Young Men
10 July
It's been a week of young men.
You'll be pleased to hear that James is out of hospital though I haven't yet heard from him as to the full extent of his recovery. It's also pleasing to note that Dougal is back at work again having graced us with his presence last year. He still seems quite happy to get his legs out for the lads in this hot weather.
Yes, we've hit summer at last and Yoga was a bit of a strain in the confines of a torpid YMCA. But we all managed and felt better for it. I even managed to remember to take my cheque book to pay Loraine for our trip to the Yoga for Health Foundation next weekend.
So I was all ready for a good night's sleep on Monday night when there was an odd noise from outside. I peaked out my bedroom window to check and discovered a tableau vivante in bedroom window next door of the neighbour's son, Nathan, and a female friend of his engaging in what the Kama Sutra refers to as Kakila or the Lovemaking of the Crow but which the rest of us delight in as Soixante-Neuf.
Well, hats off to Nathan is all I can say. In the 10 seconds it took me (and remember that, it was 10 seconds - I did not wait half an hour before I was outraged and therefore am not a perve) in the 10 seconds it took me to register and appreciate what was going on, I can only applaud young Nathan's muff diving technique which appeared flawless.
I cannot, unfortunately, make much comment on what was happening at the other end because of the positioning (note the unwillingness to get out of bed to test if more could be seen from elsewhere). Actually, I might has well have stopped round to watch as the surprise coupled with the heat rendered sleep impossible for quite a while.
Tuesday brought a test session at work which was graced by one of young workers, Phil, resplendent in revealing shorts - every time he eased himself into a new position on his seat he seemed to reveal more and more of his ample er... regions. Hem. Well. he's a nice lad and a bit of a shagger if the stories are to be believed.
Wednesday evening saw me dashing along the M11 to Harlow to catch Robert in a dance performance. There were some good and bad things as it was a showcase of Community Dance. I didn't like the way that a lot of the dance put forward by the young women was little more than synchronised disco stuff.
I did like the Lilian Baylis Over 60s Performance Group and particularly the way they were preceded by the best of the junior groups from Theydon Bois County Primary School - it seemed like a good juxtaposition. Roding Valley Dance Company were all male and were the first dance group that touched. The second male dance group. Positive Action, had travelled as guests from Peterborough and were much better but I guess part of this sort of event is to see the work of others so that you can aspire to higher standards.
FR were good too as was Harlow College Community Arts Group which mixed able bodied and performers with learning difficulties. I liked Robert's piece too. Two years in the gym has certainly put some muscle on him. He can move with grace and elegance as well as strength. I experienced a pang watching him thinking about my own performance days and how with different opportunities I might have had less physical unease in the way that he has.
I thought about it more during healing on Thursday night where Margaret certainly felt that I need re-aligning. I think I need to complete my grieving for my lost youth.
Other lost youths on Friday included David, the new student on the HelpDesk who is a sweetie despite being into the Duke of Edinburgh's Award Scheme and being a student officer in the Territorials, and Roger, the school lad who is with us for a fortnight on work experience and who seems to enjoy flaunting himself - probably unknowingly.
Then there was Chris at the Divisional drinkies, a lot of red wine, Duncan another young man from work who smiles a lot and a young librarian woman who may or may not have been making a pass at me late in the evening. Anyhow, something seemed to be happening for a moment before I took myself off to the tube.
News from young Philippe who has still
not christened his house even refusing offers on the way to pick up a Penguin. And
he knows what I mean by that.
He has, however, been
amusing himself by following the links for Sean Patrick and Justin Clouse.
Justin I've mentioned before as another Web Diarist. Sean is a webcam person who
records and broadcasts most of his life on the Web. Phil tuned in to his site at
10am BST. This translates as 5am New York time and so he found Sean asleep. Sean
is renowned for sleeping in the buff. Unfortunately, is
his work situation, Phil did not find Sean in his more usual belly down position.
Rather he stuck paydirt and got the full frontals. Luckily,
Justin is not so brazen.
