Bugger!!! What a cock-Up!

Be careful what you wish for!

Having my email address on the internet tends to mean that you get a lot of spam. And my email has been around for many years, so I get tonnes of the stuff. So much that I just delete whole swathes of the stuff at a time.

So for the past few days, I was relieved when I didn’t seem to be getting so much. It felt so good not to have the chore of clearing it all down.

And then I tried to log in to the website to check stuff. Shit! I couldn’t log in. I left it a day in case the hosting provider was doing some maintenance or something. I checked my control panel, and I had a message that the old style was being retired, and I had to upgrade. Was that the problem? I upgraded but still couldn’t access my WordPress login pages.
If I couldn’t access the site, there would be no more updates, and I would be forced to start over again. Trust me, it takes a lot of work to create and maintain a website with so many pages as mine.

My heart sank. I had a glass of wine to stop me from getting too stressed.

The next day, I googled the error, looked through all the YouTube tutorials, followed them to the letter. Nothing worked. I had another glass of wine or two.

Then something occurred to me. I had changed my anti-virus software. I quickly uninstalled it, and ‘hey presto!’ It worked. I can now access my WordPress login page again.

So I did some tests, and that’s when I found out that none of my emails were working.

Shitting hell!

I think this calls for another glass of wine.

I left it until today to try and sort it. And I have half sorted it. I can now receive emails again.

So that’s good news to the spammers trying to get me to part with my money or data and for the readers who have been trying to email. (They never even got a bounce back, so they didn’t even know the emails weren’t getting through.)

If anyone has been emailing me with comments or submissions, I sincerely apologise and please send them again.

But I did say that I half sorted it.

I can receive it, but I can’t send it. Well, not entirely true. If I email my outlook account, it gets rejected. If I email another account, then it goes through. I get some sort of error that Outlook has blacklisted the IP address that the email is sent from.

So I’m fed up!

I’ve now created an outlook account to send emails, and I’m thinking of keeping it and dropping the screeve.org email addresses in the future.

But I’m going to keep checking to see if I can get them to work. If anyone reading this is an expert, then the error message I get is:

Diagnostic-Code: smtp; 550 5.7.1 Unfortunately, messages from [45.83.192.3] weren’t sent. Please contact your Internet service provider since part of their network is on our block list (S3140). You can also refer your provider to http://mail.live.com/mail/troubleshooting.aspx#errors. [MW2NAM10FT019.eop-nam10.prod.protection.outlook.com]

A bit of googling shows that others have the same problem, but I’ve not found a solution yet.

Wish me luck!

When I Was…Twenty-Seven by David Heulfryn

Robbie and Jack are now older, and it is Jack’s wedding day. The two friends are as close as they have ever been as they spend Jack’s final night as a bachelor in Robbie’s apartment.

I like writing about these two friends. They have a closeness that I wish I had with my best friend. There is no sex between them, and I seriously doubt if they ever will have sex, it would spoil the relationship. I hope you like these glimpses into defining moments of the life of these friends.

It Can Take You By Surprise

Broken Glass

I went through a year of lockdown and didn’t fall into a deep bout of depression. Now we are coming out of lockdown, it hits. I can’t blame it on anxiety, which I know some people are experiencing after such a long time being locked down. But I suppose that is the nature of this illness; there can be no rhyme or reason for when it strikes.

I was very conscious of my mental health during lockdown. I suppose because I knew there was a possibility of going into a depression during that difficult time, I made conscious decisions to try and stop it from happening. Now we are coming out, I have been more lax with my health, and I allowed this bout to overwhelm me.

So the lesson I have learnt this time is, don’t get cocky and complacent when you feel good; you need to keep working to keep depression at bay.

The First Cockaigne Chronicles Novel Coming Soon

‘Becoming Kes’ is a story of lust on a clinical trial while testing a new cream that enhances sexual performance. The story is set in the exceptional fictitious English town of Cockaigne. A town where nudity and sexual freedom are part of everyday life.

Jay is struggling to make something of his life when he finds a tantalising advert from Cockaigne Pharma trying to find volunteers for a clinical trial. All the volunteers are healthy young men who must remain anonymous and naked throughout. They are given codes, and Jay decides to go by the name Kes.

Kes finds himself partnered with Zack, a troublemaker who is punished on his first day. On the trial, Kes and Zack test the new cream and discover how much better sex can be.

Outside the clinical trial, Kes meets Philip. They become close, and Kes begins to question his sexuality and explore what Cockaigne has to offer. Hopefully, with Philip.

YOI Cock Town by David Heulfryn

I enjoyed writing the short story YOI Cockton so much, and it got such a positive reaction from readers that I decided to turn it into a series. I consider the original short story the pilot and I used it as the start of the bigger story. It’s about juvenile deliquents in a “Young Offenders Institution” and is a fantasy about control and forced sex.

When I Was … Seventeen by David Heulfryn

Robbie and Jack remain close. Jack’s relationships with girls are beginning to get more physical, and he confides his feelings and fears to Robbie. After a night out, they have another sleepover, this time Jack nocturnal activities involve Robbie.

For those readers more familiar with American English, I use the word ‘fanny’ in this story. In this case, it means a ladies front-bottom and not a persons back-bottom.

A Black Cappuccino and a Hot Punani by David Heulfryn

I’ve had this story brewing for some time (I hope you like the pun), and I am now happy with it. I think my problem was how to inject some sex into the story without it feeling forced. Well, in the end, I decided not to inject sex into the story as it just doesn’t fit.

This short story is about the beginning of a relationship, how two young men meet by chance. I always intended this to be a one-off, and although it lends itself to many possibilities, I won’t be expanding on it. What happened next will be left to your imagination. I was interested in exploring how a relationship begins, and that’s why there is no sex in this story.

I hope you like it, even if it won’t get you off.