On Sunday I went to my first ever gay wedding. Some friends Alan and Stuart decided to celebrate in style at the fabulous Oran Mor in Glasgow's West End. The setting was perfect, the company hilarious and the food delicious. It was all very fabulous and I know they had a great night as did all the guests - you couldn't get me off the dancefloor all night! Cameron, his flatmate and I all danced the night away and had a rare tear to ourselves. Alan and Stuart had a perfect night by all accounts and the hot men in kilts didn't hurt the eyes either.
Somehow after bustin those moves on Sunday night, I've done even more damage to my ass - it's sore as hell after playing tennis last week and has just gotten worse. It's icepacks and stretching for the next few days in the hope that it loosens off.
Something else loosening off is my neighbour. For the past 3 years I've lived in somewhat relative peace. My neighbour sometimes plays his guitar in the evening which is quite pleasant if I fancy a catnap. He occasionally laughs and my main gripe is his bastarding radio alarm that goes off in the mornings, however last night - something else alerted me to his presence. I had headed to bed just after midnight when I heard some strange movement. Naturally, I couldn't resist lying perfectly still and listening even harder, bear in mind it's a modern flat so the walls aren't exactly thick. So I heard rustling and some rhythmic movement and then some squeaking (bed springs?) and some increased moaning. My male neighbour was knocking one out in bed. I was totally shocked as I had never heard him doing this. Not that there's anything wrong with it - in fact, I joined in for a while - I'll give him something - the man's got stamina - I was knackered so after a bit, switched on some Prisoner Cell Block H and let him finish his stuff which he did with an almighty sigh. Now if I had heard him panting and a buzzing sound, it may have held my attention for longer!
Wednesday, August 08, 2007
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Your first gay wedding eh!! They're all the rage now. Sounds like you enjoyed it.
That's a funny story about your neighbour - in fact I remember you posting a similar story before which I replied to but for some reason my response got lost. Anyway the story I had to tell was this... we used to have a couple of neighbours who used to erm, do the deed, always on the same day at the same time, round about Saturday at about 11am. The woman had the loudest orgasms going and actually sounded like she was in pain. We used to call her "Mrs Saturday Shag". We also wondered if she was a prozzie and the guy her client owing to the regularity of their "sessions". And one day when Mrs SS was being particularly loud and woke us up, me and Gustavo started making loud moaning noises back. It then went very quiet for some reason.
Mrs SS now appears to have moved out and instead our new neighbour is a screaming baby. Oh the joy. Not sure which I prefer a screeching infant or a screeching slapper.
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