[quote]Welcome Home Ruddy, see your being naughty right off the bat.
We do not allow scaping "Wind" in this room so when you have to "fluff"
please remove yourself from the computor...It drifts through the keys!!
I would like to know what have you been up to since leaving????
Love life?
Weight?
Drinking?
knocking on doors?
picking bluebells
Taking lovely pictures?????? YES I BET[/quote]
Me naughty? Don't be so daft, playful perhaps, naughty no, even the Queen of England, God bless her no doubt farts on ocassion, bless her cotton socks, dear of her, and I bet her farts smell as badly as anyone else's too, and that's a fact.
Only she stands to lose a lot more than I do when she breaks wind, especially in public, but would you look down on her any more for doing so? No, of course not lol.
What have I been up to?
Well, a lot of work, at least 17 hours a day, most days of the week and when I'm not doing that, typically go out sea fishing, mind iquiet comptemplation, watching my fishing float, for it to bob down below the waves, hopefully to come back to the surface with a ruddy great fish on the end for my supper.
Not the action man I used to be of course these days, getting old and fuddy duddy, a bit like you. 42 now, still bloddy handsome though if I may say so myself, single still of course.
Creating lots of websites, membership websites that kind of thing where I impart my knowledge of the internet on specific subjects to my selected buy in, audiences, everything set on autopilot, content, autoresponders that kind of thing. Also I now write for a living for many companies online, no articles just pure and simple copywriting, which pays very well and draws on my marketing experience and knowledge too.
In fact, I've just had a very high ranking copywriter notice my writing skills online only this past week and he's offered me some work with him, so that is excellent news - recession? What recession? I'm as busy as can be, multitasking as fast as possible, juggling this task and that task near 24/7 and loving every minute of it. It's all great fun.
Weight? Been putting it on steadily. Call it middled aged spread if you will. Used to always be 13 stone at 6'6" thin as a rake, then two years ago, the pounds starting finally to pile on, shot up to 17 stone, then hit 18 stone a few weeks ago, so i'm now actually quite cuddly. I love it and cannot resist holding my new belly and flopping it up and down, it's a new sensation that I've never had before, if I give up smoking, no doubt the weight will increase again, I might actually get fat, fat one of these days, imagine that! Whoo hoo!
Drinking?
Cut that out massively about 2 years ago, just the odd pint or glass of red wine now on the weekends, never touch it mid week, feel much better for it too. In fact, quite often I find I can go 3 weeks without touching a drop, so busy not too much time to socialise anyway.
I did have one experience in the Lake District though about 2 years ago, yes, 2 years ago in August.
I got it into my head to drive up to the Lakes in August 2007 for a holiday for 10 days, found a beautiful stunning location to camp at, at the foot of the Honnister Pass near Seatoller Farm, not another soul on the campsite, a field surrounded by mountains, a river running just below the camping ground.
Drove into Keswick to fill up on booze, 3 bottles of red wine and 3 litres of strong scrumpy, drove back to the camp site. Got myself a log fire going, set up a tarpaulin in the tree above my tent (it leaked a bit), started to drink some wine, only a couple of bottles, whacked on the car stereo system, smoked a jolly good spliff or two and before long thought well I may as well have a dance under the stars all by myself.
There I was the only happy camper in the field, drunk as a skunk, really giving it some welly, barefoot, dancing on the grass, moon overhead, a waterfall in the distance, stars above me, silhoettes of trees all around me, the river some 60' away to my left, dnow a 20' drop.
This daft old cretin closed his eyes, dancing away to some old school techno, not really giving a hoot for anything but enjoying myself, had my eyes closed, was hopping backwards in this completely crazy style of dance that only a 40 year old can pull off, looking extremely stupid, but not giving a damn, so there I be, giving it welly, dancing backwards on one foot, hopping, when lo and behold the earth moved for me.
Yep, I'd managed to dance myself in the darkness right off the edge of the field, plunged down some 20' through the stinging nettles and brambles only to be ducked unceremoniously into this mountain river below, head shot under water, narrowly missing a large rock, pulled my head up gasping for air from the sudden cold, water rushing all over me and everywhere around me, came to my senses to realise that here I was, now on all fours, in the middle of this torrent of water, in pitch blackness and still shall we say rather wobbly on my feet, gallantly still holding my alas, empty plastic wine glass.
I tell you, the experience was enough to put a man off drink for life!
Scrabbled somehow downstream about 50 yards, water pouring over me before I managed to scramble back up the bank to the safety of my tent and log fire. Cut my legs to shreds that night, still got the scars some two years later lol.
That was my last real adventure with drink.
Well, this past winter, it was pretty cold, about minus 8 that night, sitting on the rocks of the Helford River at 3am in the morning, freezing our ruddy nads off, I swigged on my small flask of brandy to get some fire going in my soul amidst the hail and sleet, (fishing), well I did almost end up falling off the cliff that night sliding down the rocks, but firtunately just about managed to stop myself from flying head first into the river, but that's another story.
Knocking on doors? Ya must be bloomin' joking. I don't talk about that subject any more, too well recovered from all the issues. As you know, I was going through hell like a lot of other newly disfellowshipped individuals all those years ago, been out 14 years now, it took 9 or 10 years but finally, the jw thoughts just stopped entering my mind, generally speaking, infuriatingly positive all the time now with a most wicked sense of humour on me lol.
Of course, goes without saying if I could help anyone else out, I would do so, but as for me, don't need help anymore, very well recovered and glad to say, will never ever knock another door in my life. The jw's can kiss my Cornish behind. Bloody crazy bunch of people, bloomin absurd belief structure, stuff em. Not got the time of day for them.
Picking bluebells and taking photographs, well, only picking them from the garden each spring, it's against the law here to pick them now from the wild. Landscape photography, still doing a little bit here and there, not so much these days, got over 20,000 plus photographs of the county here, need to live on a bigger 'island' to keep the interest going.
Did go out this spring time though, I'll send you some of my bluebell photographs of that, got some beautiful lovely shots I think you're really enjoy.
It's so good to see you again Grace, runs over and gives her a big gentle squeeze and a peck on the cheek.
I missed you all these years.
(((((Grace))))) Mark xx
