Naked Attraction S04E03 – Liam

Liam is a 20-year-old landscaper from West Molesey. Rejected becuase he mumbled slightly when he spoke. When asked what part of his body he had learned to live with, he said his nose, as it is quite large (not the only thing) and his schoolmates used to call it Mount Everest. I could think if a better nickname for him. He may look a bit goofy, but what a cock! As you can probably tell from the number of screencaps I’ve made, I just love his cock.


Lest We Forget

Today is the 100th year since the armistice of the First World War. It was the war to end all wars: but failed! I personally do not think I could fight in any war. However, I accept that those that have fought have granted me that freedom. That is why I will be wearing a red poppy today and attending one of the many thousand remembrance events today. I respect our armed forces and what they do, it is our civilian politicians that ask them to go to war and it is those same civilians that do not help those who have fought, at their bidding, once they have left the armed forces.

Today, we should pay our respects to those who have fought and died on our behalf, and respect those who have fought and lived. Many ex-service personnel are still suffering, and we should support them and help them in any way we can.


Remember, Remember The Fifth of November

Remember, remember the fifth of November,
Gunpowder treason and plot.
We see no reason
Why gunpowder treason
Should ever be forgot!

Guy Fawkes, guy, t’was his intent
To blow up king and parliament.
Three score barrels were laid below
To prove old England’s overthrow.

By god’s mercy he was catch’d
With a darkened lantern and burning match.
So, holler boys, holler boys, Let the bells ring.
Holler boys, holler boys, God save the king.

And what shall we do with him?
Burn him!

It’s that time of year again when we Brits (and others) celebrate Bonfire night (also called Guy Fawkes Night). The above is a nursery rhyme that we used to sing to our children, but nowadays we only say the first line (it does end quite grim).

I have some vivid memories of standing in front of a furnace of a bonfire in the damp cold night air, eating either a toffee apple (an actual apple on a stick, covered in brittle toffee) or bonfire toffee (toffee so brittle it could break teeth and dislodge fillings). We would also play with sparklers, making patterns in the air, and throwing bangers on the ground to startle people.

These days it’s now a traditional celebration and the gruesome origins are glossed over. But of any of you intend to celebrate with us today, remember to play safe.