Tag: gorgeous boys

Camden Lock

A date with Harry. We went to the market at Camden Lock. It rained, because we like that in Britain, in the summer. It makes a change from the winter sleet.

Lunch. Obviously very important. I had a chicken katsu burger and sweet potato fries.

General outdoor scenes. That’s Harry, with the white t-shirt and the back pack. We are falling in love and it is turning into quite a serious relationship. I wouldn’t be surprised if we ended up living together or even getting married, if his parents can handle the shock of the considerable age gap.

A hipster selling moustache wax and beard butter.

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The fancy tea shop. Harry is a big tea aficionado.

The Japanese shop.

A stall selling candles. They all looked and smelled delightful but I couldn’t have any because they are paraffin and my lungs don’t get along with paraffin candles. I discovered this after I bought a huge sampler pack of miniature Yankee Candles in all different fragrances, so I sent them to my sister-in-law who I don’t particularly like.

I love the photo of this lady and her husband. It was very clear that she desperately wanted one of these candles, if not several, and spent ages looking at them, but her husband did not take the hint. Then she tried passing them to him in an attempt to get him to take an interest, but he was not having it. As you can see, he is not even looking. I felt bad for her. We had a little chat about how nice the candles were, because she needed somebody to agree that they were nice.

And that’s all the news for now, as I am super busy today. I have lots more photos to share with you, but they will have to wait for next time.

NutriBullet and general food news

OK, so I am on a mission now for improved health. You know me, I am happiest when I am on a mission. I’ve done 10 hours of walking in the last four days and I am right on the brink of resuming weight training. I’ve been walking on Hampstead Heath, which is gorgeous, as you can see.

I have finally acquired a NutriBullet, two years after everyone else, and it has been a real game-changer. As we all know, eating healthily is a lot of hassle, especially if you are like me and you don’t want to cook. I have all good intentions and everything and I don’t mind making a salad once in a while but I can’t possibly do that three times a day, it is out of the question. The NutriBullet, which is a fancy type of blender, is the antithesis of cooking. You don’t have to cook anything and you don’t even have to use a plate to eat the results, you can drink it straight out of the cup you made it in. No cooking, barely any washing-up.

I am photographing everything I eat, because that’s a proven method of keeping me from eating junk, so here are a couple of photos.

Spinach, spring greens, strawberries, pineapple, ice, protein powder, nuts. Chuck in blender, add water, pulverise for 1 minute, slurp.

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Kale, spinach, banana, peach, pineapple, strawberries, raspberries, protein powder, nuts. A really great way to use up fruit that is on the turn.

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Look at that, delicious.

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I don’t think I’ve ever eaten so healthily and I feel fantastic.

I am dating Harry and we are falling in love with each other. He’s excited that I’m excited about health and I have made a couple of nice meals for us. A simple mixed salad with smoked salmon. Observe my beautiful Portmeirion tableware.

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This was yesterday, I was so proud of myself. A salad made with spinach, red onion, strawberries, raspberries, blue cheese and sesame seed croutons.

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Soon I will start letting Harry cook, because he likes to cook. Score. I am so happy with this boy, he is really lovely and I have cancelled all of my other relationships except for Fyodor, who doesn’t count because of being in Russia.

Kew Gardens

I went to Kew Gardens with Harry because we are dating now and we go out and do things around London. Here are some photos of the gardens.

Tree House

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The Japanese Garden

The Palm House

The Hive

Other Gardeny Things Around Kew

It was a very sweet date. We’ve had 9 dates now.

I am enjoying getting to know him. We talk a lot as we walk around London and look at plants and suchlike. I can’t quite believe it is going so well. Usually at this point, fatal flaws would have started to appear, but no. We draw close to one another. He’s funny and very clever and he’s affectionate. He’s free from cynicism. He seems to have no hang-ups. I really like him.

My house remains in a spotless condition. This relationship is certainly proving to be good for raising standards of housework chez Gloria as I am cleaning twice a week.

I am wearing a lot of dresses. I am fatter than usual and I am slightly panicking about it but of course not taking enough action except for buying a NutriBullet, of which more another time. Harry and I went to visit my gym together, for a look round and to see about guest memberships for him. I really need him to encourage me into responsible behaviour because otherwise I will die at my own hand. I am profligate and I smoke too much and I don’t go to the gym enough. Harry is more careful about money than I am, disapproves of smoking, approves of going to the gym and thinks getting some exercise makes for a nice date. I kind of want him to save me from myself before I have an early heart attack. This is a lot of responsibility for a 24-year-old, on the other hand I am reminded of a former friend, Salim, who did much the same thing. He had a bit of a wild side, recreationally speaking and had all sorts of bad, unhealthy habits that were destined to kill him. In his late 40s he realised the kinds of risks he was taking with his health and promptly married an Eastern European girl who was half his age, whom he credits with cleaning up his lifestyle and extending his life. So. I think it’s not uncommon for a certain type of man to take a young wife for these types of reasons.

The other day I wanted to chat to Fyodor but I could not hang around online because Harry was expected at my house. I said to Fyodor, “I feel like I am cheating on him because I really love you”. “Haha, yes you are cheating”, he replied, and then “I want you to stay”. But I did not stay. He had to wait until the following evening for more attention. If this relationship with Harry continues on its current trajectory, I could see the day arriving when I tell Fyodor that I don’t have the emotional spoons for him any more, and that will be something, as his beauty eclipses any other beauty I’ve ever seen.

I will report more news as it happens.

Battlefield 1

Battlefield 1. Electronic Arts (2016), PlayStation 4. A first-person shooter game set during World War 1. 

Welcome back to the fabulous TLYW Year of Console Gaming in which we attempt to play 14 games in 14 months. Today is 1 July, it’s Month 7 and that’s very exciting as we are now half way through the year! Our year began with two months of dinosaurs and primitive early humans, then continued through Ancient Greece, the Middle Ages, the Enlightenment and finally arrived at the dawn of the 20th century in June. Here we are in July and, unavoidably, here is World War 1 and an immensely popular game that I would never have played were it not for this year-long project.

Despite its name, Battlefield 1 is actually the 15th iteration of the Battlefield series, so EA has had plenty of time to get the game design right and, indeed, this game was critically acclaimed upon release. Rather than a single main character and a single open world to explore, in single player mode there are six distinct War Stories, where you can play out different characters in a variety of locations and scenarios. The game was praised for its compelling stories, well-structured campaigns and diverse scenery and gameplay.

Battlefield 1 was released at the end of October 2016 and in January this year it was reported to have sold more than 15m copies. That was six months ago so the total will be even more than that now.

I hope it’s good. It has a lot of customers. As one would hope, there’s a multiplayer mode so if I turn out to be good at it, there will be plenty to do, with the single-player missions functioning as training for multiplayer scenarios. I will then be able to use my fancy Turtle Beach headset to scream into the microphone at teenagers in Ohio and Alabama as I blow things up, which is what everybody is presumed to want.

My interest in video gaming has always attracted a lot of attention from boys in the online dating arena. One such, a hot blond of about 25 who was a massive Battlefield 1 player, proposed as his suggestion for a date: “I will come over and you can play Battlefield and scream at American kids while you sit on my face.” “Yeah okay”, I replied, “that sounds all right actually”.

Here’s a trailer so you can see what I’m in for. The gameplay I mean, not the other part. Here’s to July. I wish you a happy month of gaming.

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Days Gone: new gameplay video from Sony

Sony’s upcoming zombie game, Days Gone, promises to be utter mayhem and I cannot recall when I’ve awaited a game with more excitement. There is still no release date and I heard a rumour that it might be delayed until 2019, but I can wait patiently if it means they want to take time to get it right. A late game is only bad while it is late, until it is good enough for release; a game that is released in a bad condition stays bad for ever.

Anyway, Sony just published a new video to keep everyone’s excitement up. It shows actual gameplay, survival elements and story and I am surprised how involved it is. Someone said it was like the result of Horizon Zero Dawn and The Last of Us getting into bed with each other. In that case, we are in for an unholy treat. Here it is, 7 minutes of gameplay.

Everything is going just beautifully with Harry and I am loving it. He takes all our dates very seriously, so we go out and do things around London. It’s such early days, we only had our first date a month ago, but it feels like something. It feels like dating in a way that is more than just a euphemism for casual sex.

Starry Skies, Chapter 9: Slices of Pie

I had to tell Chockney that we are done with each other. I was trying my best but it could have taken years for him to break through the iron fortress that appeared around me whenever I was in proximity with him and he started talking about commitment. I was going to let him come over and do some building work at my flat but then I had a magical third date with Harry which made me want to save my free time for him, so that meant Chockney had to be dismissed. I tried to be nice about it. I let him go.

Harry. We looked at paintings, then we had lunch, then we sat on a sofa in the book shop and looked at books about paintings. I could say a lot of things about how I felt and what I thought. Let me try instead to recall what he was saying and doing.

  • We were sleepy after lunch and when I tired of looking at books, he put his arm around me so I could rest my head on his chest.
  • If I offer him my hand, he holds it and strokes it.
  • He put his hand on my waist when we were kissing. He’s not aggressive at all. He’s very delicate and he moves slowly.
  • He made some reference to Our First Date, like it was a thing, which it was. He said happily of our three dates so far (dinner, opera, paintings) that they were all really nice days. I’m glad he’s enjoying himself, I certainly am. I would look at paintings anyway but it is so nice when you have a young companion who kisses you and says intelligent things.
  • He said that I am the first person who has had anything positive to say about his work. Everyone else he has tried to date disapproves. But it is his job. It’s a lot easier sustaining or even starting a dating relationship when the other person isn’t dead set against your job. In subsequent text messages, he was quite chatty on the subject.
  • I invited him over to my place, he is coming on Sunday. He said ‘afternoon or evening?’ and I said ‘afternoon, but don’t book anything for the evening, we’ll go out and have dinner locally’. This reply made him look happy.

When I see him, it will be our fourth date. And that’s why Chockney had to go.

We went to see Wayne Thiebaud at White Cube in Piccadilly. I absolutely love WT, he is one of my favourite artists. American post-war painting of cakes, slices of pie, sweets, lollipops, ice creams, bubble gum machines. Brush strokes are thick. Shadows are heavy and long. Lollipops lie slain. Donuts are kept in isolation. Quite often, pairs of things appear but are not allowed to have any contact. It criticises mass-produced, synthetic, post-war, commercial food at the same time as participating in it. The items are both grotesque and strangely delicious looking. I think so, anyway. I would eat most of the things painted by Wayne Thiebaud. Harry didn’t agree on this point and I expect that’s why he’s thinner than I am. The White Cube exhibition is on until 2 July. If you can’t make it to the exhibition, I might point out that there are numerous lovely books about Thiebaud here and you should probably have one for your art library.

Firebird

In this week’s episode of Classical Music, Yo, I compulsively went to Royal Festival Hall for the third time because I had tickets for Stravinsky’s Firebird, performed by the Philharmonia Orchestra.

I have my mom to thank for this one. She played a lot of classical music on vinyl when I was growing up, esp ballet scores. I heard The Firebird several times as a child, so I knew I was going to like it.

Here’s a Philharmonia listening guide, that is, a short, 7-minute documentary. Stravinsky wrote the music at 26 and in 1910 it was ‘the hottest ticket in town’, in the words of presenter Paul Rissman.

Here’s the music, conducted by Stravinsky himself as a much older man.

Here’s a clip of the ballet for which the music was written.

And here’s one version of the story; there are others, the Firebird is a figure that recurs in Slavic folklore. This is a nice animated version with English subtitles. Like all good fairytales, it has princes and princesses, dark forests, wolves, golden apples, etc.

I had a date with me, for a change. That red-haired model who kissed me at the tube station. I wore a dress, naturally, he was as gorgeous as the music and how appropriate that he had red hair. It was all-round excellent. He is such a handsome man, I want to go out with him more than I want to stay in with him because it is a shame to waste his beauty by keeping it indoors.

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