Royal Wedding Holiday
30 April

There has been a royal wedding.

Ross and I celebrated the nuptials in fine style.

We invited Scot round to our house and we had him every which way.

We started by stripping him and then spit-roasting him, me getting sucked off and Rossi fucking him and coming. Then I fucked him doggie style and came. Then he sat on Rossi and rode him to creamy satisfaction whilst Rossi fucked up into him and I kissed and caressed him. Then he lay on top of Rossi in a sort of missionary position whilst I fucked him and orgasmed loads but did not come. And then we had a break. Then Scot rode me and Rossi joined in and we DP'ed him. Then Rossi fucked him missionary style and I joined in and fucked Rossi as the meat in the sandwich until he came. And then we had another break. Then Scot straddled Rossi and I joined in DP'ing Scot once more. Finally, I fucked Scot standing up, doggie and missionary and orgasmed loads but did not come.

He is, without doubt, a remarkable young man.

And, in the two hours it took us to accomplish all of that, the royals got married.

Afterwards, we were two happy little bunnies.

And Rossi had to lie down for a rest with Nutkin.

By comparison, the rest of the weekend was quite calm and peaceful.

One thing that I did was to take myself off to the Walker Art Gallery to see A Collector's Eye - from Cranach to Pissaro and I enjoyed it a lot.

There were only a few Impressionist works like the Pissaro opposite - a couple of Sisleys and a Boudin completed the set - but they were very fine and a joy to see.

There was far more from the 15th and 16th centuries such as the Cranach opposite. Many of these were fine in their own way but simply not to my taste at all.

I did, however, like the portrait below by Allori and the El Greco and the Reubens.

It was a quirky sort of exhibition and, for once, there was a catalogue - which I bought. A good but not exceptional viewing, I thought.

And through the post came, the final of three volumes of Beethoven Violin Sonatas performed by Alina Ibragimova and Cédric Tiberghien.

The first two volumes won my best recording accolade of last year. This disc handsomely follows in that tradition and I'm happy to give the pair another four stars.

And I've just started a big read - Simon Raven's Alms for Oblivion series - all ten novels of it.

I read these first in the 1970s as a student and in my early adult life. They seemed fairly racy and cynical at the time. An antidote to CP Snow. Now, and I'm only a few novels in, they seem much more of a critical survey of the post-War years and their aftermath touching on themes and ideas which were prescient and are relevant now.

I'll say more when I've finished the lot.