Three Types of Therapy
9 October



So, the last thing I need is to be permanently incapacitated so I am taking Dr Hughes at his word and I am not sitting at home moping.

I have quickly instituted three types of therapy.

Our garden has always been a refuge from the waves of trials and tribulations which wash over any life. Autumn is always a great time in any garden - not too cold to be off-putting but still enough variety in the flora to provide stimulus.

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Met Live: Il trovatore Opera too has been a treasured accompaniment over the years. I would not have thought to attend the Met's cinecast of Il trovatore under normal circumstances but, now, I had time and this was a reduced price encore matinée. I was well rewarded.

Marco Armiliato had the measure of Verdi's music and he had four excellent headline soloists to accompany. Special mention for Dmitri Hvorostovsky as di Luna as he has had such grave health problems recently. He sang his heart out nobly. Anna Netrebko was a bit of a surprise as Leonora: her lyric outpourings and control of coloratura were admirable. Dolora Zajick's Azucena is a booming earth mother of astounding intensity and Yonghoon Lee (previously unknown to me) did Manrico proud in both looks and decibels.

David McVicar's production was big but did not get in the way. The revolve kept the pauses in the action to a minimum so that the sense of propulsion into the heart of a dark secret was palpable.

Alex SteelAlex Steel Sex has long been my go to therapy for a troubled soul. Alex is based in Leeds/Newcastle but was visiting Liverpool to drum up some local trade. I imagine that he had a fair few people passing through his hotel bedroom over the four days he was in town.

He's an odd blend of working class rough and working class camp: machismo and queen. Though he admits to 25, all the signs are that he's in his thirties despite the reduced lighting. I imagine that he can be quite a vigorous top if called on but I wanted to have my way with him. He was happy to oblige me with his arse for a couple of sessions within the hour.

I didn't cum: neither did he. But we made good use of many different locations in the room to fuck: on the bed, over a chair, looking out of the window and in front of a big mirror. Good fun.