Family

When I was growing up, I spent a fair amount of time at boarding school. Consequently, I didn't have a particularly close family life and wasn't close to my sister growing up.

As an adult, I therefore decided to "adopt" people as my surrogate brothers and sisters. I am very glad I did this as it has brought me much joy and some excellent friendships.

I mention this today as, at lunch, I saw one of my "brothers". I feel very lucky to know him as he is an extraordinary individual and is very inspirational.

It also makes me feel good to know that I would go to extraordinary lengths to help my family, both real and adopted, should they need it. For some reason I find that very satisfying.

Right, my flight has been called so I will be off now.

Happy 4th July.

Are older women better in bed?

I have given this important topic some thought and have come up with the following pros and cons.

Younger women

Less jaded

Generally more excited about things

BUT

don't know their own mind so much

Older women

More jaded

Less easy to impress

BUT

do know their own minds

might teach you something you don't know.

So experience seems to win the day.

However a friend of mine, W, had a great girlfriend. She was smart, witty and very attractive. However he ended up dumping her because, in his words, "She was too soggy". Mind you, this is from a man who habitually dated strippers and they are proverbially not soggy. Known for their lack of sogginess, in fact.

So experience and a low sogginess quota wins the day

& whilst I think of it, a woman who is comfortable in her own body......

So, in conclusion, I can safely state I have no opinion on the matter.

Busy, busy, busy

I sit in a hotel in New York, listening to the cars honking away and trying to fall asleep. Or is it stay awake? I'm not sure. I now have jetlag on top of my other jetlag and don't know if I am coming or going.

Did a gig for a friend the other night. Used some new DJ software and actually got a playlist of prospective songs together. So I was much happier about my performance.

Now all I need to do is organise more of my music and I am set.

Still needs work

Well,

I played some rare funk, some mainstream house and, very self indulgently for 3pm, some excellent (even if I say so myself) trance.

I don't think the crowd liked the trance that much, but that was OK cos they weren't really listening either.

Still need work on my playlists. Usually I don't make them but my collection has increased a lot recently and that combined with my not getting out much any more has led to me being less familiar with my songs than I should be. So playlists it is........

Let the music lift you up

Tonight I rest.

Tomorrow I DJ

Let's hope it all goes well. There will be Reggae, Rock and Roll, Rap and err...... House Music all day long........

Aging and Impermanence

At some point in one's life, I guess one has to pass an inflection point.

When looking at an attractive lady on the street, she will stop thinking "Who's that hunky, attractive man checking me out? Cool!" and start thinking "I wish that dirty old bastard would stop staring at me".

I'm not saying that this will happen overnight but there must be a point where you start sliding from one to the other.......

I guess it's all about getting old and then dying. Youth and vitality are but a fleeting illusion. 

Word association

In an effort to avoid becoming the size of a house, I keep a variety of "heathy" snacks at my desk at work. 

These include unsalted almonds.

About once a month, my female co-workers amuse themselves with dialogue such as:

"I like your nuts, Mouse. They are not too salty"

"Where are you nuts? Put them in my hand"

etc etc.

All very amusing, I'm sure you'll agree.

That led to a discussion about nuts and the fact that a brazil nut is not a nut, but a fruit

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Brazil_nuts

& then being of an enquiring frame of mind, I looked up Brazilian which led me to the disambiguation page which led me to 

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Brazilian_waxing

I wasn't expecting pictures.

Given everything I have learned about waxing from Wiki, I now completely understand why you might have a misunderstanding at the salon, especially if the salon workers have English as a second language (thanks for sharing, Evie).