What The Therapist Said….

A couple of months ago I endured a particularly monumental and eye opening comedown from an especially life affirming Bangface Weekender. Now usually the Bangface comedown much like the Glastonbury comedown are in a league of their own in terms of crippling intensity. A unpredictable mix of serotonin depletion, lack of sleep, and far too much fun always seem to have an interesting aftermath of paranoia, sleep paralysis, psychosis and sometimes-suicidal tendencies. This one however was a lot different, and that wasn’t just because of the large course of Xanax and Valium I ignorantly proscribed myself with by the handful.…

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Women 4

‘Bruv! last night I pissed in the mouth of a bird with a Nazi Reichstag chest tattoo’. That was the text I had sent to Meddler 3 years ago that acted as the catalyst for this blog. Humored by the tale she suggested I should write about my sexcapades and after a lot of well received reviews from my Facebook friends I got a bit carried away with it and now after 3 years it’s got me shags, lost me job opportunities, pissed some people off, made some people laugh and even had me referred to as ‘that sex writer guy’…

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Valentines Day

It’s Valentines Day, and for some that means an excuse to be extra romantic and then later extra filthy with the one they love or who are quite keen on. I was chatting with a friend the other day about romantic experiences we’ve had in our lives and I couldn’t think of any. Infact Valentines is a bit of an elusive one for me. I’ve never had anyone to put the effort into with. I also find the concept of romance to be very contrived and forced. Buying a bird flowers or whatever other clichéd forms of acts of romance…

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