmas do tonight. yayyy!! i'm not going. booo!! why am I not going, you ask? apart from the fact that I hate socialising with work colleagues unless they are fabulously sexy *cough* canteen boys *cough*, I didn't respond to the email invite in time. i didn't recognise the name of the department head so I assumed it wasn't for me. turns out I work for him. oops. still have no idea who or where he is tho. could be another office or even another country!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we may have lost the 2018 world cup bid today, but it did get me talking to my football-mad coworker for the first time. actually he spoke to me first coz he had to vent and no one else was around!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the convo lasted all of about 3 sentences coz I know fuck all about footie, I couldnt even remember where the 2010 world cup had been (it's South Africa - I now now!). back to my hermit-like existence in the office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the evening standard missed a corker of a headline last night. they put "braced for 8 inch fall tonight". I bet they had a giggle before putting their serious hats on tho :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;only a couple of inches overnight, but hey - I'm a grower :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;torchy!&lt;/I&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps. don't forget to mouseover or click the pic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[&gt;_&lt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4817065462510897888-465857794664108325?l=torchyboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://torchyboy.blogspot.com/feeds/465857794664108325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4817065462510897888&amp;postID=465857794664108325&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4817065462510897888/posts/default/465857794664108325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4817065462510897888/posts/default/465857794664108325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://torchyboy.blogspot.com/2010/12/no-biggie.html' title='no biggie'/><author><name>torchy!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01017957314245518030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_72z3PduvaEk/SjGZfI9kyzI/AAAAAAAAAoU/JGVorjemZd0/S220/t!+600px+square.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_72z3PduvaEk/TPgVAWrWIRI/AAAAAAAABiw/bH6Th9faqqU/s72-c/xmas-02.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4817065462510897888.post-7641688647053285009</id><published>2010-12-01T23:58:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-12-02T00:01:07.414Z</updated><title type='text'>first</title><content type='html'>it's the first of December, which means two things:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's World AIDS Day. apparently lots of buildings around the world have been lit up in red to raise awareness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I understand the London Eye and the dome of St Pauls have both been &lt;strike&gt;eliminated&lt;/strike&gt; illuminated red too. I totally forgot about that, and headed straight for home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my contribution has been a special twitter avatar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_72z3PduvaEk/TPbfQ2qUCqI/AAAAAAAABig/ykg08JR6PNA/s1600/Aids-ribbon-600px.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_72z3PduvaEk/TPbfQ2qUCqI/AAAAAAAABig/ykg08JR6PNA/s400/Aids-ribbon-600px.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545865471797234338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and a ribbon badge thingy I bought from Body Shop dismorning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_72z3PduvaEk/TPbeyJT94CI/AAAAAAAABiI/J2bHrcUu9x8/s1600/IMG_5926.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_72z3PduvaEk/TPbeyJT94CI/AAAAAAAABiI/J2bHrcUu9x8/s400/IMG_5926.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545864944227835938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was out and about at lunchtime and obvs went between Waterloo and work too, and I saw exactly one other person wearing a ribbon. poor show :( although to be fair, apart from lunchtime, my badge was under my coat coz I didn't want the pin to damage it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the other thing of note for 1st december is that it's the first day of advent (calendars). if you read my blog last year you'll know that I did a kind of advent calendar thingy here. of course back then I was posting pretty much every day anyway, so it's gonna be more of a challenge for me this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;off we go then... you need to mouseover the pic, or, thinking of smartphones, you can click it instead :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_72z3PduvaEk/TPbfPsLPYyI/AAAAAAAABiY/2e6DtDzlYmo/s1600/01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 440px; height: 330px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_72z3PduvaEk/TPbfPS9ugHI/AAAAAAAABiQ/aS33kXpsqG0/s400/xmas-01.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412238535079310801" onmouseover="this.src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_72z3PduvaEk/TPbfPsLPYyI/AAAAAAAABiY/2e6DtDzlYmo/s400/01.jpg'" onmouseout="this.src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_72z3PduvaEk/TPbfPS9ugHI/AAAAAAAABiQ/aS33kXpsqG0/s400/xmas-01.jpg'" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;torchy!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[&gt;_&lt;]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4817065462510897888-7641688647053285009?l=torchyboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://torchyboy.blogspot.com/feeds/7641688647053285009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4817065462510897888&amp;postID=7641688647053285009&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4817065462510897888/posts/default/7641688647053285009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4817065462510897888/posts/default/7641688647053285009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://torchyboy.blogspot.com/2010/12/first.html' title='first'/><author><name>torchy!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01017957314245518030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_72z3PduvaEk/SjGZfI9kyzI/AAAAAAAAAoU/JGVorjemZd0/S220/t!+600px+square.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_72z3PduvaEk/TPbfQ2qUCqI/AAAAAAAABig/ykg08JR6PNA/s72-c/Aids-ribbon-600px.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4817065462510897888.post-3029474668965240027</id><published>2010-11-24T21:35:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-11-24T21:35:24.599Z</updated><title type='text'>blast from my pants</title><content type='html'>about a year ago I stayed in the same hotel for a weekend with the same group. i thought i'd mentioned it in the blog at the time, but i've just had a quick squiz and i can't see it, so maybe i didn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;during last year's visit i went down with manflu which wiped me out and i ended up having a couple of days off work. during that visit i wrote a blog post, but I never actually got round to posting it, so in the interests of the conservation of energy, I present it now for your delectation :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;has my writing style changed in 12 months? idk, what do you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #8080FF; margin: 0px 30px"&gt;will I ever learn? I was just standing in rhe lobby of my hotel waiting to ask for a teaspoon (wtf?) and this cute guy walks past. and he smiled at me too! :O think he might be the chef or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;did I give him a gay i'm-totally-available-bored-alone-and-wanna-be-shagged-til-I-can-barely-move type of look? no. I gave him a totally regular look and only realised when he disappeared round the corner :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guess it would have been a bit obvious to run after him and ask him if hot sausage with sauce is on the menu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;picking up random guys for rumpy-pumpy wouldn't go down well with the rest of the ppl here - I'm with a photo group and we've come to the coast to take seascape photos. trouble is we picked like a totally pants weekend for weather. *sigh*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so I guess I meant 'blast from my past' for the title, but to attempt to make up for it, and to celebrate Rapha's &lt;a href="http://suddenexplosions.blogspot.com" target="_blank"&gt;return to blogging&lt;/a&gt;, I'm wearing my CK Brazil undies today :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_72z3PduvaEk/TO2AxDmWIXI/AAAAAAAABiA/D0VxftqLQGM/s1600/IMG_5707.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_72z3PduvaEk/TO2AxDmWIXI/AAAAAAAABiA/D0VxftqLQGM/s400/IMG_5707.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543228296631034226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;goes down well... &lt;I&gt;torchy!&lt;/I&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #c0c0c0"&gt;(but I wouldn't know about that, would I? *innocent look*)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[&gt;_&lt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4817065462510897888-3029474668965240027?l=torchyboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://torchyboy.blogspot.com/feeds/3029474668965240027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4817065462510897888&amp;postID=3029474668965240027&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4817065462510897888/posts/default/3029474668965240027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4817065462510897888/posts/default/3029474668965240027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://torchyboy.blogspot.com/2010/11/blast-from-my-pants.html' title='blast from my pants'/><author><name>torchy!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01017957314245518030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_72z3PduvaEk/SjGZfI9kyzI/AAAAAAAAAoU/JGVorjemZd0/S220/t!+600px+square.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_72z3PduvaEk/TO2AxDmWIXI/AAAAAAAABiA/D0VxftqLQGM/s72-c/IMG_5707.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4817065462510897888.post-4659640010015392200</id><published>2010-11-23T22:03:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-11-23T22:08:43.296Z</updated><title type='text'>tasted wood</title><content type='html'>both evenings in the hotel after dinner, we'd sit as a group in the lounge discussing the days shooting, cameras and apertures. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to keep focused on the discussion and not let my mind wander off to the shooting that I did earlier whilst shoving Roger up my aperture. oh, apparently a narrow aperture is for the maximum depth of field rather than maximum enjoyment :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the old fogeys went for their early nights, leaving about 5 of us who'd formed a kind of whisky tasting club. we'd each brought a bottle of whisky or some miniatures and we set to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my full bottle of Johnnie Walker Black Label was universally disliked, which was a win coz I got left with loads of it, and also a fail for exactly the same reason!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't remember the ones I tried now, nor the ones i liked which is a bit of a drag, altho I'm pretty sure I liked Tobermory and Tallisker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_72z3PduvaEk/TOw7MBhApYI/AAAAAAAABh4/OzKjtcsxeCE/s1600/FEATURE-WHISKY-250_tcm18-138689%2Bcopy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 250px; height: 346px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_72z3PduvaEk/TOw7MBhApYI/AAAAAAAABh4/OzKjtcsxeCE/s400/FEATURE-WHISKY-250_tcm18-138689%2Bcopy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542870319137596802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was asked what I thought of one I was trying so I said the first thing I thought of: 'it tastes like wood'. which it kinda did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so the guy goes 'how would you know what that's like torchy? when was the last time you tasted wood?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was trying to surpress a smirk and I'm like 'hey! I'm not gonna give away all my secrets!'. good job I hadn't had any more whisky or I might have told them it was the previous Tuesday lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;tastes of wood and goes &lt;strike&gt;up&lt;/strike&gt; down a treat... &lt;I&gt;torchy!&lt;/I&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[&gt;_&lt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4817065462510897888-4659640010015392200?l=torchyboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://torchyboy.blogspot.com/feeds/4659640010015392200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4817065462510897888&amp;postID=4659640010015392200&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4817065462510897888/posts/default/4659640010015392200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4817065462510897888/posts/default/4659640010015392200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://torchyboy.blogspot.com/2010/11/tasted-wood.html' title='tasted wood'/><author><name>torchy!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01017957314245518030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_72z3PduvaEk/SjGZfI9kyzI/AAAAAAAAAoU/JGVorjemZd0/S220/t!+600px+square.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_72z3PduvaEk/TOw7MBhApYI/AAAAAAAABh4/OzKjtcsxeCE/s72-c/FEATURE-WHISKY-250_tcm18-138689%2Bcopy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4817065462510897888.post-1180803510992086003</id><published>2010-11-22T23:06:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-11-22T23:06:32.912Z</updated><title type='text'>shower sex</title><content type='html'>so there I was, staying in a hotel in a small Dorsetsexshire seaside town, with a bunch of (reasonably) friendly old fogeys, at best ambivalent and at worst homophobic, with a packed schedule that left me little time for anything non-sociable and non-photographic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was up early each day so I could get dawn shots on the beach with the other anoraks. then back for a late brekkie in the hotel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel a bit of an outsider in that group, even tho I know them all well. they've either got their spouses with them or they pair up or whatever and I'm kinda billy-no-mates. most were heading off to another beach right after brekkie, for some more sea photos *yawn* and they were like 'are you coming torchy?'. I wanted some 'quiet' time ;) so I said I had a headache and needed a nap. they gradually drifted away and I snuck off to my room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was tired but was far too busy to have a nap... I was trying out my new poppers and my dildo's ass-stretching properties. that was rather splendid entertainment lol. this was interspersed with tweeting, and chatting on grindr to a friendly and hot local 19-yr old :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after a while I told him I had to hit the shower and he offered to come and help me out! in hindsight this is the bit i don't fully understand, coz I declined his offer (wtf?).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it was coz I'd just had a massive organism, the ensuite was tiny, and I needed to get out if I was gonna meet the others at all. that and the fact that I'd discovered that the bed springs squeaked really loudly when Roger (my dildo) was giving me a damn good seeing-to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another reason was that I'd set the camera up at the end of the bath, and it was on timer, waiting to take pics of me in the shower, err showering. well, eventually showering anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so I didn't get to see him. can't believe I passed up that chance for shower sex - what a twat. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had a few chats with other grindr guys but they were mostly in &lt;nearby-large-town&gt; so nothing doing there - no time for visits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roger had another couple of strenuous workouts - yum :P before I finally checked out of the hotel :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_72z3PduvaEk/TOrzmhKaYVI/AAAAAAAABhw/YnoYCa80gWg/s1600/101030_F019086R-Edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_72z3PduvaEk/TOrzmhKaYVI/AAAAAAAABhw/YnoYCa80gWg/s400/101030_F019086R-Edit.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542510134495437138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;massive organism... &lt;I&gt;torchy!&lt;/I&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps. none of those shower pics will ever see the light of day, so don't bother asking! lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[&gt;_&lt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4817065462510897888-1180803510992086003?l=torchyboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://torchyboy.blogspot.com/feeds/1180803510992086003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4817065462510897888&amp;postID=1180803510992086003&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4817065462510897888/posts/default/1180803510992086003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4817065462510897888/posts/default/1180803510992086003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://torchyboy.blogspot.com/2010/11/shower-sex.html' title='shower sex'/><author><name>torchy!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01017957314245518030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_72z3PduvaEk/SjGZfI9kyzI/AAAAAAAAAoU/JGVorjemZd0/S220/t!+600px+square.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_72z3PduvaEk/TOrzmhKaYVI/AAAAAAAABhw/YnoYCa80gWg/s72-c/101030_F019086R-Edit.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4817065462510897888.post-5123679059741739340</id><published>2010-11-21T13:00:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-11-21T13:07:48.068Z</updated><title type='text'>up for meets</title><content type='html'>seem to be having a bit more interest on grindr now I've changed my pic to a chest pic. err or maybe it's my headline text: "wanna be fucked now". that's a joke btw -  grindr wouldn't allow that - they're very puritanical - probably to keep on the good side of apple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;trouble is, most of the attention now is from big bulky guys that look really mean. guys like that do nothing for me at all - I think it's coz I've let myself be physically or mentally bullied and/or intimidated by people like that ever since I was a kid. I'm only little and they're just scary!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways I've taken to blocking them straight off now. before I always tried to be nice and polite to ppl even if it was obvious from the outset that we were totally incompatible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a few weeks ago i'd been chatting to a guy who's really close to my office and had a well sexy profile pic. he told me where he worked and stuff and there was this vague thought we might meet up for a coffee or whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday lunchtime (29th) I was out for a random walk and was in the street where he works. coincidentally (yeah right) I had grindr on and he's like 10m away or something. he msg'd me saying "let's meet".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a couple of mins later there he was. I'd already told him i only had 20 mins and I needed to go to a shop too, so it was chatting only! (as if I'd do anything else *innocent look*)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he kept steering the convo round to sexy talk, but i was trying to keep it clean - I bet you lot find *that* hard to believe!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;altho he looked pretty damn sexy in his pics, for some reason he just didn't do it for me irl. I think it might have been coz his teeth were kinda stained. teeth are a major source of turn-offs for me, as are a whole load of other things. I'm so fussy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really was pressed for time and had already overrun by a few mins, and he was telling me what he'd like to do with me (or was it &lt;I&gt;to&lt;/I&gt; me :O, and wanted to spend a few mins in a nearby park as a prelude! lol. I scurried back to the office instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that arvo I was trying to figure out how I would tell him that I wasn't interested. I don't like giving the silent treatment to ppl I've chatted to a bit, coz it seems rude and cowardly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I left work early coz I had to drive to Dorset for a photo group thing. when I got there, for a bit of a laugh I changed my grindr profile, saying I was in a hotel and was up for meets hehe. like that was ever gonna happen, coz I was with loads of ppl I knew who'd be well shocked, and i had a packed schedule too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, I dunno if it was the change to my profile or what, but the London guy sent me a bunch of messages which I never got a chance to read coz he blocked me! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;solved that problem :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;wanna be fucked now... &lt;I&gt;torchy!&lt;/I&gt;&lt;/b&gt;   :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps. I'm running well behind with blogging sorry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[&gt;_&lt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4817065462510897888-5123679059741739340?l=torchyboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://torchyboy.blogspot.com/feeds/5123679059741739340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4817065462510897888&amp;postID=5123679059741739340&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4817065462510897888/posts/default/5123679059741739340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4817065462510897888/posts/default/5123679059741739340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://torchyboy.blogspot.com/2010/11/up-for-meets.html' title='up for meets'/><author><name>torchy!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01017957314245518030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_72z3PduvaEk/SjGZfI9kyzI/AAAAAAAAAoU/JGVorjemZd0/S220/t!+600px+square.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4817065462510897888.post-8026153919328469278</id><published>2010-11-17T18:59:00.001Z</published><updated>2010-11-17T21:03:47.202Z</updated><title type='text'>sudden explosions</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;i&gt;I am the storm, and i am the wonder&lt;br /&gt;And the flashlights nightmares&lt;br /&gt;And &lt;b&gt;sudden explosions&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don´t know what more to ask for&lt;br /&gt;I was given just one wish...&lt;/I&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he's been absent for a year, but now he's back, with his new blog:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://suddenexplosions.blogspot.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2cmMog8d2Hk/TOLmsZKo6cI/AAAAAAAAAlk/AFHn26NRVt4/S1600-R/rio3%2Bcopy.jpg" style="width: 425px"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://suddenexplosions.blogspot.com" target="_blank"  style="color: red"&gt;suddenexplosions.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he's easily the sexiest Brazilian in existence and I love him to bits. even though I'm far too hopeless to have responded to his emails. my bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;please go say hi to &lt;b&gt;Rapha&lt;/b&gt;, the blogger formerly known as &lt;i&gt;MaskBoy&lt;/i&gt;, and welcome him back, or get acquainted with him for the first time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that is all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;I&gt;torchy!&lt;/I&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(but what more could you want? seriously!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps. lyrics by...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[&gt;_&lt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4817065462510897888-8026153919328469278?l=torchyboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://torchyboy.blogspot.com/feeds/8026153919328469278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4817065462510897888&amp;postID=8026153919328469278&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4817065462510897888/posts/default/8026153919328469278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4817065462510897888/posts/default/8026153919328469278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://torchyboy.blogspot.com/2010/11/sudden-explosions.html' title='sudden explosions'/><author><name>torchy!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01017957314245518030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_72z3PduvaEk/SjGZfI9kyzI/AAAAAAAAAoU/JGVorjemZd0/S220/t!+600px+square.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2cmMog8d2Hk/TOLmsZKo6cI/AAAAAAAAAlk/AFHn26NRVt4/s72-Rc/rio3%2Bcopy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4817065462510897888.post-4113395094969522153</id><published>2010-11-11T08:25:00.001Z</published><updated>2010-11-11T08:25:43.498Z</updated><title type='text'>lest we forget</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasaweb.google.com/torchyboy/Torchy?authkey=Gv1sRgCMHGj7uv-vqDVA#5538205456625865986'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_72z3PduvaEk/TNuohSdQlQI/AAAAAAAABho/brM9jkcE86s/s288/3.jpg' border='0' width='450' height='444' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;In Flanders fields the poppies blow&lt;br /&gt;Between the crosses, row on row,&lt;br /&gt;That mark our place; and in the sky&lt;br /&gt;The larks, still bravely singing, fly&lt;br /&gt;Scarce heard amid the guns below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are the Dead. Short days ago&lt;br /&gt;We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,&lt;br /&gt;Loved and were loved, and now we lie&lt;br /&gt;In Flanders fields.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take up our quarrel with the foe:&lt;br /&gt;To you from failing hands we throw&lt;br /&gt;The torch; be yours to hold it high.&lt;br /&gt;If ye break faith with us who die&lt;br /&gt;We shall not sleep, though poppies grow&lt;br /&gt;In Flanders fields.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;'In Flanders Fields'&lt;br /&gt;by John McCrae, May 1915&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4817065462510897888-4113395094969522153?l=torchyboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://torchyboy.blogspot.com/feeds/4113395094969522153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4817065462510897888&amp;postID=4113395094969522153&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4817065462510897888/posts/default/4113395094969522153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4817065462510897888/posts/default/4113395094969522153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://torchyboy.blogspot.com/2010/11/lest-we-forget.html' title='lest we forget'/><author><name>torchy!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01017957314245518030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_72z3PduvaEk/SjGZfI9kyzI/AAAAAAAAAoU/JGVorjemZd0/S220/t!+600px+square.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_72z3PduvaEk/TNuohSdQlQI/AAAAAAAABho/brM9jkcE86s/s72-c/3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4817065462510897888.post-3941273297905697186</id><published>2010-11-07T22:30:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-11-25T18:37:21.695Z</updated><title type='text'>booty call</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_72z3PduvaEk/TNco8eYuBbI/AAAAAAAABhc/41ihR6BYFCA/s1600/booty-call.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_72z3PduvaEk/TNco8eYuBbI/AAAAAAAABhc/41ihR6BYFCA/s400/booty-call.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536939286289319346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what would you do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;torchy!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps Happy Thanksgiving to all my American readers &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[&gt;_&lt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4817065462510897888-3941273297905697186?l=torchyboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://torchyboy.blogspot.com/feeds/3941273297905697186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4817065462510897888&amp;postID=3941273297905697186&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4817065462510897888/posts/default/3941273297905697186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4817065462510897888/posts/default/3941273297905697186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://torchyboy.blogspot.com/2010/11/booty-call.html' title='booty call'/><author><name>torchy!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01017957314245518030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_72z3PduvaEk/SjGZfI9kyzI/AAAAAAAAAoU/JGVorjemZd0/S220/t!+600px+square.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_72z3PduvaEk/TNco8eYuBbI/AAAAAAAABhc/41ihR6BYFCA/s72-c/booty-call.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4817065462510897888.post-7816554139268959928</id><published>2010-11-04T22:12:00.007Z</published><updated>2010-11-04T22:54:56.744Z</updated><title type='text'>five on the fifth: 'recycle'</title><content type='html'>blogger and tweeter Stephen Chapman, who writes the blog &lt;a href="http://thestateofthenationuk.blogspot.com" target="_blank"&gt;The State Of The Nation UK&lt;/a&gt;, organises this distributed photo fest on the fifth of every month. my contributions so far have been&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://torchyboy.blogspot.com/2010/10/five-on-fifth-round.html" target="_blank"&gt;five on the fifth: 'round'&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://torchyboy.blogspot.com/2010/09/five-on-fifth-blues.html" target="_blank"&gt;five on the fifth: 'the blues'&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://torchyboy.blogspot.com/2010/08/five-on-fifth-on-road.html" target="_blank"&gt;five on the fifth: 'on the road'&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://torchyboy.blogspot.com/2010/06/five-on-fifth-looking-up.html" target="_blank"&gt;five on the fifth: 'looking up'&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://torchyboy.blogspot.com/2010/05/five-on-fifth-journey.html" target="_blank"&gt;five on the fifth: 'a journey'&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://torchyboy.blogspot.com/2010/04/five-on-fifth.html" target="_blank"&gt;five on the fifth: 'spring'&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://thestateofthenationuk.blogspot.com/search/label/5%20on%20the%20fifth"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OShxIThQVmA/S580SUNPTrI/AAAAAAAADZI/lvtdQR4BunY/s400/five+on+the+fifth3.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the theme for this month is 'recycle', and here's my 'entry'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for once i actually was thinking about this for a few days rather than doing it at the last minute. that didn't make it any less tricky tho!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_72z3PduvaEk/TNMwfMed4LI/AAAAAAAABgs/Oe9cxR1vkAc/s1600/20101101225328_4838-Edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_72z3PduvaEk/TNMwfMed4LI/AAAAAAAABgs/Oe9cxR1vkAc/s400/20101101225328_4838-Edit.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535821679451562162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_72z3PduvaEk/TNMwfppAMrI/AAAAAAAABg8/gUyXtylWdj4/s1600/20101102174731_4888-Edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_72z3PduvaEk/TNMwfppAMrI/AAAAAAAABg8/gUyXtylWdj4/s400/20101102174731_4888-Edit.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535821687280382642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_72z3PduvaEk/TNMwfRxUe7I/AAAAAAAABg0/g1zJcUiN-OI/s1600/20101102153541_4886-Edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_72z3PduvaEk/TNMwfRxUe7I/AAAAAAAABg0/g1zJcUiN-OI/s400/20101102153541_4886-Edit.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535821680872815538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_72z3PduvaEk/TNMwfzo3OyI/AAAAAAAABhM/nZB83QJg4Wo/s1600/20101104190852_4976-Edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_72z3PduvaEk/TNMwfzo3OyI/AAAAAAAABhM/nZB83QJg4Wo/s400/20101104190852_4976-Edit.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535821689964149538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_72z3PduvaEk/TNMwfhBNIiI/AAAAAAAABhE/xFbwmHVnzLk/s1600/20101103133204_4925-Edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_72z3PduvaEk/TNMwfhBNIiI/AAAAAAAABhE/xFbwmHVnzLk/s400/20101103133204_4925-Edit.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535821684965974562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all shot on my iphone4 in the last few days. as always, i hope you like them - please let me know what you think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;torchy!&lt;/I&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[&gt;_&lt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4817065462510897888-7816554139268959928?l=torchyboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_72z3PduvaEk/SjGZfI9kyzI/AAAAAAAAAoU/JGVorjemZd0/S220/t!+600px+square.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OShxIThQVmA/S580SUNPTrI/AAAAAAAADZI/lvtdQR4BunY/s72-c/five+on+the+fifth3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4817065462510897888.post-7645815288894916220</id><published>2010-10-28T19:29:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-10-28T19:29:43.744+01:00</updated><title type='text'>desperate</title><content type='html'>had my gym kit again today, but by lunchtime I was desperate for some fresh air so I went to the fortnightly farmers' market in Broadgate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasaweb.google.com/torchyboy/Torchy?authkey=Gv1sRgCMHGj7uv-vqDVA#5533165595577136162'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_72z3PduvaEk/TMnAyw_JtCI/AAAAAAAABgU/Fr7nh0YQsIA/s288/3.jpg' border='0' width='400' height='299' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lots of nice looking grub:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasaweb.google.com/torchyboy/Torchy?authkey=Gv1sRgCMHGj7uv-vqDVA#5533165679401144754'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_72z3PduvaEk/TMnA3pQWkbI/AAAAAAAABgc/yVtgeAF1y2Q/s288/5.jpg' border='0' width='400' height='299' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasaweb.google.com/torchyboy/Torchy?authkey=Gv1sRgCMHGj7uv-vqDVA#5533165742623161282'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_72z3PduvaEk/TMnA7Uxp-8I/AAAAAAAABgg/Gtp5bSzo0mo/s288/7.jpg' border='0' width='400' height='299' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a Thai green curry which was well nice except for the bits of lemon grass (?) that I kept having to pick out of my teeth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasaweb.google.com/torchyboy/Torchy?authkey=Gv1sRgCMHGj7uv-vqDVA#5533165831312619618'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_72z3PduvaEk/TMnBAfK3uGI/AAAAAAAABgk/KvfE1FMTvqQ/s288/8.jpg' border='0' width='299' height='400' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;camera accidentally took this pic *whistles innocently*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasaweb.google.com/torchyboy/Torchy?authkey=Gv1sRgCMHGj7uv-vqDVA#5533165909349019298'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_72z3PduvaEk/TMnBFB4MrqI/AAAAAAAABgo/FoR03CCRO24/s288/9.jpg' border='0' width='299' height='400' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the way back to the office I was head-down and chatting away on grindr to someone, when a guy kinda blocked my passage :O omg it was only a guy I worked with a long time ago. had a chat about all the ppl we knew - I'm hopeless at keeping in contact with anyone which explains why I'm a billy-no-mates - that and the fact I don't like footie, cricket, or talking about 'sexy' girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;turns out one of my former workmates is now a multi-millionaire. lucky sod. it was him who got me into running, back at that job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;managed to spin out a 30 minute training course so it lasted all morning lol. then had an impromptu training session this arvo with a bunch of others, including 2 cute Indians :P oh and for once I wasn't the one who was falling asleep! hah! well ok, so my eyes were like totally glazed over, but one of the others had his closed :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heres a question for you: there were three Indians in the room, none of them had beards or turbans, nor the red dot on the forehead. well actually one of them has a kinda red mark but it looks more like a cut or scar than a dot, but anyways.... they each had 2 rings on their right hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chandra had rings on fingers 2 and 3. Sanjay had them on fingers 3 and 4, and Prakash had them on 1 and 3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't asked (tho I might) but does anyone know if there's any significance on ring fingers for Indians? I'm rather hoping that 1 and 3 means 'I'm gay' :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;accidentally shoot... &lt;i&gt;torchy!&lt;/i&gt;  :P&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps. @Ladzrule: what's the 'one metre high club'? is that sex on a train or a comment about my shortyness? lol. if it's train-sex then no way! there were so many ppl standing everywhere it was embarrassing enough going to the loo by myself let alone trying to sneak a victim in with me! somehow i doubt I'd have got cheers from the assembled masses either!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[&gt;_&lt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4817065462510897888-7645815288894916220?l=torchyboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://torchyboy.blogspot.com/feeds/7645815288894916220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4817065462510897888&amp;postID=7645815288894916220&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4817065462510897888/posts/default/7645815288894916220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4817065462510897888/posts/default/7645815288894916220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://torchyboy.blogspot.com/2010/10/desperate.html' title='desperate'/><author><name>torchy!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01017957314245518030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_72z3PduvaEk/SjGZfI9kyzI/AAAAAAAAAoU/JGVorjemZd0/S220/t!+600px+square.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_72z3PduvaEk/TMnAyw_JtCI/AAAAAAAABgU/Fr7nh0YQsIA/s72-c/3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4817065462510897888.post-4881254911108546941</id><published>2010-10-28T00:00:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-10-28T00:00:25.550+01:00</updated><title type='text'>ass in the air</title><content type='html'>still doing nothing at work. well, I have done something, except it's not behaving as I was led to believe and I don't have the system knowledge to track down what's wrong. and my 'mentor' is too busy to help, so basically I'm doing my best to look busy all day (and probably failing miserably). but I'm still being paid handsomely so it's hard to justify grumbling. it's unfathomable that these companies can be so disorganised at hiring people then not getting them trained up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a bit if a mini adventure last night, which I don't wanna blog about right now, but it involved me getting a train from Paddington instead of Waterloo. I changed tubes at Euston Square.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;while I was waiting on the platform I spotted this really cute looking guy totally check out my package. I parked myself by the wall and we glanced at each other every now and then. then some woman chatted to him and I heard her say 'you should be going in the opposite direction'. she walked off, leaving him looking at the tube map, totally baffled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ideal opportunity for me, so I asked him where he wanted to go... not much more to report really except we were crammed up close to each other on the same train for 4 stops til he got off, doing our best to talk to each other in a strange mix of French and English.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;unfortunately my French only stretches as far as "oh non alors, l'ascenseur ne marche pas" and "qu'est ce que le soup du jour", and neither phrase seemed all that applicable at the time, but I said them anyway :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd have stood more chance at understanding him if he'd slowed down a bit. half the battle with foreign lingo is knowing where each word ends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he said he'd been here for 6 months to learn english. I'd hope to have picked up more French in 6 months than he had English lol. still, a very cute nice guy, and it was nice to break the unwritten rules by chatting on the tube.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we shook hands a couple of times and said our au revoirs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm away this weekend - going to the wilds of Dorset on a photo trip. I did the same thing last year, but went down with manflu and felt well out of it. I found I've got a couple of draft blog posts I wrote at the time but never posted so that'll save me having to think of something new to say lol :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this morning I was getting a coffee from the vending machine (it's only 10p whatever you have) and I dropped the coin on the floor, so I'm like down on my hands and knees scrabbling around with my ass in the air and... i found my 10p plus a pound coin! that's deffo a result coz I'd normally get on my hands and knees with my ass in the air for far less :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasaweb.google.com/torchyboy/Torchy?authkey=Gv1sRgCMHGj7uv-vqDVA#5532864590837561266'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_72z3PduvaEk/TMivB-81t7I/AAAAAAAABgQ/kp6t9r7mtn4/s288/3.jpg' border='0' width='400' height='299' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;i&gt;shot on my walk to work on Monday&lt;/I&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;ass in the air... &lt;i&gt;torchy!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps. comments on 'pruple' post:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@Dodger, Seth: I agree - got to start somewhere and a much bigger thing in educational institutions which is obvs a good thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@Kyle: I checked - actually it was a Fuji Instax - proper instant print out of the camera&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@Ladzrule: nice idea of swapping heads :D shame I didn't think of it :) haven't been back there since yet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@Jamsey: lmao! neeiiigghhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and thanks to all who commented even if you're not named here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[&gt;_&lt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4817065462510897888-4881254911108546941?l=torchyboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://torchyboy.blogspot.com/feeds/4881254911108546941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4817065462510897888&amp;postID=4881254911108546941&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4817065462510897888/posts/default/4881254911108546941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4817065462510897888/posts/default/4881254911108546941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://torchyboy.blogspot.com/2010/10/ass-in-air.html' title='ass in the air'/><author><name>torchy!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01017957314245518030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_72z3PduvaEk/SjGZfI9kyzI/AAAAAAAAAoU/JGVorjemZd0/S220/t!+600px+square.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_72z3PduvaEk/TMivB-81t7I/AAAAAAAABgQ/kp6t9r7mtn4/s72-c/3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4817065462510897888.post-7035921109888320420</id><published>2010-10-20T21:49:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-10-20T21:50:01.906+01:00</updated><title type='text'>pruple</title><content type='html'>wore purple today for Spirit day or whatever it's globally known as. not that I think it is known globally. or even known much at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_72z3PduvaEk/TL9T2NrW6RI/AAAAAAAABgE/RzslCwrBUA0/s1600/IMG_4241.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 305px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_72z3PduvaEk/TL9T2NrW6RI/AAAAAAAABgE/RzslCwrBUA0/s400/IMG_4241.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530231058283817234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;about 95% of the ppl I follow on twitter must be gay, yet some of those didn't know about it, and others were very cynical about it. and despite seeing *crowds* of ppl in the City at lunchtime and in the West End in early evening, I reckon I only had one sighting of another 'purple'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's a supportive thing to do, but let's not kid ourselves that it'll change anything, especially when the vast majority of ppl are clueless about it. even a ribbon would be more effective. having said that, I'm sure it'll be more effective in schools and colleges where the staff encourage it. also, to be fair, i think it's a much bigger thing in the US and Canadia than it is here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met up with a str8 friend after work and went to A&amp;F. I pretty much loathe that place - phenomenally pricey gear for guys that are in far better shape than I am - like my str8 friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's this giant pic of a yummy torso in the entrance lobby, plus a couple of guys in A&amp;F gear and some judy with a camera, which I naturally spotted instantly as it looked like an instant print camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we had a wander round checking out the stuff. my friend wanted a shirt (for £70 ffs) and was trying to find one his size, but they were a bit high. he's about the same height as me, ie midget :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this tall sales assistant who was smokkinn hot came over to help, and he's like standing by the side of me at full stretch so his shirt lifted up high. with his low-slung jeans on, there must've been about 2 inches of undies (charcoal grey CK, and boxer briefs by the looks of them) plus another 3 inches of skin with light treasure trail. yum :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so fckn mesmerised that I totally forgot to sneak a pic while his shirt was still up. he was like it for what seemed like aeons but he came down just as I grabbed a shot :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_72z3PduvaEk/TL9T18L-qAI/AAAAAAAABf8/wDA05IBpNg0/s1600/IMG_4282.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_72z3PduvaEk/TL9T18L-qAI/AAAAAAAABf8/wDA05IBpNg0/s400/IMG_4282.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530231053588801538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had to be careful coz I got told off for trying to take pics last time lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if I'd been on my own I'd have totally struck up a convo about him not wearing A&amp;F undies, but it would have really gayed out my friend. um actually I say convo, but it would have been like a sentence from me and a scowl back from hot guy lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saw a few other guys' undies as their shirts lifted when they were trying on stuff, but they had like baggy boxers with about 4 inches showing about their waistbands. looked like they'd tried to stuff a parachute down there or something. don't get why ppl wear such pants pants. not hot at all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the place smells well nice coz I guess they spray their cologne on everything, like they do at Hollister. £54 for their Fierce cologne ffs! I got some Hollister SoCal for £40 and I can only smell it for like 10 mins after spraying ffs. no way am I spending any more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we left after paying for his shirt, my friend walking in front. as I walked thru the lobby I saw camera-judy, so I'm like 'what's the camera for?' and she goes 'to take pictures with our beautiful model. would you like one'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that kinda caught me on the hop coz I hadn't even spotted him, hah! but there he was, wearing an open jacket, with his rippling pecs and abs, right next to me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'um, yeh all right then' I heard myself say :O so he put his arm round me and she took a Polaroid. actually now I think back, I wasn't so taken aback that I didn't first make sure it wasn't gonna cost me anything! hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_72z3PduvaEk/TL9T1mQRLjI/AAAAAAAABf0/lNWYlB0H_pk/s1600/IMG_4299.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 311px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_72z3PduvaEk/TL9T1mQRLjI/AAAAAAAABf0/lNWYlB0H_pk/s400/IMG_4299.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530231047701212722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry about the pixellation but I'm not about to show my face on here innit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;yummy torso... &lt;i&gt;torchy!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (I wish)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps. tbh I think the model looks more grotesque than hot. take it from me his smile is much better than mine tho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[&gt;_&lt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4817065462510897888-7035921109888320420?l=torchyboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://torchyboy.blogspot.com/feeds/7035921109888320420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4817065462510897888&amp;postID=7035921109888320420&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4817065462510897888/posts/default/7035921109888320420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4817065462510897888/posts/default/7035921109888320420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://torchyboy.blogspot.com/2010/10/pruple.html' title='pruple'/><author><name>torchy!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01017957314245518030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_72z3PduvaEk/SjGZfI9kyzI/AAAAAAAAAoU/JGVorjemZd0/S220/t!+600px+square.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_72z3PduvaEk/TL9T2NrW6RI/AAAAAAAABgE/RzslCwrBUA0/s72-c/IMG_4241.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4817065462510897888.post-9084513158750512817</id><published>2010-10-19T13:44:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-10-19T13:44:56.247+01:00</updated><title type='text'>bj in the supplies store</title><content type='html'>still haven't got into a routine for work yet. I'm going to bed too late and getting up so tired. even been too tired to wank at night and no time in the morning. I kinda half wake up at about 3 or 4 just thinking about like sex and wanking but still too tired to do anything about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had my gym induction yesterday lunchtime in the office *free* gym. it's not that big, but it's well stocked with equipment. was a bit busy and there were a few hot guys but none that were really my type.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the instructor took me thru the program he wants me to do. he was finishing off by telling me where to find my card and that, and I was like ffs hurry up coz I've just seen a hot guy head to the changing room and I wanna see him nekkid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the showers are nice and warm but there's like barely room to move in the changing room coz of all the clothes and bags left on the pegs and benches. even for a perve like me guys were a bit close. I mean it's ok having a cock waved in my face if you're allowed to do something with it, but otherwise it's kinda awkward. the two i saw did look pretty tasty tho :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sat on a corner desk by a main aisle and in the arvo I saw a maintenance guy strolling toward me. I was kinda drooling, then he looked at me so I immediately looked away (fail). then I looked back and he came up to talk to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he had a probe thing and was measuring the air temperature, and asking if I was hot. I was so tempted to say something cheesy like I'm a lot hotter now you're standing right next to me but I resisted :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was a bit weird how he was like only speaking to me about the temperature. i felt like I coulda asked for the temperature to be shifted by a few degrees and he'd have done it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he said he'll come by today to check again. hope he does while I'm at my desk. I need tips on how to manoeuvre the convo into offering him a bj in the supplies store :P &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;big queue at Bank station last night so I walked to Waterloo instead. a nice walk nd got some pics :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasaweb.google.com/torchyboy/Torchy?authkey=Gv1sRgCMHGj7uv-vqDVA#5529737278530890402'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_72z3PduvaEk/TL2SwcwRqqI/AAAAAAAABfs/y3JE7T5pvXo/s288/1.jpg' border='0' width='400' height='254' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;The Shard, under construction&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasaweb.google.com/torchyboy/Torchy?authkey=Gv1sRgCMHGj7uv-vqDVA#5529737292276573682'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_72z3PduvaEk/TL2SxP9gJfI/AAAAAAAABfw/bqNws6oDgGg/s288/3.jpg' border='0' width='400' height='269' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Millennium Bridge and Tate Modern&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;perve like me... &lt;i&gt;torchy!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[&gt;_&lt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4817065462510897888-9084513158750512817?l=torchyboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://torchyboy.blogspot.com/feeds/9084513158750512817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4817065462510897888&amp;postID=9084513158750512817&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4817065462510897888/posts/default/9084513158750512817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4817065462510897888/posts/default/9084513158750512817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://torchyboy.blogspot.com/2010/10/bj-in-supplies-store.html' title='bj in the supplies store'/><author><name>torchy!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01017957314245518030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_72z3PduvaEk/SjGZfI9kyzI/AAAAAAAAAoU/JGVorjemZd0/S220/t!+600px+square.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_72z3PduvaEk/TL2SwcwRqqI/AAAAAAAABfs/y3JE7T5pvXo/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4817065462510897888.post-8115761536709405756</id><published>2010-10-17T23:14:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-10-17T23:14:18.689+01:00</updated><title type='text'>arse</title><content type='html'>I've been posting recently using the iPhone blogpress app. it's really handy and I've used it off and on for about 18 months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the pics from the iPhone get uploaded to blogpress' own hosting site and obviously there's something dodgy on that site coz google has been bitching about malware. it was reporting that my blog was a malware host coz of it :( &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've replaced the blogpress-hosted images on the recent posts by uploading them to blogger instead and it seems ok now, but there must be well loads of those images dotted around in old posts. bummer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, I've changed the setting to try to upload direct to blogger so this is a test post to see if it works.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry for the inconvenience. here's an arse for you, to compensate in some small way :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasaweb.google.com/torchyboy/Torchy?authkey=Gv1sRgCMHGj7uv-vqDVA#5529141858532843202'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_72z3PduvaEk/TLt1OcaX3sI/AAAAAAAABfg/D38u_IiLmLA/s288/1.jpg' border='0' width='224' height='281' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;getting to the bottom of it...&lt;i&gt;torchy!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[&gt;_&lt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4817065462510897888-8115761536709405756?l=torchyboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://torchyboy.blogspot.com/feeds/8115761536709405756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4817065462510897888&amp;postID=8115761536709405756&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4817065462510897888/posts/default/8115761536709405756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4817065462510897888/posts/default/8115761536709405756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://torchyboy.blogspot.com/2010/10/arse.html' title='arse'/><author><name>torchy!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01017957314245518030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_72z3PduvaEk/SjGZfI9kyzI/AAAAAAAAAoU/JGVorjemZd0/S220/t!+600px+square.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_72z3PduvaEk/TLt1OcaX3sI/AAAAAAAABfg/D38u_IiLmLA/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4817065462510897888.post-2759461293027475613</id><published>2010-10-17T19:58:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-10-17T20:12:16.927+01:00</updated><title type='text'>auto-nod</title><content type='html'>sorry if you got a malware warning for the last post. it was coz i uploaded the pics using blogpress, and i've re-uploaded them to blogger now, so it's safe. i'll have to see if i can get blogpress to upload to picasa or something instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went into town yesterday to get some work clothes and stuff. i've wanted an electric toothbrush for a while, so i was in boots and asking this lady, a dental electrical product consultant or something. she was giving me the lowdown about them, and about her gum problems. and her recent trip to the dentist. and her fillings... my eyes were already glazed over by this stage - i was already on auto-nod and auto-mhm and kinda drifting off into torchy-world which is a pretty horny place btw as you know. so when she said 'i've got a small mouth' i had this vision of a rather lovely blowjob. but then right after that she said she had a strong gag reflex, so that vision suddenly popped, right before my imaginary bj did. you can get them cheaper from amazon anyways so i didn't bother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had a mad dash to get home, get some scoff down my neck, then out to quiz night. it'd only just started when i started getting these major stomach pains. let's just say that i had to take 3 extended breaks from the quiz to 'attend to things', well embarassing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our team won again - no thanks to me. we had to go up to the front to collect the prize, and when i stood up i realised that the top button of my jeans was undone coz if my earlier problem. luckily i didn't suffer a wardrobe malfunction tho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a different kind of...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;miserable shit... &lt;i&gt;torchy!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[&gt;_&lt;]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4817065462510897888-2759461293027475613?l=torchyboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_72z3PduvaEk/SjGZfI9kyzI/AAAAAAAAAoU/JGVorjemZd0/S220/t!+600px+square.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4817065462510897888.post-574000792077686213</id><published>2010-10-17T19:38:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-10-17T19:48:37.994+01:00</updated><title type='text'>cuteness</title><content type='html'>Friday lunchtime the only cute guy on the team asked if I wanted to go to lunch. at first I said no. coz I'm a miserable shit but then I thought better of it and reckoned it would be good to socialise. some of the others went to a pub but I loathe lunches in crowded pubs, partly coz I can't hear what anyone's saying over the ambient noise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so it was me and 5 indians at lunch in the canteen. there's load of Indians at work. hope not many of them will feature in the stuff I write, coz I'm gonna struggle to come up with fake names for them lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;left work about 6 and went to the west end. wandered about a bit and found myself at Clone Zone (quell surprise!). wanted to get a pic of the dildos to post here but I got like major scowled at so I bottled. bought some poppers for the first time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_72z3PduvaEk/TLtEmQIb-WI/AAAAAAAABeQ/dOSlTU6VoXQ/s1600/IMG_4121.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_72z3PduvaEk/TLtEmQIb-WI/AAAAAAAABeQ/dOSlTU6VoXQ/s400/IMG_4121.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529088391483488610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_72z3PduvaEk/TLtEj0TVRKI/AAAAAAAABeA/anEqLfAD0iU/s1600/IMG_4124.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_72z3PduvaEk/TLtEj0TVRKI/AAAAAAAABeA/anEqLfAD0iU/s400/IMG_4124.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529088349653255330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;spent ages just like wandering aimlessly and chatting online. found some guys dressed up for some promo in Piccadilly Circus and took a couple of pics. when I asked the lion if it was ok, he said 'sure, I'll put my mask on' so I said 'nah don't bother, I wanna capture your cuteness' :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_72z3PduvaEk/TLtElQIHhKI/AAAAAAAABeI/2X0UPjDEm1g/s1600/IMG_4122.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_72z3PduvaEk/TLtElQIHhKI/AAAAAAAABeI/2X0UPjDEm1g/s400/IMG_4122.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529088374302278818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_72z3PduvaEk/TLtEjnkYi5I/AAAAAAAABd4/dP0rGCKvySw/s1600/IMG_4125.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 395px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_72z3PduvaEk/TLtEjnkYi5I/AAAAAAAABd4/dP0rGCKvySw/s400/IMG_4125.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529088346235112338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just got the train home with a minute or so to spare. asked this guy if the seat next to him was free and omg it turned out to be a friend I lost touch with a few years ago. chatted to him all the way home. turns out he works near me so I'll have to behave myself lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;miserable shit...&lt;i&gt;torchy!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[&gt;_&lt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div 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title='cuteness'/><author><name>torchy!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01017957314245518030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_72z3PduvaEk/SjGZfI9kyzI/AAAAAAAAAoU/JGVorjemZd0/S220/t!+600px+square.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_72z3PduvaEk/TLtEmQIb-WI/AAAAAAAABeQ/dOSlTU6VoXQ/s72-c/IMG_4121.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4817065462510897888.post-502754727181627213</id><published>2010-10-14T19:10:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-10-17T21:57:47.096+01:00</updated><title type='text'>spaghetti bolognese</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_72z3PduvaEk/TLti26bSwvI/AAAAAAAABeY/jcku8L--roY/s1600/20100818171127_3056.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_72z3PduvaEk/TLti26bSwvI/AAAAAAAABeY/jcku8L--roY/s400/20100818171127_3056.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529121663063606002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a popular Italian dish, seen here with a somewhat unusual, even à la mode, presentation. oops&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the point in my last post was that I thought she'd said 'I call him passion', but she'd actually said 'I'll go and bash him'. as it turned out, moderately-hot phone guy visited to say he didn't know what to do, and it was grey-haired phone guy who fixed it for me, by replacing a bunch of cables and finally the phone itself lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went for a brisk walk at lunchtime and found myself outside Chariots Shoreditch (a gay sauna). I've never had the balls(?) to go in one, but it looks nice on their website - nicer than the others, and it's only about 10mins walk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not that that makes it any more likely that I'll visit, coz Chariots Limehouse was only 10mins on the bus from my last job and I never visited that. mind you that place looked pretty seedy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you've read my blog for some time, you'll know I'm a bit of a tease. i mean, almost all of my posts are totally true, but there's like a *very* small number of posts which are fictitious, eg &lt;a target="_blank" href="http://torchyboy.blogspot.com/2009/01/in-fuck-bunker.html"&gt;'in the fuck bunker'&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a target="_blank" href="http://torchyboy.blogspot.com/2009/04/vidi-vici-venimus.html"&gt;'vidi vici venimus'&lt;/a&gt;, but you knew that about those posts already didntcha?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, there might be some raunchy posts coming up and if I'm describing hot action with someone, I ain't saying whether it's true or not - you're gonna have to decide that for yourself ok? and that applies to these posts too:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://torchyboy.blogspot.com/2010/04/got-proper-bf.html"&gt;'got a proper bf'&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a target="_blank" href="http://torchyboy.blogspot.com/2010/07/follow-me.html"&gt;'follow me'&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't want you to think that I'm a fake or this blog is a fake tho - I've never claimed to be something I'm not and that's why I'm warning you up front about it. (or slightly behind wrt to those last two posts lol).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even if you think a post is ficticious, I hope you enjoy reading it :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;up front... &lt;i&gt;torchy!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps. i actually had intended to post something to this effect right after the &lt;a target="_blank" href="http://torchyboy.blogspot.com/2010/07/follow-me.html"&gt;'follow me'&lt;/a&gt; post, but never got round to it. sorry about that. and I guess that gives you a massive hint about the provenance of that post lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pps. the spaghetti bolognese on the floor pic was from about July I think, and i tweeted it at the time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ppps. as we're talking 'up front', here's a gratuitous self-pic :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_72z3PduvaEk/TLtjMq_e6DI/AAAAAAAABeg/lonCCq4qxBU/s1600/20100918-2pxzi5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 389px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_72z3PduvaEk/TLtjMq_e6DI/AAAAAAAABeg/lonCCq4qxBU/s400/20100918-2pxzi5.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529122036877551666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[&gt;_&lt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4817065462510897888-502754727181627213?l=torchyboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://torchyboy.blogspot.com/feeds/502754727181627213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4817065462510897888&amp;postID=502754727181627213&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4817065462510897888/posts/default/502754727181627213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4817065462510897888/posts/default/502754727181627213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://torchyboy.blogspot.com/2010/10/spaghetti-bolognese.html' title='spaghetti bolognese'/><author><name>torchy!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01017957314245518030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_72z3PduvaEk/SjGZfI9kyzI/AAAAAAAAAoU/JGVorjemZd0/S220/t!+600px+square.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_72z3PduvaEk/TLti26bSwvI/AAAAAAAABeY/jcku8L--roY/s72-c/20100818171127_3056.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4817065462510897888.post-7278777191903204589</id><published>2010-10-13T21:53:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-10-17T22:14:56.480+01:00</updated><title type='text'>mistaken passion</title><content type='html'>I ditched o2 in favour of vodafone to get the iphone4 in mid august, then found the vodafone coverage was pretty pants near home, and on my 2 interviews in London it didn't seem to be any better than my memory of o2. so I gave the iphone4 back to vf, then a couple of weeks ago, just before the apple free case program ended I switched to tesco and got an iphone4 again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the tesco network is provisioned by o2. 2 days after I started with tesco - and got charged £449 twice, which I *still* haven't got back yet òó - I heard i'd got the job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now I've started work, I've found that I've got a really poor signal from tesco/o2 where I'm sitting. I don't get many calls anyway, but they go straight to voicemail, and if I try to call someone, we can't understand each other. ironically the lady next to me is on vodafone and she doesn't seem to have a problem. meh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've moved to my proper desk now and the lady next to me is very friendly and is French. her English is very good, altho she has what would be a sexy accent if her voice wasn't so gravelly from her being such a 'eavy smokeur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my desk phone hasn't been hooked up yet (neither have I lol), altho a moderately hot guy did come round to look at it earlier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she was aghast that it hadn't been sorted yet and asked who had looked at it. 'was it the guy with the grey hair?' she asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told her it was a younger guy with a goatee. she gave a smile of recognition and said 'I call him passion'! I was thinking omg, competition! and I was just about to say I totally thought the same, but for some reason I said 'pardon' instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'I'll go and bash him', she said. phew! that was a lucky escape!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've checked out a couple of local gyms, one of which is like 1 minute from the office. now my office email works, I've found out there's actually a free gym in the building :) obviously it's not that big, and there's no pool, but its difficult to beat free, innit?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tom Daley won another gold medal today so here's a gratuitous hot action pic from the Evening Standard. well ok, not that kind of action, but he is only 16 :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_72z3PduvaEk/TLtnN_l_-JI/AAAAAAAABfY/rfQ_CjBrYoI/s1600/20101013214315_3789.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 222px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_72z3PduvaEk/TLtnN_l_-JI/AAAAAAAABfY/rfQ_CjBrYoI/s400/20101013214315_3789.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529126457634191506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;gratis hot action... &lt;i&gt;torchy!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps. thanks for the comments guys. Ladzrule, I'm impressed you remember that trip of mine from 15 months ago! its' deffo not me with the gas mask! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I should ask what the SM in BDSM stands for too, coz it could be sub, slave, sado, master, masochism or maybe even some others. whatever it is, I'm not not into it. (yet) *innocent look*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[&gt;_&lt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4817065462510897888-7278777191903204589?l=torchyboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://torchyboy.blogspot.com/feeds/7278777191903204589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4817065462510897888&amp;postID=7278777191903204589&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4817065462510897888/posts/default/7278777191903204589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4817065462510897888/posts/default/7278777191903204589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://torchyboy.blogspot.com/2010/10/mistaken-passion.html' title='mistaken passion'/><author><name>torchy!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01017957314245518030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_72z3PduvaEk/SjGZfI9kyzI/AAAAAAAAAoU/JGVorjemZd0/S220/t!+600px+square.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_72z3PduvaEk/TLtnN_l_-JI/AAAAAAAABfY/rfQ_CjBrYoI/s72-c/20101013214315_3789.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4817065462510897888.post-8870375082411558051</id><published>2010-10-12T21:57:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-10-17T22:00:23.823+01:00</updated><title type='text'>gas</title><content type='html'>different job, different location, different bunch of guys on grindr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_72z3PduvaEk/TLtjzQfahxI/AAAAAAAABeo/BWCnjekvIZ8/s1600/20101017113411_4004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_72z3PduvaEk/TLtjzQfahxI/AAAAAAAABeo/BWCnjekvIZ8/s400/20101017113411_4004.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529122699778623250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should make contact with him: he may have a spare gas mask in case there's a gas attack :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just kidding! no, really! - bdsm doesn't do a lot for me, altho I have to admit that a gas mask does have a certain panache about it lol. come to think of it, what does the 'd' stand for in 'bdsm'?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a guy I chatted to on grindr a few months back spotted me online yesterday and we got to know each other again - remembered quite a bit about each other which was nice. I never met him coz he lived in an inconvenient place, but now I'm in the City, it doesn't seem so bad, so maybe when I've settled in...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was practically falling asleep at work today I was so tired, so I need an early night. but I've got shitloads to do. I haven't wanted to move off my bed tho coz I've got stomach cramps :S think i've got a bad case of trapped...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;gas... &lt;i&gt;torchy!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[&gt;_&lt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4817065462510897888-8870375082411558051?l=torchyboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://torchyboy.blogspot.com/feeds/8870375082411558051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4817065462510897888&amp;postID=8870375082411558051&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4817065462510897888/posts/default/8870375082411558051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4817065462510897888/posts/default/8870375082411558051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://torchyboy.blogspot.com/2010/10/gas.html' title='gas'/><author><name>torchy!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01017957314245518030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_72z3PduvaEk/SjGZfI9kyzI/AAAAAAAAAoU/JGVorjemZd0/S220/t!+600px+square.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_72z3PduvaEk/TLtjzQfahxI/AAAAAAAABeo/BWCnjekvIZ8/s72-c/20101017113411_4004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4817065462510897888.post-504141668200262776</id><published>2010-10-11T19:05:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-10-17T22:02:56.680+01:00</updated><title type='text'>I got blown</title><content type='html'>...away by the good luck wishes from you guys and my twitter pals. it was really supportive - made me feel all warm and glowy. much the same as a popper rush :P ...or so I'm told *innocent look*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so today was my first day in the new job. OMG - it is so good to be back at work. hahaha - not! but srsly it is good to have a job and I'm deffo gonna do my best to make it a good one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first stop was at a swanky office in an area of London I dont know well, to meet HR and sign a morass of paperwork and promise not to be naughty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then to the office where I'll work - it's in the City, near Bank tube station. predictably nothing much was set up for me - I have a system login, but no mail nor interweb access. mobile signal is really flakey at my desk - it's a temporary one coz there's no kit on my proper desk lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_72z3PduvaEk/TLtkYqqCZII/AAAAAAAABew/OH7sqb1wRCU/s1600/20101011184309_3726.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_72z3PduvaEk/TLtkYqqCZII/AAAAAAAABew/OH7sqb1wRCU/s400/20101011184309_3726.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529123342457660546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;basically had pretty much f-all to do today coz the boss was busy - but at least this one is friendly - he's the guy who interviewed me. read a couple of docs and struggled to get my head round some well complicated (for me) financial concepts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got introduced to like a hundred ppl mid-afternoon. I can remember about 3 names and no faces lol. one guy has an unfortunate name - 'Ashit' - it's probably totally regular in his language - maybe he sniggers at some western names. oh, 2 guys I was introduced to pinged my gaydar, altho one has a wedding ring so I could be wrong about him, but you never know! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;checked out the local gym at lunchtime - quite a bit cheaper than the one I was a member of in CW, but not as nice. the pool is shorter and the sauna and steamrooms are mixed ffs. what's that about?! no sauna guy for me there, so I'll check out some of the other gyms. thnk they're a load more expensive tho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wound up the receptionist by being a bit thick about the security pass form, so I kept smiling sweetly at her thru the day and she's on-side now :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;canteen is small but does good salads and half-price Starbucks - w00t! (tastes a bit weird tho). sadly not a single cute canteen boy in sight :( haven't actually seen *any* hot guys in the office at all :( there must be some somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fired up grindr to see who was about and saw that a few of the guys I've chatted to previously are fairly close. wonder if I can convince any of them to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;blow... &lt;i&gt;torchy!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[&gt;_&lt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4817065462510897888-504141668200262776?l=torchyboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://torchyboy.blogspot.com/feeds/504141668200262776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4817065462510897888&amp;postID=504141668200262776&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4817065462510897888/posts/default/504141668200262776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4817065462510897888/posts/default/504141668200262776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://torchyboy.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-got-blown.html' title='I got blown'/><author><name>torchy!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01017957314245518030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_72z3PduvaEk/SjGZfI9kyzI/AAAAAAAAAoU/JGVorjemZd0/S220/t!+600px+square.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_72z3PduvaEk/TLtkYqqCZII/AAAAAAAABew/OH7sqb1wRCU/s72-c/20101011184309_3726.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4817065462510897888.post-2317117124380443624</id><published>2010-10-10T20:34:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-10-17T22:08:53.731+01:00</updated><title type='text'>early night</title><content type='html'>first day of the new job tomorrow. i'm barely nervous at all - primarily coz I haven't thought about it much yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's Sunday evening and as soon as this is posted I'll be watching X Factor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just come back from a yummy hooray-I-got-a-job meal at&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_72z3PduvaEk/TLtlSgpkIII/AAAAAAAABfI/HxpLt8wfM94/s1600/20101010194747_3690.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_72z3PduvaEk/TLtlSgpkIII/AAAAAAAABfI/HxpLt8wfM94/s400/20101010194747_3690.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529124336203735170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;before that I was at West Quay shopping centre in Southampton, where I went to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_72z3PduvaEk/TLtlUMGAt0I/AAAAAAAABfQ/D8lDMKM1pVo/s1600/20101010165622_3688.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_72z3PduvaEk/TLtlUMGAt0I/AAAAAAAABfQ/D8lDMKM1pVo/s400/20101010165622_3688.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529124365045643074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;again. got a couple of clearance t-shirts and some So-Cal cologne that I meant to buy last time. gotta smell my best for the London boys :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why did I go to Southampton today? to see this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_72z3PduvaEk/TLtlR8I-3pI/AAAAAAAABfA/vSYL-zyxzMg/s1600/20101010202416_3691.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 279px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_72z3PduvaEk/TLtlR8I-3pI/AAAAAAAABfA/vSYL-zyxzMg/s400/20101010202416_3691.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529124326403399314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;- the new liner Queen Elizabeth, which is having it's naming ceremony tomorrow. saw it from a really swanky marina in Hythe - well posh place: lovely houses with boats parked right outside. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next pic was taken a bit further up the coast. had to walk along a 6" ledge over the sea to get a clear view.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_72z3PduvaEk/TLtlRJXunxI/AAAAAAAABe4/4LcoQXVD9ps/s1600/20101010202505_3692.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 140px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_72z3PduvaEk/TLtlRJXunxI/AAAAAAAABe4/4LcoQXVD9ps/s400/20101010202505_3692.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529124312775040786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guess I'll be getting an early night tonight for once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;wish me luck... &lt;i&gt;torchy!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[&gt;_&lt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4817065462510897888-2317117124380443624?l=torchyboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://torchyboy.blogspot.com/feeds/2317117124380443624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4817065462510897888&amp;postID=2317117124380443624&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4817065462510897888/posts/default/2317117124380443624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4817065462510897888/posts/default/2317117124380443624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://torchyboy.blogspot.com/2010/10/early-night.html' title='early night'/><author><name>torchy!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01017957314245518030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_72z3PduvaEk/SjGZfI9kyzI/AAAAAAAAAoU/JGVorjemZd0/S220/t!+600px+square.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_72z3PduvaEk/TLtlSgpkIII/AAAAAAAABfI/HxpLt8wfM94/s72-c/20101010194747_3690.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4817065462510897888.post-3591545494831732409</id><published>2010-10-05T23:08:00.014+01:00</published><updated>2010-10-05T23:37:09.955+01:00</updated><title type='text'>five on the fifth: 'round'</title><content type='html'>blogger and tweeter Stephen Chapman, who writes the blog &lt;a href="http://thestateofthenationuk.blogspot.com" target="_blank"&gt;The&amp;nbsp;State&amp;nbsp;Of&amp;nbsp;The&amp;nbsp;Nation&amp;nbsp;UK&lt;/a&gt;, organises this distributed photo fest on the fifth of every month. my contributions so far have been&lt;br&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://torchyboy.blogspot.com/2010/09/five-on-fifth-blues.html" target="_blank"&gt;five on the fifth: 'the blues'&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://torchyboy.blogspot.com/2010/08/five-on-fifth-on-road.html" target="_blank"&gt;five on the fifth: 'on the road'&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://torchyboy.blogspot.com/2010/06/five-on-fifth-looking-up.html" target="_blank"&gt;five on the fifth: 'looking up'&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://torchyboy.blogspot.com/2010/05/five-on-fifth-journey.html" target="_blank"&gt;five on the fifth: 'a journey'&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://torchyboy.blogspot.com/2010/04/five-on-fifth.html" target="_blank"&gt;five on the fifth: 'spring'&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://thestateofthenationuk.blogspot.com/search/label/5%20on%20the%20fifth"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OShxIThQVmA/S580SUNPTrI/AAAAAAAADZI/lvtdQR4BunY/s400/five+on+the+fifth3.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the theme for this month is 'round', and here's my 'entry'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i only remembered this yesterday, then promptly forgot again. rather than take macro shots of round things, like power buttons or coins or whatever, i've taken a different approach. i've found some round (or near-round) structures on google earth and i've taken screenshots of them. for each photo, there's a link to the google map location, so you can explore around it if you want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_72z3PduvaEk/TKuitkJSvRI/AAAAAAAABds/MCZWUqo5kwg/s1600/IMG_3515+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_72z3PduvaEk/TKuitkJSvRI/AAAAAAAABds/MCZWUqo5kwg/s400/IMG_3515+copy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524688271580511506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.royalparks.org.uk/parks/hyde_park/diana_memorial.cfm" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Princess Diana Memorial Fountain&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://maps.google.co.uk/maps?f=q&amp;source=s_q&amp;hl=en&amp;geocode=&amp;q=fyfield&amp;sll=51.410717,-1.826563&amp;sspn=0.049788,0.140333&amp;ie=UTF8&amp;hq=&amp;hnear=Fyfield,+Andover,+United+Kingdom&amp;ll=51.504564,-0.171353&amp;spn=0.001593,0.004385&amp;t=h&amp;z=19" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;i&gt;google maps link&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_72z3PduvaEk/TKuitQ_XOhI/AAAAAAAABdk/88bwQ_3BcNo/s1600/IMG_3514+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_72z3PduvaEk/TKuitQ_XOhI/AAAAAAAABdk/88bwQ_3BcNo/s400/IMG_3514+copy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524688266438588946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Magic_Roundabout_(Swindon)" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Magic Roundabout, Swindon&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://maps.google.co.uk/maps?f=q&amp;source=s_q&amp;hl=en&amp;geocode=&amp;q=fyfield&amp;sll=51.410717,-1.826563&amp;sspn=0.049788,0.140333&amp;ie=UTF8&amp;hq=&amp;hnear=Fyfield,+Andover,+United+Kingdom&amp;ll=51.562827,-1.771264&amp;spn=0.001591,0.004385&amp;t=k&amp;z=19" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;i&gt;google maps link&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_72z3PduvaEk/TKuitNOAWjI/AAAAAAAABdc/BBBqOeX5fqU/s1600/IMG_3513+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_72z3PduvaEk/TKuitNOAWjI/AAAAAAAABdc/BBBqOeX5fqU/s400/IMG_3513+copy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524688265426262578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Stonehenge" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Stonehenge&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://maps.google.co.uk/maps?f=q&amp;source=s_q&amp;hl=en&amp;geocode=&amp;q=fyfield&amp;sll=51.410717,-1.826563&amp;sspn=0.049788,0.140333&amp;ie=UTF8&amp;hq=&amp;hnear=Fyfield,+Andover,+United+Kingdom&amp;ll=51.178844,-1.826053&amp;spn=0.001604,0.004385&amp;t=h&amp;z=19" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;i&gt;google maps link&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_72z3PduvaEk/TKuis6szO5I/AAAAAAAABdU/uLjDn-gILN0/s1600/IMG_3512+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_72z3PduvaEk/TKuis6szO5I/AAAAAAAABdU/uLjDn-gILN0/s400/IMG_3512+copy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524688260455152530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lulworth_cove" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Lulworth Cove, Dorset&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://maps.google.co.uk/maps?f=q&amp;source=s_q&amp;hl=en&amp;geocode=&amp;q=Lulworth+Cove,+dorset,+United+Kingdom&amp;sll=51.416445,-1.652756&amp;sspn=0.102133,0.280666&amp;ie=UTF8&amp;hq=Lulworth+Cove&amp;hnear=Lulworth+Cove,+Cove+House,+Main+Rd,+West+Lulworth,+Lulworth+Cove,+Dorset+BH20+5RQ,+United+Kingdom&amp;ll=50.618137,-2.246822&amp;spn=0.006331,0.017542&amp;t=h&amp;z=17" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;i&gt;google maps link&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_72z3PduvaEk/TKuishLVG-I/AAAAAAAABdM/16t-cmFYhBk/s1600/IMG_3510+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_72z3PduvaEk/TKuishLVG-I/AAAAAAAABdM/16t-cmFYhBk/s400/IMG_3510+copy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524688253603879906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/GCHQ" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;b&gt;GCHQ, Cheltenham&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://maps.google.co.uk/maps?f=q&amp;source=s_q&amp;hl=en&amp;geocode=&amp;q=cheltenham&amp;sll=51.502879,0.004442&amp;sspn=0.012742,0.035083&amp;ie=UTF8&amp;hq=&amp;hnear=Cheltenham,+United+Kingdom&amp;ll=51.899561,-2.123698&amp;spn=0.006316,0.017542&amp;t=h&amp;z=17" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;i&gt;google maps link&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as always, i hope you like them - please let me know what you think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;torchy!&lt;/I&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[&gt;_&lt;]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4817065462510897888-3591545494831732409?l=torchyboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_72z3PduvaEk/SjGZfI9kyzI/AAAAAAAAAoU/JGVorjemZd0/S220/t!+600px+square.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OShxIThQVmA/S580SUNPTrI/AAAAAAAADZI/lvtdQR4BunY/s72-c/five+on+the+fifth3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4817065462510897888.post-4126593681967157308</id><published>2010-10-04T15:39:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-10-04T15:40:23.261+01:00</updated><title type='text'>the loop</title><content type='html'>hey everyone, it's been a while. just thought i'd update you on my current situation in case you haven't been reading my tweets - it's where it's at, i tell you lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;week before last i had a phone interview in the morning at home and a face-to-face (facial :P) in the afternoon in Canary Wharf. i heard pretty quick that i didn't get the phone interview job - it was obvious from the call that i didn't have exactly the right skillz they were looking for. the other interview went well, but then i heard nuthin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was thru a consultancy and while i passed the interview, it turned out they didn't actually have a role to put me in, as the project at their client hadn't got funding yet. still waiting to hear...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so last monday i went up to london for another interview at a different place. had a pretty gruelling technical test but thought i'd done reasonably ok and the ppl were friendly. they had a few more ppl to see over the next few days, but on friday i heard that i was the best of a bad bunch and they were gonna give me the job (coz they'd got fed up looking) :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;w00t!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've just mailed like the most extensive application details ever, and i'll start work either next monday or the monday after, depending on how quick they can sort stuff out. i hate putting ppl down as references for me, and had to cover my 3 last jobs, but i've just heard back from all 3 and they said they will :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it took a lot longer than i'd hoped to find a new job - i've been off work for 3.5 months now. hopefully it'll be better than the last one - i will try to make it so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more soon. yes, really :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;keeping you in... &lt;i&gt;torchy!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps. if you have a journo blog and you wanna be in my blog roll, please let me know - you won't get in otherwise - i'm not clairvoyant!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[&gt;_&lt;]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4817065462510897888-4126593681967157308?l=torchyboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://torchyboy.blogspot.com/feeds/4126593681967157308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4817065462510897888&amp;postID=4126593681967157308&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4817065462510897888/posts/default/4126593681967157308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4817065462510897888/posts/default/4126593681967157308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://torchyboy.blogspot.com/2010/10/loop.html' title='the loop'/><author><name>torchy!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01017957314245518030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_72z3PduvaEk/SjGZfI9kyzI/AAAAAAAAAoU/JGVorjemZd0/S220/t!+600px+square.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4817065462510897888.post-8854687253002832273</id><published>2010-10-04T15:37:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-10-04T15:39:33.639+01:00</updated><title type='text'>4th</title><content type='html'>omg i've totally just realised it's five on the fifth tomoz and i've not even thought about it yet :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;while i'm at it, i haven't responded to recent posts, so here goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'thanks!' :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;about the last five on the fifth post: &lt;a href="http://torchyboy.blogspot.com/2010/09/five-on-fifth-blues.html" target="_blank"&gt;five on the fifth: 'the blues'&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* the title pic was made by 'air-writing' the letters, pointing a blue torchy at the camera in the dark. i did it word by word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* pics 1, 2 and 6 are actually a a stack of cd's with predominantly blue spines, shot out of focus for 1, and motion-blurred for 2. 6 i think is the same thing but after going thru a bunch of weirdo photoshop filters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* pic 3 is a plasma ball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* pics 4 and 5 are a cheapo fibre optic light thing, which got stuck on red, so i switched the red and blue channels round.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've just been fiddling a bit with the blogrolls and omg there's well loads of defunct blogs now. have new ones sprung up? or is blogging a dying form these days. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;torchy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[&gt;_&lt;]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4817065462510897888-8854687253002832273?l=torchyboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_72z3PduvaEk/SjGZfI9kyzI/AAAAAAAAAoU/JGVorjemZd0/S220/t!+600px+square.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4817065462510897888.post-1593992107438311036</id><published>2010-09-22T15:11:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-09-22T15:13:22.354+01:00</updated><title type='text'>absent friends</title><content type='html'>i watched another TV prog about the Battle of Britain the other day. i just get totally choked up about what those brave guys went through, not forgetting that all the ground crews, repair crews, observer corps etc were just as vital.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the last word of the BBC prog went to the oldest living Spitfire pilot who flew in the Battle of Britain, William Walker, who's now 97. he read a short poem, which i found very moving. i've googled and i can't find any reference to it, so maybe he even wrote it - i don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;apart from the bit about 'war' and 'victory' though, the bit about absent friends really struck home - right now, as i read the poem, i'm thinking of my Filipino friend Lloyd, aka tweeter @Luntian27. we're very concerned about him and his absence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know he used to like reading my blog (i have no idea why! lol), so just in case you read this, Lloyd, please get in touch with the torch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin-left: 40px"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Remember those not here today,&lt;br /&gt;and those unwell or far away.&lt;br /&gt;And those who never lived to see&lt;br /&gt;the end of war, and victory&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And every friend who passed our way,&lt;br /&gt;remembered as of yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;It's absent friends we miss the most.&lt;br /&gt;To all let's drink a loving toast&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[&gt;_&lt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4817065462510897888-1593992107438311036?l=torchyboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://torchyboy.blogspot.com/feeds/1593992107438311036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4817065462510897888&amp;postID=1593992107438311036&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4817065462510897888/posts/default/1593992107438311036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4817065462510897888/posts/default/1593992107438311036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://torchyboy.blogspot.com/2010/09/absent-friends.html' title='absent friends'/><author><name>torchy!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01017957314245518030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_72z3PduvaEk/SjGZfI9kyzI/AAAAAAAAAoU/JGVorjemZd0/S220/t!+600px+square.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4817065462510897888.post-5497816592782155690</id><published>2010-09-07T19:18:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2010-09-07T19:20:23.304+01:00</updated><title type='text'>cowboys and angels</title><content type='html'>today's beautiful music is this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/r31en7mcrsQ?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_GB"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/r31en7mcrsQ?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_GB" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i absolutely love the music. syncopated rhythm always does it for me, and GM has a voice as smooth as Bublé's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this came up on itunes shuffle, so i hunted for a youtube vid and found a few. this has been worked in with sequences from QaF, which i've never seen but keep meaning to. except i don't have it :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's a couple of comments attached to a different version of the vid, which explain what it's about:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin-left: 40px"&gt;&lt;i&gt;This song has nothing to do with his sister. It's about a love triangle George was in with Kathy Jeung (his girlfriend at that time) and another man. In the first part of the song he sings about? his deep feelings for that man ("All you do is love and love is all you do, I should know by now the way I fought for you.").&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second part is about his relationship with Kathy and how she loved him but he couldn't gave her what she wanted ("You can call it love but I don't think it's true You should know by now I'm not the boy for you"). If you listen carefully to the? lyrics you'll understand. Actually George always said that most of his songs are autobiographical, so I guess this one is the perfect example. I consider this song as an absolute masterpiece that will never get the credit that it deserves.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hope you like it. it makes my eyes water&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;torchy!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps. yay! a blog post in under 10 mins :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[&gt;_&lt;]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4817065462510897888-5497816592782155690?l=torchyboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://torchyboy.blogspot.com/feeds/5497816592782155690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4817065462510897888&amp;postID=5497816592782155690&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4817065462510897888/posts/default/5497816592782155690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4817065462510897888/posts/default/5497816592782155690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://torchyboy.blogspot.com/2010/09/cowboys-and-angels.html' title='cowboys and angels'/><author><name>torchy!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01017957314245518030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_72z3PduvaEk/SjGZfI9kyzI/AAAAAAAAAoU/JGVorjemZd0/S220/t!+600px+square.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4817065462510897888.post-6422249521243749008</id><published>2010-09-05T22:53:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-09-05T22:53:50.158+01:00</updated><title type='text'>five on the fifth: 'the blues'</title><content type='html'>blogger and tweeter Stephen Chapman, who writes the blog &lt;a href="http://thestateofthenationuk.blogspot.com" target="_blank"&gt;The&amp;nbsp;State&amp;nbsp;Of&amp;nbsp;The&amp;nbsp;Nation&amp;nbsp;UK&lt;/a&gt;, organises this distributed photo fest on the fifth of every month. my contributions so far have been&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://torchyboy.blogspot.com/2010/08/five-on-fifth-on-road.html" target="_blank"&gt;five on the fifth: 'on the road'&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://torchyboy.blogspot.com/2010/06/five-on-fifth-looking-up.html" target="_blank"&gt;five on the fifth: 'looking up'&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://torchyboy.blogspot.com/2010/05/five-on-fifth-journey.html" target="_blank"&gt;five on the fifth: 'a journey'&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://torchyboy.blogspot.com/2010/04/five-on-fifth.html" target="_blank"&gt;five on the fifth: 'spring'&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://thestateofthenationuk.blogspot.com/search/label/5%20on%20the%20fifth"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OShxIThQVmA/S580SUNPTrI/AAAAAAAADZI/lvtdQR4BunY/s400/five+on+the+fifth3.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the theme for this month is 'the blues', and here's my 'entry'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was struggling for ideas for this. rather than interpret 'the blues' as melancholy or whatever (which would have been more appropriate but a whole load more tricky especially as i'm not getting out much), i went for the easy option - the colour blue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you want a melancholic interpretation, check out &lt;a href="http://gomad-ch.blogspot.com/2010/09/5-on-fifth-blues.html" target="_blank"&gt;Urs' entry&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all this lot was shot in my study today, with the exception of the title which was shot in my garage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_72z3PduvaEk/TIQJr_KAnCI/AAAAAAAABc8/eBhL6pCDpgA/s1600/title+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 348px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_72z3PduvaEk/TIQJr_KAnCI/AAAAAAAABc8/eBhL6pCDpgA/s400/title+copy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513542495100771362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_72z3PduvaEk/TIQJodec8BI/AAAAAAAABc0/-lrZ5g8hrgc/s1600/100905_F018792R-Edit-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_72z3PduvaEk/TIQJodec8BI/AAAAAAAABc0/-lrZ5g8hrgc/s400/100905_F018792R-Edit-2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513542434520100882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_72z3PduvaEk/TIQJnznDA5I/AAAAAAAABcs/sVZ-DIyY3UQ/s1600/100905_F018806R-Edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 393px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_72z3PduvaEk/TIQJnznDA5I/AAAAAAAABcs/sVZ-DIyY3UQ/s400/100905_F018806R-Edit.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513542423281861522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_72z3PduvaEk/TIQJndhwyzI/AAAAAAAABck/fYrAh7kBesk/s1600/100905_F018860R-Edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 333px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_72z3PduvaEk/TIQJndhwyzI/AAAAAAAABck/fYrAh7kBesk/s400/100905_F018860R-Edit.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513542417354115890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_72z3PduvaEk/TIQJm5Q0YYI/AAAAAAAABcc/GX1p20qoyM8/s1600/100905_F018815R-Edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_72z3PduvaEk/TIQJm5Q0YYI/AAAAAAAABcc/GX1p20qoyM8/s400/100905_F018815R-Edit.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513542407619371394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_72z3PduvaEk/TIQJmKBm9QI/AAAAAAAABcU/u_yh2RQGvqY/s1600/100905_F018817R-Edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 399px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_72z3PduvaEk/TIQJmKBm9QI/AAAAAAAABcU/u_yh2RQGvqY/s400/100905_F018817R-Edit.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513542394939110658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hope you like them - please let me know what you think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;while i'm at it, here's a bonus sixth :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_72z3PduvaEk/TIQQ9Y0yPdI/AAAAAAAABdE/AgpKOF-Vtqo/s1600/100905_F018795R-Edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 269px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_72z3PduvaEk/TIQQ9Y0yPdI/AAAAAAAABdE/AgpKOF-Vtqo/s400/100905_F018795R-Edit.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513550490630241746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can anyone guess what is the subject of the 1st, 2nd and 6th photos?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;back soon... &lt;i&gt;torchy! x&lt;/I&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%; color: #a0a0a0"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[&gt;_&lt;]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4817065462510897888-6422249521243749008?l=torchyboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://torchyboy.blogspot.com/feeds/6422249521243749008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4817065462510897888&amp;postID=6422249521243749008&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4817065462510897888/posts/default/6422249521243749008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4817065462510897888/posts/default/6422249521243749008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://torchyboy.blogspot.com/2010/09/five-on-fifth-blues.html' title='five on the fifth: &apos;the blues&apos;'/><author><name>torchy!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01017957314245518030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_72z3PduvaEk/SjGZfI9kyzI/AAAAAAAAAoU/JGVorjemZd0/S220/t!+600px+square.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OShxIThQVmA/S580SUNPTrI/AAAAAAAADZI/lvtdQR4BunY/s72-c/five+on+the+fifth3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4817065462510897888.post-8877359896903919402</id><published>2010-09-04T01:05:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-09-04T01:06:35.470+01:00</updated><title type='text'>olá queridos</title><content type='html'>i went to Portugal for my hols - the torchy tour team was reunited. totally different holiday from California etc last year. almost no travelling around this time, just staying local to Lagos in the Algarve, in an appartment with a shared pool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was nice and chilled, with wall-to-wall sunshine every day and good food :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wanna see my holiday snaps? (that's a rhetorical question btw lol)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;we saw some interesting coastal scenery&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_72z3PduvaEk/TIEOm1bZmZI/AAAAAAAABbY/9u8SE8RHLTY/s1600/100725_F018089R-Edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_72z3PduvaEk/TIEOm1bZmZI/AAAAAAAABbY/9u8SE8RHLTY/s400/100725_F018089R-Edit.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512703479218018706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;walked on deserted beaches at sunset&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_72z3PduvaEk/TIEnJHENlTI/AAAAAAAABbo/FEFviVhAca8/s1600/100720_F017511R-Edit-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 177px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_72z3PduvaEk/TIEnJHENlTI/AAAAAAAABbo/FEFviVhAca8/s400/100720_F017511R-Edit-2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512730456347219250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saw dolphins in the wild&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_72z3PduvaEk/TIEnIy2ZJYI/AAAAAAAABbg/8mW18P_0iL0/s1600/100721_F017541R-Edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 160px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_72z3PduvaEk/TIEnIy2ZJYI/AAAAAAAABbg/8mW18P_0iL0/s400/100721_F017541R-Edit.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512730450920547714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i accidentally took some pics of hot guys :P whoops!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_72z3PduvaEk/TGUPB9-Y8ZI/AAAAAAAABbI/5hzdpQwuesc/s1600/100722_D105320R-Edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_72z3PduvaEk/TGUPB9-Y8ZI/AAAAAAAABbI/5hzdpQwuesc/s400/100722_D105320R-Edit.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504822646020829586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_72z3PduvaEk/TIGNOSjA5BI/AAAAAAAABcM/U_lIaXiSLKc/s1600/18104.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 282px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_72z3PduvaEk/TIGNOSjA5BI/AAAAAAAABcM/U_lIaXiSLKc/s400/18104.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512842695514579986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i even got a faint tan line :D w00t!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_72z3PduvaEk/TIEovR9X9_I/AAAAAAAABbw/-3wp_Q0_4AA/s1600/20100821-2gu7jn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_72z3PduvaEk/TIEovR9X9_I/AAAAAAAABbw/-3wp_Q0_4AA/s400/20100821-2gu7jn.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512732211617986546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pode dizer-me onde posso comprar queijo, se faz favor?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;adeus, até a vista&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;torchy!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[&gt;_&lt;]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4817065462510897888-8877359896903919402?l=torchyboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://torchyboy.blogspot.com/feeds/8877359896903919402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4817065462510897888&amp;postID=8877359896903919402&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4817065462510897888/posts/default/8877359896903919402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4817065462510897888/posts/default/8877359896903919402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://torchyboy.blogspot.com/2010/09/ola-queridos.html' title='olá queridos'/><author><name>torchy!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01017957314245518030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_72z3PduvaEk/SjGZfI9kyzI/AAAAAAAAAoU/JGVorjemZd0/S220/t!+600px+square.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_72z3PduvaEk/TIEOm1bZmZI/AAAAAAAABbY/9u8SE8RHLTY/s72-c/100725_F018089R-Edit.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4817065462510897888.post-5899507297871428520</id><published>2010-09-03T14:23:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-09-03T14:24:10.445+01:00</updated><title type='text'>one... two...</title><content type='html'>about my last post: &lt;a href="http://torchyboy.blogspot.com/2010/08/brief-post-about-stuff.html" target="_blank"&gt;a brief post'&lt;/a&gt;... thanks for all your kind words and comments. you know, having taken a (as it turned out) short break from twitter, i've kinda come to the conclusion that twitter is not the problem. it's entirely me (who knew? lol). so taking a twitter break won't necessarily help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can anyone remember what pic i posted at the end of the post? only the link has expired now. i can't remember but if someone can describe it, i'll upload it properly. thx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and about &lt;a href=" http://torchyboy.blogspot.com/2010/08/five-on-fifth-on-road.html" target="_blank"&gt;five on the fifth: 'on the road'&lt;/a&gt;... glad you like the pics. the last pic was an HDR - a combination of 3 pics at different exposures, a technique which can bring out a heavy sky. @ladzule: there was a gap in the traffic - only a few seconds earlier there were loads of cars on the road, but the HDR technique has a big problem with picture elements that move between the images which are being combined.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LMAO at Doomed but Cheerful's comment "Maybe you can't polish a turd ... but you can roll it in glitter!" hehe :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more soon (no, really)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;torchy!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[&gt;_&lt;]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4817065462510897888-5899507297871428520?l=torchyboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://torchyboy.blogspot.com/feeds/5899507297871428520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4817065462510897888&amp;postID=5899507297871428520&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4817065462510897888/posts/default/5899507297871428520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4817065462510897888/posts/default/5899507297871428520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://torchyboy.blogspot.com/2010/09/one-two.html' title='one... two...'/><author><name>torchy!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01017957314245518030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_72z3PduvaEk/SjGZfI9kyzI/AAAAAAAAAoU/JGVorjemZd0/S220/t!+600px+square.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4817065462510897888.post-8649941136797802196</id><published>2010-08-17T23:30:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-08-17T23:32:11.841+01:00</updated><title type='text'>a brief post about stuff</title><content type='html'>so i quit twitter yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but why, torchy, WHY???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess it's coz i'm a bit ocd. like, if i'm doing something, i have to do it all or i get stressy. this personality trait does not sit comfortably with me being an incredibly disorganised person tho :S it's weird coz i'm not like it with everything, thank fck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;up until about 8-9 months ago, i used to comment on loads of blogs, and read every single post of each blog that i followed. then i stopped and it's been gnawing away for ages, but i'm getting less stressed about it now. oh btw, if that's news to you, err sorry bout that :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;same with twitter - i follow about 100 ppl, and if i don't read every tweet in my timeline (that's every single tweet they post (i'm guessing about 1000 a day), i get stressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as you know (do you?) i'm off work atm. it struck me yesterday that i've been off work for 2 WHOLE months, and i've not got off my fat arse to look for a job. (note - i have put on some weight lately, but axly my arse is still nice and pert :P). i finally did my cv/resume last week - but still hadn't done anything about looking for a job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel as tho my last job has really knocked the self-esteem stuffing out of me. i am so not looking forward to the next job, coz it'll probly be as pants as the last few :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm trying to do stuff during my time off. i am managing some things, but there's a whole load of stuff i could/should be doing and i'm not. reason: coz i don't particularly want to do them or cba. so i look for distractions, and the number one distraction is twitter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i spend hours catching up with my timeline, then 5 minutes (which turns into 15 or 20 minutes) here and there, as i keep 'just having a look' instead of getting on with real-world tasks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've deleted the twitter apps from my phone before, but that's only stopped me for a couple of hours til i re-installed them. this time is different, and i've been contemplating it for a loooong time. i revoked access from all my twitter apps and uninstalled them from the iphone. then i generated a 40 character random string, saved it in 2 places and changed my twitter password to it. as i can't remember it, it's basically locked me out of twitter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can still send tweets as texts, and i can just about read dm's and @replies, but they're a pita and i definitely can't see my timeline.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and look - it's paying dividends already - here's a blog post :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so why yesterday? i don't really know exactly, something must have snapped in me - i think it was the 2 months since leaving work realisation, plus i got a bit stir crazy as i just don't get out of the house much these days. so i went for a walk in the woods to clear my mind. and got bitten by fckn mozzies. grrr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. sorry to bore you with that lot, but i wanted to get it off my chest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today has been a better day - i've actually started actively looking for work. i'm not gonna post about everything that goes on during the Job Hunt tho, coz that's well pointless. i deal with agents and they're mostly full of hot air and vacuous promises. i'll just see what, if anything, comes up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this arvo i went to... THE GYM! first time in about 4 months. in fact tomorrow it'll be 4 months since i ran the marathon. it's astounding how my fitness level has plummeted. i could barely keep running on the treadmill today. hopefully i'll get back into it soon. hehe getting out of breath and sweaty didn't stop me from purving tho... there was only a few guys there, but there was one who was like omg-fit. and not only that, i'm pretty damn convinced he's a guy i chatted briefly to on grindr. i've seen his face, but he'd not seen mine, as i didn't wanna disclose it to locals. i don't go on there much any more and i can't remember if i blocked him or he blocked me, but he doesn't seem to be on there now. gawjuss bod - would love to get jiggy with him :P mmmm *slides off into daydream*. he was never interested in me on grindr tho, so ain't nothing gonna happen. also - best not to shit in your own back yard lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;disevening a few of us went out to Nando's and then to see Inception. loved the movie. didn't understand a lot of it (i suffer from inception ineption lol) but i still loved it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm, i'd intended this to be a brief post, and it's turned out to be a well long load of crap, so here's some briefs to compensate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://s3.amazonaws.com/twitpic/photos/large/138562513.jpg?AWSAccessKeyId=0ZRYP5X5F6FSMBCCSE82&amp;Expires=1282085202&amp;Signature=8Wy1odEAf7n%2BLDitVqDxrYch7Uk%3D" width="425"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;in brief(s)... &lt;i&gt;torchy!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps. this isn't the post i was expecting to post. that'll come, errr tomorrow-ish. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pps. thanks for sticking with me :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ppps. *whispers* i'll be back on twitter soon, but i really hope i can keep my obsession under control. what do you reckon the chances of that are? *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[&gt;_&lt;]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4817065462510897888-8649941136797802196?l=torchyboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://torchyboy.blogspot.com/feeds/8649941136797802196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4817065462510897888&amp;postID=8649941136797802196&amp;isPopup=true' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4817065462510897888/posts/default/8649941136797802196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4817065462510897888/posts/default/8649941136797802196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://torchyboy.blogspot.com/2010/08/brief-post-about-stuff.html' title='a brief post about stuff'/><author><name>torchy!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01017957314245518030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_72z3PduvaEk/SjGZfI9kyzI/AAAAAAAAAoU/JGVorjemZd0/S220/t!+600px+square.jpg'/></author><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4817065462510897888.post-1628442468775314445</id><published>2010-08-05T23:40:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-08-05T23:41:59.165+01:00</updated><title type='text'>five on the fifth: 'on the road'</title><content type='html'>blogger and tweeter Stephen Chapman, who writes the blog &lt;a href="http://thestateofthenationuk.blogspot.com" target="_blank"&gt;The&amp;nbsp;State&amp;nbsp;Of&amp;nbsp;The&amp;nbsp;Nation&amp;nbsp;UK&lt;/a&gt;, organises this distributed photo fest on the fifth of every month. my contributions so far have been&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://torchyboy.blogspot.com/2010/06/five-on-fifth-looking-up.html" target="_blank"&gt;five on the fifth: 'looking up'&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://torchyboy.blogspot.com/2010/05/five-on-fifth-journey.html" target="_blank"&gt;five on the fifth: 'a journey'&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://torchyboy.blogspot.com/2010/04/five-on-fifth.html" target="_blank"&gt;five on the fifth: 'spring'&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://thestateofthenationuk.blogspot.com/search/label/5%20on%20the%20fifth"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OShxIThQVmA/S580SUNPTrI/AAAAAAAADZI/lvtdQR4BunY/s400/five+on+the+fifth3.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the theme for this month is 'on the road', and here's my 'entry'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as usual i only remembered this on the day, having had some ideas a few days ago when i couldn't be arsed to do anything about it :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so this evening i went for a bike ride around the area to get some shots, and after polishing some pixels&lt;super&gt;*&lt;/super&gt;, this is what i got...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_72z3PduvaEk/TFs46iRjWEI/AAAAAAAABa4/qldyKKZ932M/s1600/100805_F018184R-Edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_72z3PduvaEk/TFs46iRjWEI/AAAAAAAABa4/qldyKKZ932M/s400/100805_F018184R-Edit.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502053948047185986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;'zoom zoom'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_72z3PduvaEk/TFs4arofzqI/AAAAAAAABag/mswX3WYtiI4/s1600/100805_F018235R-Edit-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_72z3PduvaEk/TFs4arofzqI/AAAAAAAABag/mswX3WYtiI4/s400/100805_F018235R-Edit-2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502053400803528354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;'cattle grid'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_72z3PduvaEk/TFs4bKAfp-I/AAAAAAAABao/znwldG0kjvg/s1600/100805_F018271R-Edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_72z3PduvaEk/TFs4bKAfp-I/AAAAAAAABao/znwldG0kjvg/s400/100805_F018271R-Edit.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502053408957245410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;'marbles' (well ok, so it's actually gravel)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_72z3PduvaEk/TFs4bXHfIFI/AAAAAAAABaw/N471VHbtd0c/s1600/100805_F018322R_3R_4R_tonemapped-Edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_72z3PduvaEk/TFs4bXHfIFI/AAAAAAAABaw/N471VHbtd0c/s400/100805_F018322R_3R_4R_tonemapped-Edit.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502053412476231762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;'disused road and bridge'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_72z3PduvaEk/TFs4aq-ww2I/AAAAAAAABaY/8HTyGBR5x2M/s1600/100805_F018206R_7R_8R_tonemapped-Edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_72z3PduvaEk/TFs4aq-ww2I/AAAAAAAABaY/8HTyGBR5x2M/s400/100805_F018206R_7R_8R_tonemapped-Edit.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502053400628478818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;'heavy sky'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hope you like them - please let me know what you think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks for your recent comments, particularly on the last post. i'll be addressing them in my next post, which will be tomorrow (-ish)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haven't been blogging much lately, but i'm still tweeting, so you can catch up and chat to me there if you like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;mwah... &lt;i&gt;torchy! x&lt;/I&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%; color: #a0a0a0"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* yes, i'm aware of the phrase 'you can't polish a turd' lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[&gt;_&lt;]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4817065462510897888-1628442468775314445?l=torchyboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://torchyboy.blogspot.com/feeds/1628442468775314445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4817065462510897888&amp;postID=1628442468775314445&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4817065462510897888/posts/default/1628442468775314445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4817065462510897888/posts/default/1628442468775314445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://torchyboy.blogspot.com/2010/08/five-on-fifth-on-road.html' title='five on the fifth: &apos;on the road&apos;'/><author><name>torchy!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01017957314245518030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_72z3PduvaEk/SjGZfI9kyzI/AAAAAAAAAoU/JGVorjemZd0/S220/t!+600px+square.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OShxIThQVmA/S580SUNPTrI/AAAAAAAADZI/lvtdQR4BunY/s72-c/five+on+the+fifth3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4817065462510897888.post-5947502321510596161</id><published>2010-07-17T22:31:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-07-17T22:32:43.064+01:00</updated><title type='text'>follow me</title><content type='html'>so it's a month since i finished work, and I've spent the time wisely, looking hard for a job and catching up with all the tasks at home that I hadn't been doing coz I was spending all my time commuting to London.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actually I've been a total lazy arse, doing pretty much fuck all. I haven't even updated my cv yet, let alone started looking for work. note to self: pull your finger out. (but I like it up there :P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways - whatever. as well as the final instalment in the sauna guy saga which will be coming soon (i wish), I've been meaning to tell you about this awesome thing what happened to me on my last day at work...&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;i got on the tube train at Waterloo and walked across to place i normally stand: by the doors on the opposite side. i turned round and omg it's cctb (cute chinese tube boy) with the messy hair (see last post) who got on after me. he looked at me for an instant, then he did a double take and flashed a brief smile at me. i smiled back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i didn't want this to be just another like momentary encounter, so i said 'you saved me, a few days ago'. he looked blank for a sec, then laughed and said 'i grabbed your wrist right? no problem'. i said he had rly quick reactions and we just kinda chatted a bit. everyone else was doing the usual stuff - staring blankly, reading papers etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he was wearing a t-shirt again, blue this time, so i'm like i wish i could wear a t-shirt to work, i hate being dressed up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;felt a bit awkward but i said he had great hair and asked him what he used. we had a bit of a convo about hair products then - how gay! - turns out it's some weird putty stuff that i'd not heard of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by this stage a load more ppl had got on and we were pretty much crammed up with almost no space between us and facing each other. like last time, he didn't seem to be remotely fazed by it, and i was trying not to be. he looked rly relaxed and was making a lot of eye contact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;his right thumb was kinda hitched in his pocket and he was holding onto the handrail above with his left. hehe - like last time i was sneaking glances at his bicep and wisps of pit hair :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;about that time the train lurched, bumping him into me :O he kinda moved his head back to retain some space, but his hand got sandwiched between us, right on my crotch. omg!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the train lurch was over, if you see what i mean, but he *stayed put* :O he's got the back of his hand basically pressed against my hardening dick. he's not moving his hand and i'm not moving either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we were looking right into each others' eyes then and his eyes flicked down at my crotch and back up. not that he could have seen it as we were so close.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i kinda 'flashed' my eyes at him quickly and he raised his eyebrows very slightly then gave a small 'knowing' smile. it was so weird, like these were all coded messages or something, but not a code I'd used before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the train was slowing down for the station so he goes 'canary wharf. we both get off here, right?'. i was surprised he knew it was my stop, as the other day when i saw him, he left the train before i'd even realised what station we were at. bit of an easy guess tho, as about 90% of ppl get off there! right then, i realised that he'd put some emphasis on 'get off'. he must have seen a puzzled look on my face; he grinned slightly and i noticed he was saying something. no, he was discreetly mouthing something. i looked again: 'follow me'. ZOMG! i must have looked shocked, but he was gone - already leaving the train and joining the crowds of smart-dressed commuters queuing to go up the escalators. grrr. i was still struggling to get my rucksack on my shoulders while pushing thru the crowds and trying not to lose sight of him, about 8 steps ahead of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he gave a quick glance back after he'd gone thru the ticket barriers, and did again as he went thru the doors towards the jubilee place retail area. as i went thru, i saw him, holding the far door open, waiting for me. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as I went thru the door, a bit unsure of what to expect, he looked right into my eyes and whispered 'i want you. come with me'. i think it was right about that time that I started trembling :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we went up the escalator and doubled back down a short quiet corridor, tucked away behind Starbucks. he walked in to the gents toilets; I followed. I never knew this place existed - most ppl would walk straight on from the escalator, into the shopping area. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he was standing in the centre of the empty room, facing me, arms kinda held out slightly to his sides. I walked towards him and he said 'kiss me'. so i did (it seemed rude not to! lol)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was amazing - a perfect kiss. tongues and that but not too slobbery (eww. lol). it was passionate which sorta surprised me as i didn't think I'd be able to do that with someone I didn't know. versatile torchy lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_72z3PduvaEk/TEIde6VKoFI/AAAAAAAABaI/vDAWbiHjrPA/s1600/beautiful_gay_kiss-300x296.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 296px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_72z3PduvaEk/TEIde6VKoFI/AAAAAAAABaI/vDAWbiHjrPA/s400/beautiful_gay_kiss-300x296.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494986912236740690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had my hands on his bum by this stage and his were on my package. he nodded toward the stalls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after we'd locked the door behind us, we carried on where we'd left off, but a bit more freely now, and after massaging my crotch for a bit, he started undoing my trousers, and i was like rock hard :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gah. I'm not gonna go into all the exact details, but I got an amazing blowjob, and shot my load an impressive distance :D whoops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right after that he gave me like a 2 second kiss, said 'see ya', winked as he said it, then he was gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i mean, like WOW! he was great! really hot bod and a nice sweet guy. bummer i won't get to see him again, but it was a helluva way to start my last day at work!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;versatile... &lt;I&gt;torchy!&lt;/I&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (giving away all my secrets now!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps. I'm on holiday! going to Portugal's Algarve on Sunday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pps. really sorry I've not been posting lately, it's taking a back seat while I do other stuff. I an still tweeting madly tho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ppps. not sure when the next blog post will be. doubt I'll get any wifi on hols. must remember to write up the sauna guy encounter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pppps. thanks for comments etc, sorry i've not responded lately, and it'll be tricky responding to any you might care to leave this time. my bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[&gt;_&lt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4817065462510897888-5947502321510596161?l=torchyboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://torchyboy.blogspot.com/feeds/5947502321510596161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4817065462510897888&amp;postID=5947502321510596161&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4817065462510897888.post-6987214246726184500</id><published>2010-06-10T23:48:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-06-10T23:49:54.792+01:00</updated><title type='text'>his firm grip</title><content type='html'>omg, the warm weather lately has deffo been bringing out the hot boys in t-shirts and shorts. i'm getting well steamed up on the tube sometimes :P this happened a few days ago. didn't post it then, coz i needed to faff with the pic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got on the tube train and somehow found myself standing next to this awesome chinesey guy. he was omg-cute. white t-shirt, jeans, sexy glasses and big messed-up hair :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_72z3PduvaEk/SpxJuHbEazI/AAAAAAAAA1o/Gn78v2ApSAQ/s1600-h/IMG_0828.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_72z3PduvaEk/SpxJuHbEazI/AAAAAAAAA1o/Gn78v2ApSAQ/s400/IMG_0828.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376253111788923698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the train started and the other guy next to him wasn't quite ready and lurched a bit, so cctb (cute chinese tube boy) put a hand on the guy's shoulder briefly and like instantly too. oooh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;couple of stops later, the train braked a bit hard when my hand was close to, but not quite holding on to the pole. my balance was good, so there was no way i was gonna go flying unless it was an emergency stop, but like instantly again, cctb's hand closed round my left wrist and grabbed me in a firm grip. i so wanted to give him a firm grip back :P but i said thanks then we moved over to the opposite side of the train as other ppl got on.  i was up against the doors and he was right in front of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he was backed up towards me so i was getting a good look: he's got great complexion with hardly any facial hair except a clean-shaven upper lip. the neck of his t-shirt is quite wide; his right arm is up, holding on to the overhead rail, showing a lovely bicep, traces of pit hair and great hands :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_72z3PduvaEk/SpxJuRQHCCI/AAAAAAAAA1w/_HedRVcQ_fc/s1600-h/IMG_0836.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_72z3PduvaEk/SpxJuRQHCCI/AAAAAAAAA1w/_HedRVcQ_fc/s400/IMG_0836.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376253114427312162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;his left shoulder is pretty much right in front of me, and he seemed to be getting closer, until his naked shoulder/neck skin was like 2 inches away from my mouth. he must have been able to feel my breath on him (i was feeling hard, but not breathing hard btw). by this time he was far too close to get any more pics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at one stage i'd like randomly licked my lips, and the train was lurching a bit. i wasn't going anywhere coz i was jammed up against the doors, but i quickly wiped my lips dry as i thought there was a real risk that he might bump his shoulder into my mouth and a wet contact would be well too gross for anyone. jeez, it was so tempting to kiss his shoulder, but not wanting to get arrested got the better of me luckily.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all that time there wasn't a lot of space, but he could have easily moved his shoulder away from me, yet he made no effort to at all. i could see down the inside front of his t-shirt too (not far enough. grrr). omg, i hope no one else saw me drooling with my eyes like saucers :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was toying with the idea of staying on past my station for a bit, then he got off at the next station. haha: i'd been so busy purving at him that i hadn't been paying attention to the stations: it was my stop as well. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lost him in the crowd and it's just as well. can't go following ppl around the place - that's a purve and a half too far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wonder if i'll see him again. maybe he works in one of the shops or restaurants or something...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;well too gross for anyone... &lt;i&gt;torchy!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[&gt;_&lt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4817065462510897888-6987214246726184500?l=torchyboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://torchyboy.blogspot.com/feeds/6987214246726184500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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{}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_72z3PduvaEk/TBAfIAwAx8I/AAAAAAAABZw/wmtxxtQrdZQ/s1600/100608_F015903R-Edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_72z3PduvaEk/TBAfIAwAx8I/AAAAAAAABZw/wmtxxtQrdZQ/s400/100608_F015903R-Edit.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480914969010685890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_72z3PduvaEk/TBAfI2drVOI/AAAAAAAABaA/vR0ahT-qgnY/s1600/100608_F015976R-Edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_72z3PduvaEk/TBAfI2drVOI/AAAAAAAABaA/vR0ahT-qgnY/s400/100608_F015976R-Edit.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480914983429297378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_72z3PduvaEk/TBAfIZBD_jI/AAAAAAAABZ4/5hEZ87HQcZE/s1600/100608_F015928R-Edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_72z3PduvaEk/TBAfIZBD_jI/AAAAAAAABZ4/5hEZ87HQcZE/s400/100608_F015928R-Edit.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480914975524650546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;i love birds, i do... &lt;i&gt;torchy!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;thanks for your comments on recent posts&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's my replies...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://torchyboy.blogspot.com/2010/05/guyswithiphones.html" target="_blank"&gt;guyswithiphones&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@Glorfindel, Daniel, Jason, Doug: thanks guys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@Wellzy Boo:&lt;br /&gt;there's this thing on twitter called showpantssaturday, and a few ppl take pics of their undies and post it on twitter. i've been doing it for a few months now, and this was one of the pics i posted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@Drew: i'd dispute being hot, but i am proud that someone submitted the pic for me :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://torchyboy.blogspot.com/2010/06/in-sack.html" target="_blank"&gt;in the sack&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@SpasFantas, @naturgesetz, Jason Shaw, Seth: thanks guys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@Dodger: only seen sauna guy briefly once. think he must be avoiding me. maybe i out-gayed him. lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@Wet Kyle: the guy who went postal was actually about 250 miles away, but thanks for thinking of me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@kinkynik: they don't have to pay up the contract - they're just exercising the notice period. and yeh, i'm not desperately upset.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@Ladzrule: i was joking about being upset. i don't like the job, but i don't like finding new jobs either! wish i could return to the last job, but cb2 has deffo moved on. dunno about cb1 and cute nose. i never 'engaged' (lol) with cute nose anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://torchyboy.blogspot.com/2010/06/five-on-fifth-looking-up.html" target="_blank"&gt;five on the fifth: 'looking up'&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@Gauss: check out the Aussiebums website - cheaper to buy them online&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@Adam, Howard, naturgesetz, Daniel, jlo, Stephen Chapman, Jason Shaw: thanks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@NewLeaf: i think i like the diesels best too :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@kinkynik: i dunno about upwards, coz i have no career aspirations, but it'll most likely be onward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://torchyboy.blogspot.com/2010/06/down-to-london.html" target="_blank"&gt;down to london&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@naturgestetz, tqe/Adam, Jason: thanks guys, glad you like the slideshow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@Brian: i'll give the windows movie maker a try. thanks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@Biki: no iphoto as i'm on windows. thanks for the suggestion tho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://torchyboy.blogspot.com/2010/06/only-my-mirror-sees-me-crying.html" target="_blank"&gt;only my mirror sees me crying...&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@Martin. thanks very much Martin :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@Captain Mark: thanks Mark, and also for the youtube clips which i'm just listening to now :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@Steve: *high-fives* Steve - 22 and 19 it is! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@naturgesetz, Urs, kinkynik: thanks for the good wishes guys :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[&gt;_&lt;]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4817065462510897888-8574697825527735475?l=torchyboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_72z3PduvaEk/SjGZfI9kyzI/AAAAAAAAAoU/JGVorjemZd0/S220/t!+600px+square.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_72z3PduvaEk/TBAfIAwAx8I/AAAAAAAABZw/wmtxxtQrdZQ/s72-c/100608_F015903R-Edit.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4817065462510897888.post-591835932619772839</id><published>2010-06-08T00:01:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-06-08T00:01:00.165+01:00</updated><title type='text'>"only my mirror sees me crying...</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;...each time i lose another year"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;flowing seemlessly into the next and final track on the 'Stepping Out' album by Joe Jackson, is 'Nineteen Forever', which is strangely appropriate, given the date.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/a-fK7dzecmc&amp;hl=en_GB&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/a-fK7dzecmc&amp;hl=en_GB&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyone would think i'd planned these two posts. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;i'm gonna stay... &lt;i&gt;torchy!&lt;/i&gt; ...19 forever&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps. sorry about the shit quality vid/sound. it was the only album version i could find on youtube.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pps. see that big button up there on the right? takes you straight to my Tumblr. go check out the post with Rapha's DJ competition set on it and &lt;span style="color:red"&gt;VOTE FOR HIM&lt;/span&gt; (please)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[&gt;_&lt;]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4817065462510897888-591835932619772839?l=torchyboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://torchyboy.blogspot.com/feeds/591835932619772839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4817065462510897888&amp;postID=591835932619772839&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4817065462510897888/posts/default/591835932619772839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4817065462510897888/posts/default/591835932619772839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://torchyboy.blogspot.com/2010/06/only-my-mirror-sees-me-crying.html' title='&quot;only my mirror sees me crying...'/><author><name>torchy!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01017957314245518030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_72z3PduvaEk/SjGZfI9kyzI/AAAAAAAAAoU/JGVorjemZd0/S220/t!+600px+square.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4817065462510897888.post-6367587859989761986</id><published>2010-06-06T23:30:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-06-06T23:33:55.377+01:00</updated><title type='text'>down to london</title><content type='html'>last summer/autumn i spent most of my work lunchtimes wandering round the area near where i work, taking pics with the iphone and sometimes my big camera. i often tweeted or blogged the pics. sometimes i would get on the tube or dlr and go a bit further to see some new sights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it all came to an end when i joined the gym and started my serious marathon training just before Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the iphone camera is incredibly useful, but the quality really is crap lol. anyways, i put together a slideshow of some of the better shots of London, and put it to music on my youtube channel. i uploaded it in early april and i see it's already got 235 views even though i haven't blogged it! so i guess you may have seen it before, as i did mention it on twitter at the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i put my slideshows together using picturestoexe, then output an avi. then i convert that to a wmv using Adobe Premiere Elements and upload to youtube. it's long-winded and the quality suffers as you can see from the transitions which are supposed to be smooth fades :S if you know of a better technique for making time-controlled slideshows on youtube, please let me know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;enjoy... &lt;i&gt;torchy!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/GaUWRQcCR2U&amp;hl=en_GB&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/GaUWRQcCR2U&amp;hl=en_GB&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[&gt;_&lt;]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4817065462510897888-6367587859989761986?l=torchyboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://torchyboy.blogspot.com/feeds/6367587859989761986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4817065462510897888&amp;postID=6367587859989761986&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4817065462510897888/posts/default/6367587859989761986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4817065462510897888/posts/default/6367587859989761986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://torchyboy.blogspot.com/2010/06/down-to-london.html' title='down to london'/><author><name>torchy!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01017957314245518030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_72z3PduvaEk/SjGZfI9kyzI/AAAAAAAAAoU/JGVorjemZd0/S220/t!+600px+square.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4817065462510897888.post-6305788655220998740</id><published>2010-06-05T22:37:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-06-05T22:38:06.082+01:00</updated><title type='text'>five on the fifth: 'looking up'</title><content type='html'>blogger and tweeter Stephen Chapman, who writes the blog &lt;a href="http://thestateofthenationuk.blogspot.com" target="_blank"&gt;The&amp;nbsp;State&amp;nbsp;Of&amp;nbsp;The&amp;nbsp;Nation&amp;nbsp;UK&lt;/a&gt;, organises this distributed photo fest on the fifth of every month. my contributions so far have been&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://torchyboy.blogspot.com/2010/05/five-on-fifth-journey.html" target="_blank"&gt;five on the fifth: 'a journey'&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://torchyboy.blogspot.com/2010/04/five-on-fifth.html" target="_blank"&gt;five on the fifth: 'spring'&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://thestateofthenationuk.blogspot.com/search/label/5%20on%20the%20fifth"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OShxIThQVmA/S580SUNPTrI/AAAAAAAADZI/lvtdQR4BunY/s400/five+on+the+fifth3.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the theme for this month is 'looking up', and here's my 'entry'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i thought maybe i'd shoot some tall buildings, especially as i work in Canary Wharf where there's loads of 'em (by UK standards anyways). but then i thought nahh, i'll have my camera out anyway for a Saturday twitter #showpantssaturday pic, so why not do sone special ones :D :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_72z3PduvaEk/TAq_i76QVeI/AAAAAAAABZg/iLtUU4RO5A0/s1600/IMG_5773-Edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_72z3PduvaEk/TAq_i76QVeI/AAAAAAAABZg/iLtUU4RO5A0/s400/IMG_5773-Edit.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479402503568119266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Calvin Klein Steel low rise trunk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_72z3PduvaEk/TAq_idJW8KI/AAAAAAAABZQ/7Zjcqr_TN6s/s1600/IMG_5767-Edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_72z3PduvaEk/TAq_idJW8KI/AAAAAAAABZQ/7Zjcqr_TN6s/s400/IMG_5767-Edit.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479402495309967522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Aussiebum Patriot brief&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_72z3PduvaEk/TAq_iDgd5WI/AAAAAAAABZI/rYOtkFWkurM/s1600/IMG_5764-Edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_72z3PduvaEk/TAq_iDgd5WI/AAAAAAAABZI/rYOtkFWkurM/s400/IMG_5764-Edit.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479402488427570530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Calvin Kleihn Unite low rise trunk in Brazil colours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_72z3PduvaEk/TAq_hx4UQII/AAAAAAAABZA/Z4OL3JReMSM/s1600/IMG_5761-Edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_72z3PduvaEk/TAq_hx4UQII/AAAAAAAABZA/Z4OL3JReMSM/s400/IMG_5761-Edit.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479402483695763586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Diesel boxer briefs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_72z3PduvaEk/TAq_inv9WMI/AAAAAAAABZY/SVD_aUUQgNA/s1600/IMG_5772-Edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_72z3PduvaEk/TAq_inv9WMI/AAAAAAAABZY/SVD_aUUQgNA/s400/IMG_5772-Edit.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479402498156222658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Calvin Klein Unite briefs in England colours (and a size too large, dammit)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hope you like them - please let me know what you think. i was gonna say don't be too rude, but hey, you can say what you like. i'll probably put these and more in a tumblr sometime if i can figure out how the hell it works!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love and kisses from&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;torchy!&lt;/I&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%; color: #a0a0a0"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps. thanks for your supportive comments on my last post. one of the posts i mentioned has closed - already filled, plus it wasn't my skillset. the other post i think i'm not on the hitlist for - Shaf had an interview already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;would love to go back to previous job, but tbh, the work there wasn't exactly riveting, but it was **much** more convenient! also cb2 has gone back to college. not sure about cb1 but he always had plans for bigger and better things so i doubt he's still there a year on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[&gt;_&lt;]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4817065462510897888-6305788655220998740?l=torchyboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://torchyboy.blogspot.com/feeds/6305788655220998740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4817065462510897888&amp;postID=6305788655220998740&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4817065462510897888/posts/default/6305788655220998740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4817065462510897888/posts/default/6305788655220998740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://torchyboy.blogspot.com/2010/06/five-on-fifth-looking-up.html' title='five on the fifth: &apos;looking up&apos;'/><author><name>torchy!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01017957314245518030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_72z3PduvaEk/SjGZfI9kyzI/AAAAAAAAAoU/JGVorjemZd0/S220/t!+600px+square.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OShxIThQVmA/S580SUNPTrI/AAAAAAAADZI/lvtdQR4BunY/s72-c/five+on+the+fifth3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4817065462510897888.post-5048914018476022034</id><published>2010-06-02T19:10:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-06-09T23:04:05.593+01:00</updated><title type='text'>in the sack</title><content type='html'>it's been a while...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you should know by now I don't like my job. my Twitter pals deffo know i don't, coz I've been going on about it enough. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in retrospect maybe it was a mistake to get a job with a banking institution. it's like über-red tape and if there's one thing I hate with a passion, it's red tape. it stifles my natural creative talent. no really, it does - I do have a *little* talent, ya know! lol. being a freelancer, I tend to take whatever's going tho, and there wasn't much going last summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a bit of a loner too - i've not really felt part of the project team at all, with the exception of Shaf who I get on really well with. the atmosphere generated by the department boss has been largely responsible for that. he's still barely spoken a word to me in 10 months ffs. *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyways, disafternoon i'd just sent a rude self-pic to someone when our line manager takes Shaf away for &lt;strike&gt;questioning&lt;/strike&gt; a little 'chat'. I'm thinking 'haha what's he done?' lol. but Shaf's a really hard worker, so he's probably being dumped on some more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then line mgr and Shaf came back, and mgr says can we have little chat torch? I'm like uh-oh and we went to the “break-out” area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he goes 'i've got some bad news and some good news. the bad news is that we've had an instruction from on-high that reduces our headcount by two and you and Shaf are it. I'm giving you 2 weeks notice starting tomoz'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my face fell. I could feel the tears welling up in my eyes and I quietly whispered the words 'oh my God' in a quavering voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...back to reality, I actually was fairly expressionless and just said 'ok fair enough'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'the good news is there are 2 possible openings in the company that may want you'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he did stress that it was no reflection on the quality of my work, which is nice. altho he didn't remark on the &lt;i&gt;quantity&lt;/I&gt; of my work! lol &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my contract was due to finish around mid-august, but I've been so pissed off, I was thinking of finishing mid-July, just before I go on holiday. having chatted to my agent this arvo it seems that if I'd terminated early, I'd never have got another contract with the company. ò_ó&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;depending on the two potential openings - whether they want me and I want them, this could be a good opportunity to start a new role in the company, which ought to be better than my current one. I mean, It could hardly be worse, could it? could it? :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shaf's well chuffed with getting notice coz he was deffo gonna leave too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bearing all this in mind, I guess the title would more accurately be...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;got the sack... &lt;I&gt;torchy!&lt;/I&gt;&lt;/b&gt;   oh well. whatever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[&gt;_&lt;] &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4817065462510897888-5048914018476022034?l=torchyboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://torchyboy.blogspot.com/feeds/5048914018476022034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4817065462510897888&amp;postID=5048914018476022034&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4817065462510897888/posts/default/5048914018476022034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4817065462510897888/posts/default/5048914018476022034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://torchyboy.blogspot.com/2010/06/in-sack.html' title='in the sack'/><author><name>torchy!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01017957314245518030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_72z3PduvaEk/SjGZfI9kyzI/AAAAAAAAAoU/JGVorjemZd0/S220/t!+600px+square.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4817065462510897888.post-4903605489061741012</id><published>2010-05-14T23:34:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T23:35:22.832+01:00</updated><title type='text'>guyswithiphones</title><content type='html'>i checked out my formspring for the first time in a few days and found i had a question that had not long been asked:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;div style="border: 1px solid black; background-color: #f0f0f0; display: inline-block; padding: 8px"&gt;Is this you? &lt;a href="http://guyswithiphones.com/post/135861/" target="_blank"&gt;http://guyswithiphones.com/post/135861/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i chuckled to myself, wondering what guy someone reckoned might be me, and whether (hopefully!) they were hot. i did actually upload a pic to guyswithiphones about a year ago, but i must be about the only person in the world who had their photo rejected! *sigh* or, i like to kid myself, maybe it just got rejected due to a technicality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i took a look at the &lt;a href="http://guyswithiphones.com/post/135861/" target="_blank"&gt;guys with iphones&lt;/a&gt; pic, and found this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_72z3PduvaEk/S-3F7_eYrXI/AAAAAAAABY4/uMQ13HjyZYA/s1600/87842200-abca472a241c524668ba8e6e10591eae.4bca0f49-full.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_72z3PduvaEk/S-3F7_eYrXI/AAAAAAAABY4/uMQ13HjyZYA/s400/87842200-abca472a241c524668ba8e6e10591eae.4bca0f49-full.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471246756766854514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm like staring at it, thinking fuck me, that *is* me! isn't it? and i'm like checking the jeans and undies and my watch and stuff and yup - it's deffo me! i couldn't recognise the room for a bit, then i realised i took it in Brighton on 17th april, when i stayed down there for the marathon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/torchyboy/status/12348952321" target="_blank"&gt;tweeted&lt;/a&gt; the pic when i took it (for #showpantssaturday):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;div style="border: 1px solid black; background-color: #f0f0f0; display: inline-block; padding: 8px"&gt;I realise now that what I need most at home is a full-length mirror :P &lt;a href="http://twitpic.com/1garh4" target="_blank"&gt;http://twitpic.com/1garh4&lt;/a&gt; #showpantssaturday #3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so someone has uploaded the pic of me to guyswithiphones! i wonder who it was. and why. and whether there's any more of me on there!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'd intended to upload a pic to guyswithiphones at some stage but had pretty much forgotten about it. in a way i'm chuffed that someone thought it was worthy (presumably) of uploading. but it's also slightly disturbing that someone would upload the pic without asking me first. i wonder how many other places my pics have appeared :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if i was uploading a pic myself, i don't think i'd have chosen this one... i'd probably have chosen one with a more visible bulge :P LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #d0d0d0"&gt;in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;visible bulge... &lt;i&gt;torchy!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[&gt;_&lt;]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4817065462510897888-4903605489061741012?l=torchyboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://torchyboy.blogspot.com/feeds/4903605489061741012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4817065462510897888&amp;postID=4903605489061741012&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4817065462510897888/posts/default/4903605489061741012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4817065462510897888/posts/default/4903605489061741012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://torchyboy.blogspot.com/2010/05/guyswithiphones.html' title='guyswithiphones'/><author><name>torchy!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01017957314245518030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_72z3PduvaEk/SjGZfI9kyzI/AAAAAAAAAoU/JGVorjemZd0/S220/t!+600px+square.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_72z3PduvaEk/S-3F7_eYrXI/AAAAAAAABY4/uMQ13HjyZYA/s72-c/87842200-abca472a241c524668ba8e6e10591eae.4bca0f49-full.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4817065462510897888.post-6220061681368247601</id><published>2010-05-12T23:58:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-05-12T23:59:33.810+01:00</updated><title type='text'>tweaked my left nip</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_72z3PduvaEk/S9YfR84BVSI/AAAAAAAABXw/-th8af7eb78/s1600/20100427-b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 230px; height: 208px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_72z3PduvaEk/S9YfR84BVSI/AAAAAAAABXw/-th8af7eb78/s400/20100427-b.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464589591120008482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can sense you've pretty much lost interest in the sauna guy thread so i'll make this my last post about him. this is what happened last thursday...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got to the gym, saw the sauna was empty so went straight into the steam room. i was on my own in there for quite a while and no one else came in so i lay out on the slab and started doing some core exercises, which involves pressing the small of my back flat. the great thing about doing this in a steam room is that you get some amazing farting noises when you flatten your back and when you unflatten it :D i'm such a kid! lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was right after i'd pressed it flat when the door opened and omg in comes sauna guy. so i'm lying out and he sits down. i didn't really wanna lie there, coz it felt a bit weird, and i could feel the suction from my back, so i kinda said 'excuse me' and made this loud farting noise as i sat up. hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;coz i'd been lying down my towel was in the wrong position for 'show and tell' but i sat opposite him and smiled a bit then kinda ignored him and left him to it - he was fiddling with his bits and gayzing at me, like he'd done before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for some totally insane reason, and before i knew what my mouth was doing, it said 'have you been on holiday?' to him. he said no and looked a bit puzzled, so my mouth then said 'coz i didn't see you last thursday'. oh ffs, thanks a lot mouth, now he thinks we're stalkers. jeez. he just kinda grunted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i needed to &lt;strike&gt;adjust my towel position&lt;/strike&gt;  cool off, so i nipped out for a quick shower. came back and sat down opposite again, but like in the corner, and not very subtly exposed my cock. we kinda exchanged looks and he was staring at it. sometimes i had a glance at his, but idk, i just feel a bit embarassed about staring at a guys cock. you'd think i'd be used to it by now. *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think he nipped out for a shower about then and while he was gone i lifted my left leg up so it was on the slab opposite the door. oh, i might just have 'plumped myself up a bit' while he was gone too, hehe ;) he came back in and sat directly opposite me and put his right leg on the slab. it's not a big steam room - only maybe a couple of metres wide, so our legs were overlapping a bit. i kinda had my cock on full view and he did too, pretty much, but i had my eyes closed for a lot of the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i felt something touch my leg :O i flicked my eyes open and figured he'd brushed it with his toe, but i didn't flinch. he touched it again, then rested his toe there. a few seconds later he was kinda rubbing my leg with his foot :P :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't remember what i did, apart from not flinch. oooh - was a bit scary tho. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after a bit of that he got up and sat down on the bench at right angles to me and like about a foot away, so i put my leg down. he reached over and started stroking my thigh with his hand - omg that was hot :P he'd only stroked it a few times when he grabbed hold of my cock. i say 'grabbed', but he was gentle. i was like instant hard in his hands :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was really enjoying it as he slowly wanked me, and he was mixing it up a bit with some stroking of my thighs and my nuts too :P every now and then he'd stop as someone walked past the door :O living dangerously! lol&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;it just didn't feel right tho... it didn't seem fair me having all the fun, so i leant over and grabbed hold of 'the monster' :P hmmm, thick at the base and a good length - and he seemed to like me wanking it, for sure! cupped his nuts and stroked his thighs too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was just wondering what the next step would be when he stood up, looked down at me and was like 'it's too hot'. just as he walked away he leant over and tweaked my left nip. bastard! lol. then he gave me a little wave as he left the steam room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i took a long cool shower and got changed. as i left, i walked past him, and kinda looked back and gave him a rather obvious knowing smile. i think someone noticed. whoops!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so there you go. my first sexy experience with someone i've barely said a word to. and it was fun :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;knowing smile... &lt;i&gt;torchy!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps. thanks for the recent comments. i particularly want to respond to Anon's comment on my '&lt;a href="http://torchyboy.blogspot.com/2010/05/fiveplay-8.html" target="_blank"&gt;fiveplay #8&lt;/a&gt;' post. Anon said "Pic 4 looks like he's no older than 14 or 15. Not cool"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;personally, i think he looks older than that - i know a few kids that age and they definitely look younger than the guy in pic #4. i've no idea where i got the photo from, but when i had another look, i saw the logo 'jw2photo'. on their website it clearly says 'all models 18 years and older'. it also says unauthorized use prohibited, so i've removed that pic and replaced it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[&gt;_&lt;]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4817065462510897888-6220061681368247601?l=torchyboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://torchyboy.blogspot.com/feeds/6220061681368247601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4817065462510897888&amp;postID=6220061681368247601&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4817065462510897888/posts/default/6220061681368247601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4817065462510897888/posts/default/6220061681368247601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://torchyboy.blogspot.com/2010/05/tweaked-my-left-nip.html' title='tweaked my left nip'/><author><name>torchy!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01017957314245518030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_72z3PduvaEk/SjGZfI9kyzI/AAAAAAAAAoU/JGVorjemZd0/S220/t!+600px+square.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_72z3PduvaEk/S9YfR84BVSI/AAAAAAAABXw/-th8af7eb78/s72-c/20100427-b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4817065462510897888.post-1501573580623486569</id><published>2010-05-10T21:02:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T21:07:25.717+01:00</updated><title type='text'>my ass crack...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_72z3PduvaEk/S-hnbIOq2iI/AAAAAAAABYo/wiMyn9_lFDk/s1600/2463792300_636527a1d7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_72z3PduvaEk/S-hnbIOq2iI/AAAAAAAABYo/wiMyn9_lFDk/s400/2463792300_636527a1d7.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469735463204608546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...smells of massage oil. i'm just saying... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had my final physio sesh tonite. i didn't blog it, but 12 days ago my hip was like the worstest it's been, and every step was painful. she gave it a really good seeing too then, and gave me well loads of stretches and exercises to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;unfortunately, me being a lazy arse, i didn't do any of them at all. but... just resting must have done a load of good coz my hip has been sooo much better. today it didn't even hurt at all. until i went to the gym at lunchtime and did a very short stint on the treadmill which made it slightly worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, she says it's fine now, so i'll rest it for a few more weeks before i start running again. i got a confirmed place in the 2011 Brighton marathon today (which reminds me of a blog post i need to do), and i applied for the 2011 London marathon too, altho i won't hear if i've got a place in that til October. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in other news... i copped an eyeful of Chinesey-guy's nekkidness today, from the sauna as he went into a shower stall opposite. i was already past medium and approaching well done when he went in, and i was practically incinerated by the time he came out. well *obviously* i wasn't gonna pass a second chance of seeing him, was i? lol. (damn he takes long showers!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yup - even got to see his doodle. not especially impressive, but i still wouldn't mind getting jiggy with it :P i'm pretty convinced he's gay, not that that helps me much as he's never even looked in my direction :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;let's rub oil into our cracks and get... &lt;i&gt;torchy!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps. i know that worstest is a made up word :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pps. replies to comments left on my post &lt;a href="http://torchyboy.blogspot.com/2010/05/five-on-fifth-journey.html" targt="_blank"&gt;five on the fifth: 'a journey'&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@Cody: the jury's out on tongues with me, but i deffo don't like tongues like a fckn snake!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@Jason, Newleaf, swkpboy, Len, Dodger: thanks guys - very kind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@Andrew: you did thank me very nicely for the Veyron photos. but only in written form. if we meet up, you can thank me 'properly' :D lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@WetKyle: thanks and hopefully you'll have seen/liked the fleshy ones now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@Stephen Chapman: thanks, and thanks for the opportunity :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[&gt;_&lt;]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4817065462510897888-1501573580623486569?l=torchyboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://torchyboy.blogspot.com/feeds/1501573580623486569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4817065462510897888&amp;postID=1501573580623486569&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4817065462510897888/posts/default/1501573580623486569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4817065462510897888/posts/default/1501573580623486569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://torchyboy.blogspot.com/2010/05/my-ass-crack.html' title='my ass crack...'/><author><name>torchy!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01017957314245518030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_72z3PduvaEk/SjGZfI9kyzI/AAAAAAAAAoU/JGVorjemZd0/S220/t!+600px+square.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_72z3PduvaEk/S-hnbIOq2iI/AAAAAAAABYo/wiMyn9_lFDk/s72-c/2463792300_636527a1d7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4817065462510897888.post-3687202221141988891</id><published>2010-05-08T21:35:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-05-12T23:55:54.412+01:00</updated><title type='text'>fiveplay #8</title><content type='html'>just coz it's been a while...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_72z3PduvaEk/S7nBZdajtgI/AAAAAAAABWc/C-trPZBeygU/s1600/wc40+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_72z3PduvaEk/S7nBZdajtgI/AAAAAAAABWc/C-trPZBeygU/s400/wc40+copy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456605066672977410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_72z3PduvaEk/S7nBXnbCX5I/AAAAAAAABWU/PhMqCBOmkM8/s1600/UNKNOWN_MODEL_AND_-_OR_PHOTOGRAPHER_6_08+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 276px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_72z3PduvaEk/S7nBXnbCX5I/AAAAAAAABWU/PhMqCBOmkM8/s400/UNKNOWN_MODEL_AND_-_OR_PHOTOGRAPHER_6_08+copy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456605034999603090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_72z3PduvaEk/S7nBW7eQbsI/AAAAAAAABWM/TwQKg_-gO08/s1600/odds+101+189+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 280px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_72z3PduvaEk/S7nBW7eQbsI/AAAAAAAABWM/TwQKg_-gO08/s400/odds+101+189+copy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456605023201947330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_72z3PduvaEk/S-sxv1QUyQI/AAAAAAAABYw/hd8Qdn1IK_g/s1600/3900848394_f66d3c45ee_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_72z3PduvaEk/S-sxv1QUyQI/AAAAAAAABYw/hd8Qdn1IK_g/s400/3900848394_f66d3c45ee_b.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470520870190762242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_72z3PduvaEk/S7nBVnKE7gI/AAAAAAAABV8/W_nLpH-cVqk/s1600/grabbers_Mar24-C+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 281px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_72z3PduvaEk/S7nBVnKE7gI/AAAAAAAABV8/W_nLpH-cVqk/s400/grabbers_Mar24-C+copy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456605000568729090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;enjoy... &lt;i&gt;torchy!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%; color: #a0a0a0"&gt;please, but go easy on me, ok?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[&gt;_&lt;]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4817065462510897888-3687202221141988891?l=torchyboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://torchyboy.blogspot.com/feeds/3687202221141988891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4817065462510897888&amp;postID=3687202221141988891&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4817065462510897888/posts/default/3687202221141988891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4817065462510897888/posts/default/3687202221141988891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://torchyboy.blogspot.com/2010/05/fiveplay-8.html' title='fiveplay #8'/><author><name>torchy!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01017957314245518030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_72z3PduvaEk/SjGZfI9kyzI/AAAAAAAAAoU/JGVorjemZd0/S220/t!+600px+square.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_72z3PduvaEk/S7nBZdajtgI/AAAAAAAABWc/C-trPZBeygU/s72-c/wc40+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4817065462510897888.post-132470014485510870</id><published>2010-05-07T15:01:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-05-07T15:03:31.852+01:00</updated><title type='text'>sauna guy (1 week ago)</title><content type='html'>it was the uk erection yesterday. i like watching the drama unfold on the tv as the results come in, and the pundits spout on about it with their nuggets of wisdom. and hearing the politicians steadfastly refusing to eat humble pie in the face of an ignominious defeat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;except last night was different - there wasn't a solid victory, and tbh, it was all a bit boring. didn't stop me staying up til about 4am tho. although a lot of the time i was axly having a rude convo on grindr :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i knew i was gonna be major tired dismorning and wouldn't wanna go into work. so after a load of faffing with a remote connection, i asked my line manager if it was ok to work from home as i'd overslept (true) and was going down with something (also true). he said yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then, like 5 minutes later he mailed to say that the department boss (who you know i adore so much... not! grrr) had said that i either had to come in to work for a half day or take the day off sick. like i'm gonna spend 3.5 hrs on the train for a 3.5 day ffs! jeez. i mailed him back to say i'd take the day off sick (unpaid) and i'd see him monday. pressed 'send' and signed off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry guys, just having a moan about stuff as usual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyways, i'm languishing at home today, which gave me a great excuse to get the toys out earlier :P which kinda led on to a different type of moaning hehe. ooh yeah :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back to the title... &lt;i&gt;sauna guy (1 week ago)&lt;/I&gt;... was a no-show. lol. i spent about half an hour hopping between the sauna and the steam room, but not a sign. he was probably shagging someone i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;happy election hangover day... &lt;i&gt;torchy!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps. feel free to comment, but i'm not looking for sympathy or anything about my boss' attitude. i don't like it, but i'm not the most diligent of workers, so i accept it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pps. answers to comments on my &lt;a href="http://torchyboy.blogspot.com/2010/04/another-sauna-guy-encounter.html" target="_blank"&gt;'another sauna guy encounter'&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@Urs: as it turned out, longer than a week, sorry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@Anon, @Warwick @Dodger: i blocked him coz i thought it would be a bit weird to mix a real-life encounter with grindr. after i read your comments, i realised you were probably right, so i unblocked everyone (you can't unblock ppl individually), but i've not seen him online since :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@Jason: i can't make the first move. maybe one day, but not yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@kinkynik: some speaking did take place 2 weeks ago :) and the long time dead philosophy is a good one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@Naturgesetz: yes, things have moved on a bit since last year. and i know you're gonna hate me for this, or at least strongly disapprove, but whereas i could deffo see myself slowly getting to know someone and seeing what develops like you suggest, i don't see this guy as fitting into that category.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@Dr M: you don't have to exercise! i go to the gym in the mornings, only for a sauna and a shower. i exercise at midday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@Just: thanks for your good wishes, Lee. just wipe down the manual before you send it, eh? lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@RB: thanks for your comment and for taking the time to read my blog, i don't know why you can't send me an email, coz all my mail accounts are still active. &lt;i&gt;torchyboy -at- gmail.com&lt;/i&gt; is the main one. i've read some of gay-banker's blog, but not a great deal. i must revisit it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've actually already been to Canada for a vacation and i really enjoyed it - i'd love to return. i make no apology for separating my A and B sides tho - it's of fundamental importance to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as for Tyler, i think he got spooked by something and made it an invitation only blog. i'm not sure how you'd go about applying to read it, but i can either pass a message on to him, or you could leave one here and i'll make sure he sees it. thanks :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[&gt;_&lt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4817065462510897888-132470014485510870?l=torchyboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://torchyboy.blogspot.com/feeds/132470014485510870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4817065462510897888&amp;postID=132470014485510870&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4817065462510897888/posts/default/132470014485510870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4817065462510897888/posts/default/132470014485510870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://torchyboy.blogspot.com/2010/05/sauna-guy-1-week-ago.html' title='sauna guy (1 week ago)'/><author><name>torchy!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01017957314245518030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_72z3PduvaEk/SjGZfI9kyzI/AAAAAAAAAoU/JGVorjemZd0/S220/t!+600px+square.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4817065462510897888.post-1425909366808561870</id><published>2010-05-06T18:37:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-05-06T18:40:01.614+01:00</updated><title type='text'>sauna guy (2 weeks ago)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_72z3PduvaEk/S9YfSCTW22I/AAAAAAAABX4/iux7NUvZA4U/s1600/20100427-c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 302px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_72z3PduvaEk/S9YfSCTW22I/AAAAAAAABX4/iux7NUvZA4U/s400/20100427-c.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464589592576842594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;holy cow (again) I'm just not finding the time to write stuff atm. or at least turn my jottings into a propr post. so this lot  happened 2 wks ago...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got to the gym as usual, but coz it was Thursday, when I saw the sauna was empty, I went str8 to the steam room. sauna guy was in there and made eye contact with me as I went in - and even smiled fleetingly :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sat opposite, but there was another guy in there, sat in the lotus position on the bench, eyes closed, with his towel on his lap. hehe, SG was probably purving at him big time before I got in :P &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after a minute or so SG got up and went for a shower, then some other guy came in so. I figured there wasn't any point hanging round, so I went to the empty sauna.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SG came in and sat on the lower bench, with his towel draped so I could see his enormous cock hanging down, and so he could look right at mine if he twisted round. not that he'd do that. lol. ok, so yes he would, apparently!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was kinda sitting there staring into space, aware that he was gayzing at my cock the whole time. I could feel something stirring down there and I didn't wanna get a hard, but felt sure I was getting a semi :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wrong! I glanced down and thought huh? what the fck's happened to my cock? lol - no semi. didn't deter him from gawking tho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after a bit I was getting well hot so I had a cold shower and I was practically passing out. lol. still went back into the steam room after tho!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he came in too - just the two of us by now - and was in there for about another 5 mins, during which I was sat with my cock out (omg that makes me sound such a slut. lol) and him purving at it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he kept breathing really deeply and kinda fiddling with his bits, except I didn't really look still, coz I was embarrassed to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;during one of his breaths it sounded a bit like he said something really quietly, like 'wank' maybe, but I didn't hear it clearly and I couldn't very well ask him to repeat it! haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was well hot by then and had to go for another long cold shower. as I stood up, nekkid, and wrapped the towel round me, I said 'cheers' and he smiled at me :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said before I thought he was a bit creepy, but him smiling made a humungous difference. apart from his beard (sorry, bearded blog readers) he's axly pretty hot, and he's deffo got a monster cock :P    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;sat with my cock out... &lt;I&gt;torchy!&lt;/I&gt;&lt;/b&gt;   &lt;span style="font-size: 85%; color: #a0a0a0"&gt;and ready when you are :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[&gt;_&lt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4817065462510897888-1425909366808561870?l=torchyboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://torchyboy.blogspot.com/feeds/1425909366808561870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4817065462510897888&amp;postID=1425909366808561870&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4817065462510897888/posts/default/1425909366808561870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4817065462510897888/posts/default/1425909366808561870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://torchyboy.blogspot.com/2010/05/sauna-guy-2-weeks-ago.html' title='sauna guy (2 weeks ago)'/><author><name>torchy!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01017957314245518030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_72z3PduvaEk/SjGZfI9kyzI/AAAAAAAAAoU/JGVorjemZd0/S220/t!+600px+square.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_72z3PduvaEk/S9YfSCTW22I/AAAAAAAABX4/iux7NUvZA4U/s72-c/20100427-c.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4817065462510897888.post-3929539522164495622</id><published>2010-05-05T23:31:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-05-05T23:33:05.173+01:00</updated><title type='text'>five on the fifth: 'a journey'</title><content type='html'>remember last month i posted &lt;a href="http://torchyboy.blogspot.com/2010/04/five-on-fifth.html" target="_blank"&gt;'five on the fifth'&lt;/a&gt;? that was my contribution to the distributed photo fest that blogger and tweeter Stephen Chapman, who writes the blog &lt;a href="http://thestateofthenationuk.blogspot.com" target="_blank"&gt;The&amp;nbsp;State&amp;nbsp;Of&amp;nbsp;The&amp;nbsp;Nation&amp;nbsp;UK&lt;/a&gt;, runs on the 5th of every month&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://thestateofthenationuk.blogspot.com/search/label/5%20on%20the%20fifth"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OShxIThQVmA/S580SUNPTrI/AAAAAAAADZI/lvtdQR4BunY/s400/five+on+the+fifth3.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the theme for this month is 'a journey', and here's my 'entry'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'd intended to take some shots for this theme in a planned and measured way, but i like totally forgot about it until this morning! i was out and about this evening in london after work tho, so i grabbed some iphone/hipstamatic shots on the way:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_72z3PduvaEk/S-Hu5GgO4kI/AAAAAAAABYA/OT0P8J7vAxM/s1600/IMG_7019-Edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 399px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_72z3PduvaEk/S-Hu5GgO4kI/AAAAAAAABYA/OT0P8J7vAxM/s400/IMG_7019-Edit.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467914087370252866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Descending the escalators at Canary Wharf&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_72z3PduvaEk/S-Hu5ivdaQI/AAAAAAAABYI/rd3YcpCxViI/s1600/IMG_7025-Edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 399px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_72z3PduvaEk/S-Hu5ivdaQI/AAAAAAAABYI/rd3YcpCxViI/s400/IMG_7025-Edit.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467914094950312194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Iphone game playing on the tube&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_72z3PduvaEk/S-Hu52Sx2BI/AAAAAAAABYQ/eYvTWfvwASg/s1600/IMG_7027-Edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 399px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_72z3PduvaEk/S-Hu52Sx2BI/AAAAAAAABYQ/eYvTWfvwASg/s400/IMG_7027-Edit.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467914100198725650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Reflected newspaper sudoku&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_72z3PduvaEk/S-Hu6L6rXoI/AAAAAAAABYY/W8B9I-5lMqQ/s1600/IMG_7031-Edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 399px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_72z3PduvaEk/S-Hu6L6rXoI/AAAAAAAABYY/W8B9I-5lMqQ/s400/IMG_7031-Edit.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467914106003218050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Moving walkway at Waterloo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_72z3PduvaEk/S-Hu6Y8GSrI/AAAAAAAABYg/Zf0bGVr-tKk/s1600/IMG_7042-Edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 399px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_72z3PduvaEk/S-Hu6Y8GSrI/AAAAAAAABYg/Zf0bGVr-tKk/s400/IMG_7042-Edit.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467914109498837682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Bakerloo line train car&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hope you like them - please let me know what you think. thanks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love and kisses from&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;torchy!&lt;/I&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%; color: #a0a0a0"&gt;(but no tongues, ok?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[&gt;_&lt;]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4817065462510897888-3929539522164495622?l=torchyboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://torchyboy.blogspot.com/feeds/3929539522164495622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4817065462510897888&amp;postID=3929539522164495622&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4817065462510897888/posts/default/3929539522164495622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4817065462510897888/posts/default/3929539522164495622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://torchyboy.blogspot.com/2010/05/five-on-fifth-journey.html' title='five on the fifth: &apos;a journey&apos;'/><author><name>torchy!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01017957314245518030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_72z3PduvaEk/SjGZfI9kyzI/AAAAAAAAAoU/JGVorjemZd0/S220/t!+600px+square.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OShxIThQVmA/S580SUNPTrI/AAAAAAAADZI/lvtdQR4BunY/s72-c/five+on+the+fifth3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4817065462510897888.post-1531171728021283499</id><published>2010-04-22T00:53:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-04-22T00:53:58.716+01:00</updated><title type='text'>another sauna guy encounter</title><content type='html'>jeez i can't believe a week's gone by :/ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;this&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; happened last thursday, a week after the event of my previous post...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to the sauna as usual, only i couldn't lie out coz there was 2 other guys in there. grrr. as i was sitting down i saw a guy go into the shower stall opposite. couldn't get a decent view but he didn't have the shower curtain across - never seen that before in the gym. tsk tsk - bloody exhibitionist. from the brief glimpse i thought it might have been sauna guy. after a quick shower he headed in the opposite direction to the exit - so he had to be going to the steam room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after a few mins, i thought i'd go to the steam room too - purely for observational purposes, you understand :P lol. i sat down all calm and nonchalant like, only to immediately realise i'd left my locker key in the sauna :/ i muttered 'bollox' and nipped out to get it then went back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i sat in the corner facing the door with one leg up on the bench. he was on the other side facing me. i was kinda leaning back and just gazing straight ahead, massaging my hip, ie prodding it hard and wincing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the poor guy seemed to be breathing heavily a lot of the time, and leaning forward loads. maybe he had stomach cramp or something. he must have had a crick in his neck too, coz he kept putting his head on one side, which coincidentally meant he was pointing right at my cock :O oh, and at one point i totally felt his breath on my knees when he was leaning forward!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was doing my best to provide some extra steaminess by gradually and *cough* accidentally *cough* moving my towel lower and lower, as i was massaging my hip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after like an age he got up and left, so i kinda adjusted my position, and when i glanced down i realised i'd been totally exposing myself! whoops! i thought it was only a bit, but i hadn't wanted to look down to check! lol. almost immediately he came back in the room, and sat on my bench, but leaning against the side wall so he was facing me. jeez i just find it really unnerving that he stares at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was trying sooo hard to keep calm, but i could hear my breath going with my racing heartbeat. there was no way i was gonna make a move - he's obvs far more experienced than i am (who isn't? lol). and there's no way he'd be dumb enough to think my exposing myself was an accident either, coz someone else came into the steam room, so i immediately covered myself up. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a couple of mins later i was getting hot and bored so i had a looooong cool shower. back in the changing rooms, he was at one of the basins having a shave - strategically positioned so he could see a lot of the changing area - the dirty bugger! (i made a mental note, so i know which basin to use next time i shave :P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i took great care making sure my rudey bits were nice and dry, and he was ogling me the whole time. the worst thing about that was there was this really hot guy near me i wanted to perve at, but i didn't wanna be seen doing it! lmao&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at my office desk a little while later, i fired up grindr, and omg - there he was - sauna guy. i'd seen his pic before but not made the connection. we'd never chatted. i blocked him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so that was last thursday, and the previous post was about the previous thursday. *checks calendar* ooh look, it's thursday today. so in about 8 hours, i'll be in the sauna/steam room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wish me luck guys. or better still, send me a steam-proof instruction manual!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;torchy!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps. comment replies from last post:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@Paul: it took me a week to blog it, like this one! just takes a long time to get stuff together ya know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@Dodger: ok, i get the picture, but this is like impersonal, coz we've never even spoken. it's also a proper gym, not a gay sauna!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@kinkynik: mmm. tempting. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@Doug: i don't see how they'd fail to look back with your hot bod :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@grant: like i said this is a regular gym, not a gay sauna. i've not been to one of those. did you blog your experience yet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@Jason: yes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@ladzrule: haha, ok good point about the fading :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[&gt;_&lt;]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4817065462510897888-1531171728021283499?l=torchyboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://torchyboy.blogspot.com/feeds/1531171728021283499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4817065462510897888&amp;postID=1531171728021283499&amp;isPopup=true' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4817065462510897888/posts/default/1531171728021283499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4817065462510897888/posts/default/1531171728021283499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://torchyboy.blogspot.com/2010/04/another-sauna-guy-encounter.html' title='another sauna guy encounter'/><author><name>torchy!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01017957314245518030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_72z3PduvaEk/SjGZfI9kyzI/AAAAAAAAAoU/JGVorjemZd0/S220/t!+600px+square.jpg'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4817065462510897888.post-7407269717700519796</id><published>2010-04-15T18:23:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-04-15T18:33:50.746+01:00</updated><title type='text'>virgin ass, ripe for shagging</title><content type='html'>remember my &lt;a href="http://torchyboy.blogspot.com/2009/12/sauna-sex.html" target="_blank"&gt;sauna sex&lt;/a&gt;post, last December? yeh of course you do, but go read it anyways for revision. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for the last month or so I've been going to the gym as soon as I arrive in canary wharf, and having a sauna and a shower. it saves time in the morning and then I can arrive at my desk all squeaky clean and relaxed enough to get some kip :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as i'm normally the only one in the sauna, rather than sit up on the bench, I've been lying down on the top seat, on a big towel, with a little towel kinda draped over my rudeys and round my hip and arse so no one gets an eyeful of 'where the sun don't&lt;br /&gt;shine'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last thursday (yes i know i should have blogged this days ago lol), I was there for few mins when hunky-hairy-swimmer-guy came in and sat down next to the door. a minute or so after that the door opened and I'm like thinking ffs I normally get the place to myself grrr. I'm taking up way too much space by lying down so I kinda swung my legs up and round so I was sitting and facing the door. as I did, I looked up and saw that the guy who was coming in was the same guy as in my sauna sex post :O I'm gonna call him sauna-guy: 'SG'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he sat down so he's facing me. I didn't wanna look at him coz it would have been well obvs, but I could see him moving around a bit out of the corner of my eye. hunky-hairy-swimmer-guy kinda gave him a couple of sideways glances in a wtf type of way, then left and went into the shower opposite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still not looking at SG and I've only got the little towel over my bits. I'm kinda aware that he's just like staring at me the whole time. I found it a bit creepy tbh, but I didn't wanna totally bottle it, and besides, I wasn't dripping with enough sweat at that stage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could just about make out that he had his towel quite low and the base of his cock was visible (if I'd looked. lol). I was prodding my hurty hip and 'accidentally' moved my towel so mine was a bit on the low side too :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could totally see he kept fiddling with his bits and staring at me. but I couldn't look back coz it would have been so obvs and I was scared too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right about then hunky-hairy-swimmer-guy came out his shower and was drying himself off and like staring into the sauna, still in a wtf kind of way :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stayed a few mins longer than usual, but just before I fainted I got up and rather than fart about trying to cover myself before I got up, I just stood up, starkers, then wrapped the big towel round and left. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went into a shower at one end and hung my towel up before I pulled the curtain across. he got another good look coz he'd come out of the sauna seconds behind me. idk where he went after that coz I took a while in the shower then got dressed. I reckon he probs went in the steam room before showering - maybe he thought I was gonna go in there after a shower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after I was dressed, while I was ponsing about with my hair, I saw him in the changing area, taking his towel off. omg huge cock! :O :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so that's it - a wasted opportunity I guess - except he's a bit creepy. and scary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so Friday morning I went to the sauna as usual. while I was in there two ppl came and went, but no sign of him. I spent some time in the steam room, then back into the sauna, but he was a no show. I was well late for work! oops&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess he was probably shagging someone who wasn't &lt;strike&gt;totally&lt;/strike&gt;  quite so clueless!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe ppl don't realise that i'm scared, inexperienced and don't know what to do, nor whether I even want to do anything. but maybe I should get a tatoo on my leg saying something like 'virgin ass, ripe for shagging'. um, obviously it'd have to be a temporary tatoo tho. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;omg, huge cock... &lt;I&gt;torchy!&lt;/I&gt;&lt;/b&gt;   &lt;span style="font-size: 85%; color: #b0b0b0"&gt;(I wish!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[&gt;_&lt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4817065462510897888-7407269717700519796?l=torchyboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://torchyboy.blogspot.com/feeds/7407269717700519796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4817065462510897888&amp;postID=7407269717700519796&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4817065462510897888/posts/default/7407269717700519796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4817065462510897888/posts/default/7407269717700519796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://torchyboy.blogspot.com/2010/04/virgin-ass-ripe-for-shagging.html' title='virgin ass, ripe for shagging'/><author><name>torchy!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01017957314245518030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_72z3PduvaEk/SjGZfI9kyzI/AAAAAAAAAoU/JGVorjemZd0/S220/t!+600px+square.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4817065462510897888.post-6474362251538517317</id><published>2010-04-07T23:05:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-04-07T23:16:31.325+01:00</updated><title type='text'>these guys are good guys</title><content type='html'>back in the day, i used to welcome every blog follower as soon as they joined up, but then i kinda started slipping a bit and it got more tricky to keep track of the comings and goings. i don't think i've done it since about october - my very very bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now... it's gonna be a total nightmare of nightmarish proportions to try to work out who's joined and who hasn't - i don't get notifications or anything - i just see the count going up (or down). and the joiners aren't always in joining order either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i'm gonna try tho - there's a load of other crap i've got to sort out too - i've not read a blog post in weeks and i'm massively behind with my mails. i use the iphone mail app mostly, and there's no way to use the gmail star feature with that, so i lose track of which mails i'm sposed to reply too :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right here for now tho, imma mention 2 blogs:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Ben Brandenburg, asked me *ages* ago to mention his new blog &lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://theworldof-ben.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Ben's&amp;nbsp;World&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; i'm not sure why he started a new one, and it looks like most ppl have already found it without my help!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Wellzy Boo, formerly of &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Chosen Life Foreva&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, had his google account vaporised somehow, so he's started a new blog. must be gut-wrenching for him, coz he's been blogging since 2007 or even earlier, and he's having to start from scratch again. his new blog is &lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://thislifeforeva.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;This&amp;nbsp;Life&amp;nbsp;Foreva&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;please go visit and follow these guys. these guys are good guys. thx :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i took last week off from running, and did my stretches every day. then on sunday i went to my local gym that i'm accidentally still a member of. lol. i did like loads of walking on the treadmill to get warmed up and tried to break into a run, but it was really painful so i gave up on that idea. had a long chat with an intructor there who gave me some more and painful stretches to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went back to the gym on monday and after a 5 minute walking warm up, i did manage to break into a run, and ended up doing 5km at a fair pace. didn't even hurt that much so the stretches must've paid off. that was the first run in 10 days. i was supposed to have run about 19 miles on sunday, according to the Runner's World marathon training schedule :S fat fckn chance of that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tuesday tho, back in london, i tried the same thing and it was as bad as sunday :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today, i went back to the physio and i think we've finally worked out what's causing the problem (we couldn't pinpoint it last week - i just had a big hurty area). it seems to be my tensor fasciae latae and my gluteus medeus. i mean, like all the rest of the muscles are stuffed too, but these ones seem to be particularly bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.eorthopod.com/eorthopodV2/index.php/fuseaction/topics.detail/ID/1e69153b4390c6eff3095daeefe6031a/TopicID/8cb3fa7266cf197f88af09b766d5aa54/area/15" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.eorthopod.com/images/ContentImages/hip/hip_anatomy/hip_anatomy_muscles02.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can't say what caused it, and why it's only on the one side, but it could even be something like doing my long runs on narrow country roads with a camber.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, right now, i have to say that my marathon aspirations are looking well iffy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;a big hurty area... &lt;i&gt;torchy!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[&gt;_&lt;]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4817065462510897888-6474362251538517317?l=torchyboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://torchyboy.blogspot.com/feeds/6474362251538517317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4817065462510897888&amp;postID=6474362251538517317&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4817065462510897888/posts/default/6474362251538517317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4817065462510897888/posts/default/6474362251538517317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://torchyboy.blogspot.com/2010/04/these-guys-are-good-guys.html' title='these guys are good guys'/><author><name>torchy!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01017957314245518030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_72z3PduvaEk/SjGZfI9kyzI/AAAAAAAAAoU/JGVorjemZd0/S220/t!+600px+square.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4817065462510897888.post-5122731977965601866</id><published>2010-04-05T19:04:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-06-05T22:24:33.725+01:00</updated><title type='text'>five on the fifth: 'spring'</title><content type='html'>you may remember (you *must* do, it was only a few days ago!) I said that blogger and tweeter Stephen Chapman, who writes the blog &lt;a href="http://thestateofthenationuk.blogspot.com" target="_blank"&gt;The&amp;nbsp;State&amp;nbsp;Of&amp;nbsp;The&amp;nbsp;Nation&amp;nbsp;UK&lt;/a&gt; runs an open photo fest on the 5th of every month called 'five on the fifth':&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://thestateofthenationuk.blogspot.com/search/label/5%20on%20the%20fifth"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OShxIThQVmA/S580SUNPTrI/AAAAAAAADZI/lvtdQR4BunY/s400/five+on+the+fifth3.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he asked me to publicise it to get some more entries, and i said i might even have a go myself if I got the chance, the theme for this month being &lt;i&gt;Spring&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well guess what? it's the fifth today! i remembered like at midday, so shot some specially for it:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_72z3PduvaEk/S7okTVp081I/AAAAAAAABXE/ZxoDxi__uLU/s1600/100405_F013778R-Edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_72z3PduvaEk/S7okTVp081I/AAAAAAAABXE/ZxoDxi__uLU/s400/100405_F013778R-Edit.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456713813161472850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_72z3PduvaEk/S7okSt5f-SI/AAAAAAAABW8/qQJJYx2m5zo/s1600/100405_F013775R-Edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_72z3PduvaEk/S7okSt5f-SI/AAAAAAAABW8/qQJJYx2m5zo/s400/100405_F013775R-Edit.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456713802489788706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_72z3PduvaEk/S7okSUtRG3I/AAAAAAAABW0/Bi6VxoZT28E/s1600/100405_F013772R-Edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_72z3PduvaEk/S7okSUtRG3I/AAAAAAAABW0/Bi6VxoZT28E/s400/100405_F013772R-Edit.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456713795727596402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_72z3PduvaEk/S7okR7nUdGI/AAAAAAAABWk/cthkvQU0C3Y/s1600/091022_F009294R-Edit-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_72z3PduvaEk/S7okR7nUdGI/AAAAAAAABWk/cthkvQU0C3Y/s400/091022_F009294R-Edit-2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456713788991763554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_72z3PduvaEk/S7okSKtTVOI/AAAAAAAABWs/RsSOQgjJIeU/s1600/100405_F013760R-Edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 301px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_72z3PduvaEk/S7okSKtTVOI/AAAAAAAABWs/RsSOQgjJIeU/s400/100405_F013760R-Edit.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456713793043387618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let me know what you think. hope you've all had a nice easter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;torchy!&lt;/I&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps. i bet you thought this was gonna be a fiveplay post from the title :) (actually it was going to be til i remembered the photo thing).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pps. for a gay themed blog this post has got nothing sexy in it at all. *cough* wank, cum *cough* lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[&gt;_&lt;]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4817065462510897888-5122731977965601866?l=torchyboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://torchyboy.blogspot.com/feeds/5122731977965601866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4817065462510897888&amp;postID=5122731977965601866&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4817065462510897888/posts/default/5122731977965601866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4817065462510897888/posts/default/5122731977965601866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://torchyboy.blogspot.com/2010/04/five-on-fifth.html' title='five on the fifth: &apos;spring&apos;'/><author><name>torchy!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01017957314245518030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_72z3PduvaEk/SjGZfI9kyzI/AAAAAAAAAoU/JGVorjemZd0/S220/t!+600px+square.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OShxIThQVmA/S580SUNPTrI/AAAAAAAADZI/lvtdQR4BunY/s72-c/five+on+the+fifth3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4817065462510897888.post-5450049558391373268</id><published>2010-04-03T21:16:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-04-03T21:18:28.804+01:00</updated><title type='text'>5 *hot* guys</title><content type='html'>seems most ppl rumbled thursday's post as an april fools hoax lol. i've been trying to find out info about april fools day traditions etc - didn't find much other than the history and loads of pranks, but i've got this feeling that if you think something's a hoax and it isn't, then the joke's on you. i'm just saying... ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw, whatever the truth coefficient of yesterday's post, i need to clarify that the 'social networking' site i mentioned is neither blogging nor tweeting. so when i mentioned &lt;i&gt;'I'd met a couple of ppl before for coffee'&lt;/i&gt;, i wasn't referring to anyone i've mentioned before, ok? it's a site with a helluva mixed bag of looks and personalities. and i may be an incredibly shallow person, but i still shouldn't have said 'fugly' - especially as i haven't even met any fuglies at all (total exaggeration). (i have well arrogant and condescending ppl tho).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my hair's been getting well long lately and i've been meaning to get it cut for like 5 or 6 weeks. wanted something a bit funkier than what my regular £10 lady does, so i tried the trendy barbershop near work... £33 ffs! gulp. i didn't really have any idea what i wanted either, so i looked in their style book while i was waiting. hehe, i felt so gay looking at all these guys :) i picked 5 *hot* guys with funky hair and showed them to the stylist. she did her stuff with some tools i've not seen before. i was well pleased with the results, but like only 2 ppl noticed. grrr. reminds me of last year when only 2 ppl noticed a funky cut i'd had - altho those two were the canteen boyz (i miss them loads). which reminds me, it's cb2's birthday soon. must remember to send him a text.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there are some well weird convos on the 'social networking' site i've mentioned. i thought i'd show you a very brief one (i'm in yellow, btw. no really - i'm yellow! lol). that was the extent of the convo - i blocked him right after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_72z3PduvaEk/S7efPYLvF9I/AAAAAAAABV0/4PuGdGXILA0/s1600/IMG_0541-e.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_72z3PduvaEk/S7efPYLvF9I/AAAAAAAABV0/4PuGdGXILA0/s400/IMG_0541-e.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456004560121173970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy Easter everyone - it's saturday today, which means it's #showpantssaturday on twitter. not sure if anyone else has posted a pic yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_72z3PduvaEk/S7efOo0PWdI/AAAAAAAABVs/AJMWwpIqQBI/s1600/20100403-110115.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 301px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_72z3PduvaEk/S7efOo0PWdI/AAAAAAAABVs/AJMWwpIqQBI/s400/20100403-110115.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456004547406158290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehe, note the stealth abs. hoping to do some work on those soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;rumbled...(?)... &lt;i&gt;torchy!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[&gt;_&lt;]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4817065462510897888-5450049558391373268?l=torchyboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://torchyboy.blogspot.com/feeds/5450049558391373268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4817065462510897888&amp;postID=5450049558391373268&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4817065462510897888/posts/default/5450049558391373268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4817065462510897888/posts/default/5450049558391373268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://torchyboy.blogspot.com/2010/04/5-hot-guys.html' title='5 *hot* guys'/><author><name>torchy!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01017957314245518030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_72z3PduvaEk/SjGZfI9kyzI/AAAAAAAAAoU/JGVorjemZd0/S220/t!+600px+square.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_72z3PduvaEk/S7efPYLvF9I/AAAAAAAABV0/4PuGdGXILA0/s72-c/IMG_0541-e.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4817065462510897888.post-93315664245007675</id><published>2010-04-01T11:25:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-04-01T11:30:08.956+01:00</updated><title type='text'>got a proper bf</title><content type='html'>about a month or so ago, I got chatting to this guy on a *cough* social networking *cough* site &gt;_&gt;  looking back, it was kinda strange I agreed to meet him at all, coz from his face pic he wasn't the type I'd normally go for and I'm such a fussy fukka. we text chatted most days for 2 or 3 weeks, exchanging pics, hehe. we seemed to get on really well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after about a week he wanted to axly talk to me, so one afternoon I snuck out of the office to the nearest wifi zone so I could skype him lol (call me uptight, but no one gets my mobile number!). it was well weird and I thought it would be a bit awkward, but it was cool as he had a friendly voice and we had a good convo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he lives about 30mins away from mine, and he suggested I go visit him. I'd met a couple of ppl before for coffee only, and they'd mostly turned out to be fuglys or arrogant twats that I wouldn't touch with a long pole (and deffo not my pole!), so I'd made a pact with myself to always meet on neutral territory for a chat first, just in case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I forgot about that! idk why - probly a mix of being relaxed with him online and me being extra horny I guess :P so I drove to his flat. we'd already talked about kissing and stuff, and if you've read the blog for a while you'll know how I find kissing like incredibly erotic, from the kiss torchy posts i've done. I guess I should do some more of those, but cba right now lol. he'd told me he was a good kisser so I was hoping I might experience a gay kiss and see if he  was as good as he said :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he made us coffee and we sat next to each other on the sofa. we were both a bit nervous i think, but the convo was still flowing ok. haha - it was like elephant-in-the-room time tho! - we chatted about house prices, surround sound systems, tvs, cars... anything but 'that'! lol I was thinking I've actually got no idea how to start anything :S I thought I was gonna have to say something like 'ffs, shut up and kiss me, will ya?'. all thru I was doing my best to keep eye contact with his mesmerising crystal blue eyes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he went to the bathroom, and when he came back he sat close to me. before I had a chance to do or say anything, he turned, looked into my eyes and said 'soooo...'. and as he said it, he put his left hand on my crotch and leaned in and started a long kiss.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;:O  :P  :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg! I was like instant hard. and wow - what a good kisser. makes me feel dizzy just thinking back. I've got no idea how good a kisser I am btw - average I guess, like most things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after a few mins of sucking heads and crotch massaging (:P) he said 'let's go to the bedroom'. we went upstairs. and started kissing again, standing up, and with the full wandering hands works too lol, squeezing ass and groping rudey bits :P then we started undoing each others clothing for better access...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suggested we lie down so he sat on the bed and took off his jeans, which was a bit disappointing as i totally wanted to rip them off him myself lol. I pulled my kit off too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we resumed activities, only as we were pretty much nekkid by now, it was kinda access all areas, hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_72z3PduvaEk/SgsDY_EPVDI/AAAAAAAAAg8/vv1EhQ32Kpw/s1600-h/kiss76.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 326px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_72z3PduvaEk/SgsDY_EPVDI/AAAAAAAAAg8/vv1EhQ32Kpw/s400/kiss76.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335361911331443762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I won't go into the 'nuts and bolts' (:P) of what happened, except to say that it was fckn amaaaazing. we did a lot of sexy stuff, both had a good time and got well messy! :P we ended up just lying side by side getting our breath back, with his head on my shoulder. sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;apart from the obvious, I found a) kissing someone with stubble is hot, b) (not too) hairy chests are ok after all, c) a pierced belly button is intriguing, d) cocks don't taste of anything, e) it felt *hot* to have someone put a condom on me ;) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met up with him again a week later, for a coffee during his work break. we both said we'd like to do it again :) only maybe reverse positions ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like him a lot and I'm so happy I had sexy time with him. we kept on texting and sexting every day and I started wondering if maybe he was 'the one' - maybe my first bf. but then he went quiet on me :S &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, I found out a couple of days ago that he's gone and got a propr bf now. grrr. that's well annoying ò_ó. I totally wouldn't have minded losing my other v-plate to him. meh. oh well, shit happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe it was divine intervention coz I wanked off another guy in the toilets. whatever.         &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wow. sorry this was such a long post guys; maybe I was a bit too descriptive. haha - I guess it's long enough to keep you going for another year! lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;lost a v-plate... &lt;I&gt;torchy!&lt;/I&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps. i kept my socks on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[&gt;_&lt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4817065462510897888-93315664245007675?l=torchyboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://torchyboy.blogspot.com/feeds/93315664245007675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4817065462510897888&amp;postID=93315664245007675&amp;isPopup=true' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4817065462510897888/posts/default/93315664245007675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4817065462510897888/posts/default/93315664245007675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://torchyboy.blogspot.com/2010/04/got-proper-bf.html' title='got a proper bf'/><author><name>torchy!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01017957314245518030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_72z3PduvaEk/SjGZfI9kyzI/AAAAAAAAAoU/JGVorjemZd0/S220/t!+600px+square.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_72z3PduvaEk/SgsDY_EPVDI/AAAAAAAAAg8/vv1EhQ32Kpw/s72-c/kiss76.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4817065462510897888.post-4404300510649754601</id><published>2010-03-31T23:10:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T23:12:31.703+01:00</updated><title type='text'>sexy encounters</title><content type='html'>some ppl have asked how come I've not written about any sexual encounters I might (or might not) have had. I always wondered what I'd do if I ever actually managed to have any - whether I'd blog them or not. I mean, I like reading about other ppl's encounters, but I kinda figured I wouldn't blog mine coz they'd be well private, and anyways I wouldn't really wanna lose any cred I've got by revealing my inadequacies lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but having said that, and as I don't have a lot else to write about atm, I thought maybe I'll tell you about a recent sexy encounter and then see how it goes. I've not finished writing it yet tho, so it'll have to wait til tomoz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blogger and tweeter Stephen Chapman, who writes the blog &lt;a href="http://thestateofthenationuk.blogspot.com" target="_blank"&gt;The&amp;nbsp;State&amp;nbsp;Of&amp;nbsp;The&amp;nbsp;Nation&amp;nbsp;UK&lt;/a&gt; runs an open photo fest on the 5th of every month called 'five on the fifth':&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://thestateofthenationuk.blogspot.com/search/label/5%20on%20the%20fifth"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OShxIThQVmA/S580SUNPTrI/AAAAAAAADZI/lvtdQR4BunY/s400/five+on+the+fifth3.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he's asked me to publicise it to get some more entries. i might even have a go myself if I get a chance. click the pic above to be teleported to his site.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stephen asked me what stretches I'm doing: as well as the regular ones I've always done for running - quads, hamstrings, more hamstrings and calves, I'm now doing some for adductors, hip flexors, glutes and IT bands. not sure I've got the last two right tho, coz they don't hurt as much as I was told. hopefully they'll help my hip, but even if they don't, they'll deffo make me more bendy, and that's gotta be a good thing, right? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another blogger and tweeter, Jason Shaw, who writes the blog &lt;a href="http://seafrontdiary.com" target="_blank"&gt;The Seafront Diaries&lt;/a&gt; has loads of pics of his readers, and as he mentioned me in a post the other day, I sent him a pic to add to his rogues gallery :)&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_72z3PduvaEk/S7O6azEVitI/AAAAAAAABVk/U7jDyRZAtvU/s1600/torchy-seafront-diaries.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 329px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_72z3PduvaEk/S7O6azEVitI/AAAAAAAABVk/U7jDyRZAtvU/s400/torchy-seafront-diaries.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454908543223565010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i probably should have straightened out my undies before i took the pic :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you won't have seen if you look at this via an RSS reader, but there's a formspring up there on the right. or you can click here: &lt;a href="http://www.formspring.me/torchy" target="_blank"&gt;ask me anything!&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;holy cow, can you believe that the first three months of the year have gone already?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;revealing my inadequacies... &lt;I&gt;torchy!&lt;/I&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="font-size:85%; color: #c0c0c0"&gt;(tomorrow)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps. actually, i have already written two posts about my sexy encounters, about a year ago: &lt;a href="http://torchyboy.blogspot.com/2009/01/in-fuck-bunker.html" target="_blank"&gt;In The Fuck Bunker&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://torchyboy.blogspot.com/2009/04/vidi-vici-venimus.html" target="_blank"&gt;Vidi Vici Venimus&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[&gt;_&lt;]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4817065462510897888-4404300510649754601?l=torchyboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://torchyboy.blogspot.com/feeds/4404300510649754601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4817065462510897888&amp;postID=4404300510649754601&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4817065462510897888/posts/default/4404300510649754601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4817065462510897888/posts/default/4404300510649754601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://torchyboy.blogspot.com/2010/03/sexy-encounters.html' title='sexy encounters'/><author><name>torchy!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01017957314245518030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_72z3PduvaEk/SjGZfI9kyzI/AAAAAAAAAoU/JGVorjemZd0/S220/t!+600px+square.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OShxIThQVmA/S580SUNPTrI/AAAAAAAADZI/lvtdQR4BunY/s72-c/five+on+the+fifth3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4817065462510897888.post-7355052504403689304</id><published>2010-03-30T23:15:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-03-30T23:19:27.608+01:00</updated><title type='text'>tight buttocks</title><content type='html'>thanks for all your encouragement and messages after my last post. I do seem to have a problem with writing blog posts right now. maybe it'll pass, idk. there's quite a bit of stuff going on in my life that I don't wanna blog about and it's kinda grabbing my attention. it's not bad tho - some of the grabbing is axly quite fun :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got to the stage where I'm forgetting what I've already posted. grrr. anyways, about this time last year I was going to the gym like every day and running loads (short distances tho), but I had to stop for a month or so coz I got a hurty left hip. this year it's my right - it's been giving me some probs for a few weeks so I wanted to get some physio on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the physio at my London gym charges like £85 an hour ffs! I'd rather limp! I picked up a flyer for another physio from the running shop but they charge £100 an hour! jeez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;turns out my local gym, that I'm accidentally still a member of has a physio for only £45/hour - the advantages of living on the rural provinces!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;would you believe the only day in about the last 3 weeks that it hasn't hurt was when I saw her :S grrr. she was poking, pulling and prodding, but apart from finding my ticklish spots and my low pain threshold, couldn't find anything specific wrong with it. she did say I had tight buttocks tho, and I'm like 'ooh goody, some lucky boy's gonna be happy about that' :P (not out loud tho. lol)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cut to this Sunday and I'm about to go for a long run, having put it off all morning. sposed to be the most important long run before the marathon and I was targetting 22 miles. guess how far I got? 1 pace. could've been 2 - can't remember if I started on my left or right! i realised straight away that I wasn't gonna be able to run unless I limped. and torchy doesn't do limp :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saw another physio last night, who specialises in rugby players. lmao - I'm about the direct opposite of a rugby player! she came to the conclusion that I've got a weak core (flabby torchy :S), tight glutes, hip flexors, quads, adductors and IT bands. bit of a disaster area really. I'm off the running for a few days and i've got loads of extra stretches to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure ill get fed up of the stretches after a few minutes but there is the added carrot that maybe, just maybe, I'll be able to self-suck if I keep going with them :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;I&gt;torchy!&lt;/I&gt;... now with added carrot :O :P&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[&gt;_&lt;]        &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4817065462510897888-7355052504403689304?l=torchyboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://torchyboy.blogspot.com/feeds/7355052504403689304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4817065462510897888&amp;postID=7355052504403689304&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4817065462510897888/posts/default/7355052504403689304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4817065462510897888/posts/default/7355052504403689304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://torchyboy.blogspot.com/2010/03/tight-buttocks.html' title='tight buttocks'/><author><name>torchy!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01017957314245518030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_72z3PduvaEk/SjGZfI9kyzI/AAAAAAAAAoU/JGVorjemZd0/S220/t!+600px+square.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4817065462510897888.post-8014788925483249357</id><published>2010-03-26T23:30:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-03-26T23:30:17.557Z</updated><title type='text'>Razz</title><content type='html'>thanks for your comments and messages. it's deffo a struggle finding the time (and inspiration) to blog right now. &lt;a href="http://sethboyardee.blogspot.com" target="_blank"&gt;Seth's&lt;/a&gt; comment about my blog being littered with spam kinda hit home tho. i used to keep it so neat and tidy :( fckn spammers. grrr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whilst i'm thinking of things to write about, let's pause a moment to remember Razz, who died a year ago today of bone cancer. he wrote the blog &lt;a href="http://doinmeheadin.blogspot.com" target="_blank"&gt;Doin'&amp;nbsp;me&amp;nbsp;head&amp;nbsp;in&lt;/a&gt;. it's a really good read, from a totally sorted, happy and inspirational young man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;soon after the news of his death broke in blogland, nearly a month later, a blog was set up in his memory: &lt;a href="http://inmemoryofrazz.blogspot.com" target="_blank"&gt;In&amp;nbsp;Memory&amp;nbsp;Of&amp;nbsp;Razz&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you've not already visited these blogs, i'd really recommend reading them - you'll find out what made Razz (aka Chris) so special.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's to Razz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4817065462510897888-8014788925483249357?l=torchyboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://torchyboy.blogspot.com/feeds/8014788925483249357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4817065462510897888&amp;postID=8014788925483249357&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4817065462510897888/posts/default/8014788925483249357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4817065462510897888/posts/default/8014788925483249357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://torchyboy.blogspot.com/2010/03/razz.html' title='Razz'/><author><name>torchy!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01017957314245518030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_72z3PduvaEk/SjGZfI9kyzI/AAAAAAAAAoU/JGVorjemZd0/S220/t!+600px+square.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4817065462510897888.post-3335052123688095936</id><published>2010-03-16T22:21:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-03-16T22:22:32.020Z</updated><title type='text'>greasing my bag</title><content type='html'>so... miss me? nah, didn't think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i always wondered what it would be like to stop blogging - would i just stop dramatically? would i have a grand farewell? nope - looks like it'll just be a fizzling out. like a damp firework. that is if you can get the fckn thing lit in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what have i been up to? well... running. running and commuting. that about sums up my life atm. getting srsly hacked off with the running, and the marathon's still 4.5 weeks away :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to brighton sunday before last for a marathon training/advice session. that was well interesting, and my twitter pal @borstal_boy kindly put me up overnight. he's a perfect host, a great cook and it was really nice to have his company :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been building up my running gradually, specially the weekend long runs. on saturday, i managed 22.2 miles, in my marathon kit to try it all out, and luckily had no probs at all. that is apart from my mental one. i planned out a new route and it had a couple of 2.5 mile loops in it. one of them was ok, coz i'd done that on 3 other long runs, bt the second loop - i'd only gone and picked it on the side of a fckn hill ffs. jeez - i had to run twice up this long slow drag and then down a steep bit to restart the loop. this was at about 11-16 miles. *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry if you needed some vaseline and couldn't get any btw - i use up the nation's vaseline supply greasing my bag before a long run. don't want anything chafing now... if there's any rubbing to be done down there, i want it done propr :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cutey runner guy and i have been mailing each other a couple of times a week but we've still not done anything together yet. grrr. not even a run ffs. he's doing the london marathon a week after mine and i think he's well loads behind with his training. wouldn't like to be in his shoes. doubt they'd fit me anyways. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hm. so this mental prob... it's a motivational thing. running is such a lonely sport. i'm just alone with my thoughts and they're *always* risky company. i find it so hard to distract myself, and i start thinking about all the things i should have done ages ago, and could be doing instead of running (not that i would have been doing them if i hadn't been running. lol). actually not lol - FFS. and when the negative thoughts come, i just stop running. it's bonkers really coz normally my lungs and legs are ok. AAARGH. i wish i had better self discipline. actually that goes for a whole load of other stuff too. fuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;cba to do the tagline anymore... &lt;i&gt;torchy!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; oh. bugger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps. just on the offchance you did actually miss some of this nonsense, i was still tweeting away at &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/torchyboy" target="_blank"&gt;twitter.com/torchyboy&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[&gt;_&lt;]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4817065462510897888-3335052123688095936?l=torchyboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://torchyboy.blogspot.com/feeds/3335052123688095936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4817065462510897888&amp;postID=3335052123688095936&amp;isPopup=true' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4817065462510897888/posts/default/3335052123688095936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4817065462510897888/posts/default/3335052123688095936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://torchyboy.blogspot.com/2010/03/greasing-my-bag.html' title='greasing my bag'/><author><name>torchy!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01017957314245518030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_72z3PduvaEk/SjGZfI9kyzI/AAAAAAAAAoU/JGVorjemZd0/S220/t!+600px+square.jpg'/></author><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4817065462510897888.post-7010305748204332903</id><published>2010-02-25T20:37:00.003Z</published><updated>2010-02-25T22:42:54.435Z</updated><title type='text'>smug</title><content type='html'>spoke to my boss yesterday... that may not sound unusual to you but it is for me. idk why but he totally blanks me most of the time and has done ever since I started there 6 months ago. wtf? if he doesn't like me why the fck did he extend my contract ffs?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways I was reading the freebie paper while i was filling my water bottle and I heard someone walk up; I glanced up and it was him. ugh. he wasn't gonna say anything to me, so I took the initiative and asked him how his skiing holiday had been. we chatted for *ages* about this and that - must've been getting on for 30 seconds. lol (i'm kidding - probably more like 20s). apparently he went to Scotland and had a good time. don't think I've ever met someone who's been to Scotland for skiing before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bit later on we had a project meeting in a conference room that was far too small, so about a dozen ppl were standing, including me. boss was spouting forth into the webcam as the Asians and Americans were on the screen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was leaning up against the wall and must've shifted my position - i didn't feel anything but all of a sudden the room lights started dimming quickly to black. everyone's like omg wosgoinon? I'd only gone and leant on the fckn lightswitch ffs. twat :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been going to the gym so much lately at lunchtimes and frankly i'm getting a bit pissed off with it all. so last Friday I went for a wander instead, to an area just south of the wharf that I'd not been to before. saw the traffic light tree:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_72z3PduvaEk/S4b3JeR8umI/AAAAAAAABU4/d-xir1FVGPk/s1600-h/IMG_0020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 301px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_72z3PduvaEk/S4b3JeR8umI/AAAAAAAABU4/d-xir1FVGPk/s400/IMG_0020.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442308941843053154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had an omg epic experience when I was walking back to the wharf! there was a couple of guys walking towards me - mid/late 20s I guess - didn't look chavvy or smart - kinda inbetween. one of them had a blue hoodie up and I was checking him out. our eyes kinda met as we passed. hehe, walked on a bit then turned round to look just as he was turning to look back at me. w00t! nothing happened but little things please me :) no idea why he looked tho - probably wondering why I was looking so smug I guess. I was grinning after that tho :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;strangely I went back to the same area after work. did some more shooting; got this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_72z3PduvaEk/S4b3JjJ_2-I/AAAAAAAABVA/Od8PDgCqMS8/s1600-h/IMG_0028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 301px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_72z3PduvaEk/S4b3JjJ_2-I/AAAAAAAABVA/Od8PDgCqMS8/s400/IMG_0028.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442308943151881186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;dimming quickly to black... &lt;i&gt;torchy!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;replies to comments on previous post:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey thanks for your comments guys, and i'm glad you liked my ass &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;(shortly available for rent btw)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wow you've deffo given me a lot of good advice; hope i get to use it before i forget it all! i'll never remember all of it tho, so i might have to write a cheat sheet :) lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@Earl Grey: deffo *not* Nick Jonas!! eww. but i quite like the middle one whatever his name is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@Mac: thanks so much for the offer and i was so close to you on sunday too. opportunity wasted...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@goleft: i did! i've got an iphone app gizmo that remote controls my dslr with a preview on the phone. it's awesome (and expensive). wonder if i'll ever use it for non-rude shots LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@Wellzy.Boo (Boo?): it's coz there's this thing on twitter where some ppl (like hardly any, lol!) post a pic of their undies and tag it with the hashtag #showpantssaturday. so you can search for it, and if another million ppl did it, it might become a trending topic. fat chance! but it's all fun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@kinkynik: i'm getting feedback that speedos are not that hot these days. is it only the classic speedo brief look you like, or are speedo trunks and jammers acceptable too?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@Jason: wow. the thought of drowning in jizz :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@Adam: lmao at the good ones sucking harder!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@Kyle: nope. not tmi at all. i love watching vids of shooters :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[&gt;_&lt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4817065462510897888-7010305748204332903?l=torchyboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://torchyboy.blogspot.com/feeds/7010305748204332903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4817065462510897888&amp;postID=7010305748204332903&amp;isPopup=true' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4817065462510897888/posts/default/7010305748204332903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4817065462510897888/posts/default/7010305748204332903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://torchyboy.blogspot.com/2010/02/smug.html' title='smug'/><author><name>torchy!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01017957314245518030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_72z3PduvaEk/SjGZfI9kyzI/AAAAAAAAAoU/JGVorjemZd0/S220/t!+600px+square.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_72z3PduvaEk/S4b3JeR8umI/AAAAAAAABU4/d-xir1FVGPk/s72-c/IMG_0020.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4817065462510897888.post-4404776824628378351</id><published>2010-02-23T20:06:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-02-23T20:10:24.331Z</updated><title type='text'>etiquette</title><content type='html'>so just kinda out of curiosity, like totally off-topic as it were, i was wondering what the etiquette for a blowjob is?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like if you've got some hot guy going at your nob hammer and tongs, and you're about to blow, is it good etiquette to say 'i'm gonna cum'? or could that spoil the mood? would it be better to just shoot your load regardless, and hope for the best? bit risky coz things are gonna get well messy. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or maybe an experienced oral-giver can sense when shooting is imminent and take any required evasive action :) hehe - that reminds me of a uni mate who was gettn sucked off by his gf. he pulled out right before he came, and ended up shooting into her ear. lmfao! pardon? lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as I've never given anyone a blowie before I'm not sure I'd want a 'baptism of fire' aka a mouthful of cum, on my first go, so i think i'd opt for a warning. all a bit eww really. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hm yeah, so please share your pearls (lol) of wisdom and let me know, just in case the situation should arise at some point, coz i'm sure that knowledge would come in handy &lt;span style="font-size: 85%; color: #c0c0c0"&gt;(or come in mouthy even. haha)&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you may remember i &lt;a href="http://torchyboy.blogspot.com/2010/02/avatar.html" target="_blank"&gt;blogged about&lt;/a&gt; the twitter hashtag #showpantssaturday? this is my pic from last saturday:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_72z3PduvaEk/S4Mc3ZUL5TI/AAAAAAAABUw/o-YUCmycN0I/s1600-h/Remote00048-Edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 254px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_72z3PduvaEk/S4Mc3ZUL5TI/AAAAAAAABUw/o-YUCmycN0I/s400/Remote00048-Edit.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441224512807626034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yeah, it is me :) (and no comments about how minging my undies are, ok? lol) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;share your pearls... &lt;i&gt;torchy!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (and I'll open wide :P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and to answer all your comments - thanks kinkyNik :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I normally cba to have candles in my bath, but maybe that's coz no one's offered to light them for me - so... you're hired!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[&gt;_&lt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4817065462510897888-4404776824628378351?l=torchyboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://torchyboy.blogspot.com/feeds/4404776824628378351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4817065462510897888&amp;postID=4404776824628378351&amp;isPopup=true' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4817065462510897888/posts/default/4404776824628378351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4817065462510897888/posts/default/4404776824628378351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://torchyboy.blogspot.com/2010/02/etiquette.html' title='etiquette'/><author><name>torchy!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01017957314245518030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_72z3PduvaEk/SjGZfI9kyzI/AAAAAAAAAoU/JGVorjemZd0/S220/t!+600px+square.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_72z3PduvaEk/S4Mc3ZUL5TI/AAAAAAAABUw/o-YUCmycN0I/s72-c/Remote00048-Edit.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4817065462510897888.post-5571488512167975812</id><published>2010-02-22T23:39:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-02-22T23:40:22.598Z</updated><title type='text'>wave my bits</title><content type='html'>eek. i can't believe it's almost a week since i posted :S i'm having serious motivational problems :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one day last week i went to the gym early coz i was gonna have my running gait analysed to check i was wearing the right trainers (turns out i am). after that i cba to run anymore so i went back to the changing rooms to strip off for the sauna and cutey-runner-guy was right there - just got changed. w00t! had a chat with him about marathon stuff, coz i'd been to a talk the day before so was able to fill him in. (i wish. lol). was considering getting undressed while we were chattn so i could wave my bits at him, but thought it'd probly gross him out. hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we exchanged a few emails during the week and made plans to go for a run together this lunchtime (monday).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;meanwhile, if you follow my tweets (http:/twitter.com/torchyboy) you'll have seen that i went to Bluewater yesterday for the first time. Bluewater is a big shopping centre south-east of London. and because i was spending a long time in Kent, i had to switch my long training run to saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ugh, i'm having to backtrack here coz i've been so bad at posting. hm let's think... i'm sposed to do a long run every sunday. on 14th feb, i ran 14 miles which was good. on 21st feb, i ran 16 miles which was pants coz i kept walking bits for a minute or so. this saturday i wanted to run the 16 again, and i started off ok. i did 9 miles without stopping, and at a good pace too, but then it started to rain, then sleet, then snow ffs :S i bailed out after about 11.5 miles. i'm way too much of a girls blouse to be running in anything nasty. besides, i didn't have any gloves, hat, scarf or brolly with me, and i was so fckn cold i could barely think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;best thing about the long runs are my long baths after :) i soak for about an hour and a half. yum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yeh, back to today, it was pissing down today, and i got a mail from cutey-runner-guy to say that he wanted to wimp out of a run outside, so i'd see him down the gym. i didn't wanna run in the rain either but i'm glad he blinked first! lol. we'd planned to run to Tower Bridge and back. by the time i got to the gym, he'd already been running for about 20 mins. grrr. but i got on the runner next to him, and for some of the time we were chatting - never done that before. trouble is, i was on a tempo run thing where i have to run a mile really fast, then recover for 400m before running really fast again. i totally bolloxed up - i ran the first fast mile too fast, which burnt me out. then he started doing his cool down as i started on my 2nd fast mile, so i was trying to carry out a convo and breathe at the same time - bit tricky. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gah. totally missed him in the changing rooms too, so didn't get to see him nekkid :( hehe, i've seen him before tho - he's one of these gotta-put-my-undies-on-underneath-a-towel type of guys :S i mean ffs, it's not as if anyone's looking is it?? ah, well maybe just one :D anyways, he's off skiing so i won't see him for a couple of weeks :( not that anything's ever gonna happen with him, but i just get a buzz out of chattn to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;torchy!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*thanks* for the comments, here's my replies:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@TR: thanks mate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@kinkynik: yup, the job's yours (rubbing embrocation etc), provided you don't diss my undies again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@Ladzrule: *cough* grindr *cough*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@Gauss: $11/month? OMG that's cheap! i pay about $130/month at my weekday gym in London, and $55/month at my much smaller local one. and yeh i used to go to a gym with a guy who i worked with who could lift all the weights on the lat pull down - classic V shape. i always reckoned i could punch him and get away tho coz he'd never be able to run as fast as me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@Jason: it's kinda tricky to come running, actually it's pretty trcky just gettn a stiffy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@Anon: what makes you say that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[&gt;_&lt;]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4817065462510897888-5571488512167975812?l=torchyboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://torchyboy.blogspot.com/feeds/5571488512167975812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4817065462510897888&amp;postID=5571488512167975812&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4817065462510897888/posts/default/5571488512167975812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4817065462510897888/posts/default/5571488512167975812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://torchyboy.blogspot.com/2010/02/wave-my-bits.html' title='wave my bits'/><author><name>torchy!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01017957314245518030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_72z3PduvaEk/SjGZfI9kyzI/AAAAAAAAAoU/JGVorjemZd0/S220/t!+600px+square.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4817065462510897888.post-4339325299473768237</id><published>2010-02-16T23:36:00.001Z</published><updated>2010-02-16T23:36:52.124Z</updated><title type='text'>broke the taboo</title><content type='html'>amazingly my marathon training seems to be going ok atm. I'm following the runners world schedule for the London marathon. the Brighton one (that I'm doing) is a week earlier so I'm not sure what's gonna happen at the end - guess I'll have to skip a week somewhen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/02/16/953.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/02/16/s_953.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was on the treadmill about a week ago, thinking that I'd not seen the cute guy since the previous Thursday at 2.13pm (j/k). next thing I know some1 gets on the runner next to me and it's only him ffs! :P w00t!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but he was only on for about 30s then got off. grrr. wish he'd got off with me :S no idea why he left. unless it was me saying "fuck yeah! omg it's the cute guy! *yummy*". I had 'attack of the clones' going at full vol and think I might have muttered it a bit too loud. oops. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wasn't all bad tho, coz the cutey chinesey guy got on right after, so I was able to check out his fabulously sexy legs in the mirror. yum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when I got back to the locker room, omg the first cutey guy was almost dressed and using the next locker to mine! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no one talks in the locker room at all unless they know the ppl from outside. the only exceptions are things like "what squash court are we on?", "can I just get to my locker" and "sorry I didn't realise my staring was that obvious" lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways I broke the taboo and asked him if he was training for a marathon - i'd wondered coz I've &lt;strike&gt;gayzed intently at&lt;/strike&gt;  casually noticed him running for long periods before on the treadmill. turns out he is, so we chatted about that. he's a first timer like me (marathon running, that is - I didn't ask about the gay sex. lol)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he seems really nice, as well as being totally hawt looking, and may be interested in doing some stuff together (probably only running tho :/) and now we've exchanged a couple of emails :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;fabulously sexy legs... &lt;I&gt;torchy!&lt;/I&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps. to answer yesterdays comments:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@WetKyle: yes, it's my ass&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@KinkyNik: no, it's not a girdle òó. they're seamless microfibre but I've thrown them all away now, for looking too girdle-like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and thanks for the warnings about Pleasuredome. I wasn't really being serious - I can't see myself using one of those 'establishments' any time soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[&gt;_&lt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4817065462510897888-4339325299473768237?l=torchyboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://torchyboy.blogspot.com/feeds/4339325299473768237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4817065462510897888&amp;postID=4339325299473768237&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4817065462510897888/posts/default/4339325299473768237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4817065462510897888/posts/default/4339325299473768237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://torchyboy.blogspot.com/2010/02/broke-taboo.html' title='broke the taboo'/><author><name>torchy!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01017957314245518030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_72z3PduvaEk/SjGZfI9kyzI/AAAAAAAAAoU/JGVorjemZd0/S220/t!+600px+square.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4817065462510897888.post-5307170474750536867</id><published>2010-02-15T23:54:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-02-15T23:55:05.698Z</updated><title type='text'>avatar</title><content type='html'>so I bolloxed up... I really wanted to see Avatar at the imax and if I'd got my act together instead of being a dithering twat, I could have seen it at a reasonable time last month, but I left it too late to book a decent showing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;about a week ago at work Vic was saying he'd just booked to see it and I'm like omg have they released some more dates? but nah - turns out he's booked the 0020 showing. that's no fckn use to me coz it'd end long after my last train home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if I went for that I'd have to book a hotel in London. actually, I've heard there's a cheap place for gays to stay near Warerloo station - think it's called Pleasuredome. everything you need for a good night and *loads* of milky drinks too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seems pretty reasonable to me at only about twenty quid a night and you might get a good rogering into the bargain too! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the subject of avatar, a few weeks ago I found this Twitter tag #showpantssaturday and I thought I'd join in for a bit of a laff. some of the others in our little bit of the twitterverse have joined in too now, coz they're well good sports.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so this is my #showpantssaturday for this Saturday just gone, and it's my Twitter avatar now too :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehe - kinkynik was bitching about me tweeting like a bitch and wanted a speedo pic... lol. will this do instead?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_72z3PduvaEk/S3neQxyG_rI/AAAAAAAABUk/jbxHBD68z2g/s1600-h/Remote00037-Edit+600px.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_72z3PduvaEk/S3neQxyG_rI/AAAAAAAABUk/jbxHBD68z2g/s400/Remote00037-Edit+600px.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438622404849368754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;squeeze... and release... &lt;I&gt;torchy!&lt;/I&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%; color: gray"&gt;i said release! oh ok then, squeeeeze *harder* if you want!! :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[&gt;_&lt;]   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4817065462510897888-5307170474750536867?l=torchyboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://torchyboy.blogspot.com/feeds/5307170474750536867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4817065462510897888&amp;postID=5307170474750536867&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4817065462510897888/posts/default/5307170474750536867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4817065462510897888/posts/default/5307170474750536867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://torchyboy.blogspot.com/2010/02/avatar.html' title='avatar'/><author><name>torchy!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01017957314245518030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_72z3PduvaEk/SjGZfI9kyzI/AAAAAAAAAoU/JGVorjemZd0/S220/t!+600px+square.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_72z3PduvaEk/S3neQxyG_rI/AAAAAAAABUk/jbxHBD68z2g/s72-c/Remote00037-Edit+600px.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4817065462510897888.post-7539813423724717566</id><published>2010-02-14T18:50:00.003Z</published><updated>2010-02-14T18:55:26.917Z</updated><title type='text'>for my boyfriend</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_72z3PduvaEk/S3hGCpGAlbI/AAAAAAAABT0/kYZO3XfEAKE/s1600-h/Flower_heart.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_72z3PduvaEk/S3hGCpGAlbI/AAAAAAAABT0/kYZO3XfEAKE/s400/Flower_heart.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438173561254614450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i adore your touch, your embrace, the warmth of your breath on my skin and the caress of your lips. when we make love it feels like the universe itself shrinks into a singularity as the two of us become one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love your laughter, your shy smile, your quick wit and your impeccable taste. the way you hold my hand and how you hug my fears away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;you are *the* one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right. enough of that soppy shit. just hurry up and find me will ya coz i well can't be arsed to look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh. er, happy Valentine's Day everyone :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lots of love and kisses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;torchy!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[&gt;_&lt;]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4817065462510897888-7539813423724717566?l=torchyboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://torchyboy.blogspot.com/feeds/7539813423724717566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4817065462510897888&amp;postID=7539813423724717566&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4817065462510897888/posts/default/7539813423724717566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4817065462510897888/posts/default/7539813423724717566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://torchyboy.blogspot.com/2010/02/for-my-boyfriend.html' title='for my boyfriend'/><author><name>torchy!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01017957314245518030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_72z3PduvaEk/SjGZfI9kyzI/AAAAAAAAAoU/JGVorjemZd0/S220/t!+600px+square.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_72z3PduvaEk/S3hGCpGAlbI/AAAAAAAABT0/kYZO3XfEAKE/s72-c/Flower_heart.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4817065462510897888.post-4259288681975276394</id><published>2010-02-12T20:07:00.001Z</published><updated>2010-02-12T20:07:34.066Z</updated><title type='text'>strap-on</title><content type='html'>accidently trod on the shoe of a pretty girl on the escalator today. I was on the walking side and I got distracted as I passed a hotboy. I turned round to check him out and everything (yum :P).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;didn't see that the girl had stopped walking and trod on her shoe. whoops! she was very nice tho. and fit. axly she was pretty hot for a girl. I'd deffo consider having sex with her :P wonder if she'd be prepared to use a strap-on. lmao&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in other news, I've been massively busy for the last few weeks and haven't been able to devote any time to blogging. yes, I know I've still managed to keep tweeting lol. but not so much of that. honest!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways the thing I was spending all my time doing is pretty much done now, so *hopefully* I'll have a bit more time for blogs. I'm well behind with reading too. familiar story much :S sorry anyways&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;hot for a girl... &lt;I&gt;torchy!&lt;/I&gt;&lt;/b&gt;  (huh?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps. erm, when I said 'passed a hotboy' up there, I meant passed as in overtook, deffo not a bodily function :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[&gt;_&lt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4817065462510897888-4259288681975276394?l=torchyboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://torchyboy.blogspot.com/feeds/4259288681975276394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4817065462510897888&amp;postID=4259288681975276394&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4817065462510897888/posts/default/4259288681975276394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4817065462510897888/posts/default/4259288681975276394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://torchyboy.blogspot.com/2010/02/strap-on.html' title='strap-on'/><author><name>torchy!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01017957314245518030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_72z3PduvaEk/SjGZfI9kyzI/AAAAAAAAAoU/JGVorjemZd0/S220/t!+600px+square.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4817065462510897888.post-5558104466000152285</id><published>2010-02-01T22:31:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-02-01T22:37:49.214Z</updated><title type='text'>funky</title><content type='html'>major stress-city for me right now. this period right now is like the most majorest stressful time of the year for me. i blogged about it last year - same reason. except this time it's worse coz i've got even less time to do the stuff i need to do, coz of commuting and marathon training.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i'm in a bit of a wot you American ppl call a 'funk' i think. haha well i always wanted to be funky. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, it gets me well narky and srsly PISSED OFF. this means that all my little problems are magnified to galactic proportions too. but i just have to get on with it. good sense will (probably) prevail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i even stopped tweeting and deleted the tweety apps from my phone so i couldn't be tempted. omg that's been torture and hasn't helped my concentration at all ffs!! fuck, is there any hope for me? :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yeah - most of the time i feel like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.elfwood.com/art/r/o/robinos/scream.jpg" style="height: 400px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.elfwood.com/~robinos/Scream.3165835.html" target="_blank"&gt;Scream&lt;/a&gt; by Robin Mills&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;plus i got some other shit going down as well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;aaaaaarrrrrgggghh... &lt;i&gt;torchy!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps. while i was (quickly) looking for a scream pic, i came across this one:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://image.shutterstock.com/display_pic_with_logo/189151/189151,1233092822,3/stock-photo-disappointed-man-screaming-23994001.jpg" style="height: 300px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.shutterstock.com/pic-23994001/stock-photo-disappointed-man-screaming.html" target="_blank"&gt;credit: Emil Durov&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;apart from his yummy arms, he's got an interesting fly design. *cough* not that i was looking, you understand (:P) *cough*, but it must make pissing well time-consuming. an extra step in undressing foreplay too :P i bet he gets the backs of his hands well chafed on those metal pockets zippers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[&gt;_&lt;]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4817065462510897888-5558104466000152285?l=torchyboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://torchyboy.blogspot.com/feeds/5558104466000152285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4817065462510897888&amp;postID=5558104466000152285&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4817065462510897888/posts/default/5558104466000152285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4817065462510897888/posts/default/5558104466000152285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://torchyboy.blogspot.com/2010/02/funky.html' title='funky'/><author><name>torchy!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01017957314245518030</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_72z3PduvaEk/SjGZfI9kyzI/AAAAAAAAAoU/JGVorjemZd0/S220/t!+600px+square.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry></feed>
