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Wow ... I had no idea they were so well used in Asia!

OK - that's understandable 🙂 But maybe if and when you feel more confident, you can gradually 'admit' how much more you're enjoying it! It's up to you of course, how quickly you feel you are able to let things develop. Good luck!

[Mods please move / delete if this is in the wrong place] I don’t always remember my dreams, and when I do, they are generally just weird, like dreams often are. But occasionally they involve sex, and very occasionally, wet sex (though it has been many a year since I had an actual wet dream). Last night I had two dreams – one was just weird (about a burglary at a house I was staying in with some friends) which I won’t bore you with. But the other was rather nice. I was an undercover security guard at some sort of street festival. It may have had an anime theme to it because

I suppose you might be able to subtly change you response over next few times it happens ... "Actually I have realised I don't mind it when you do that - in fact, I kind of like it"

Sounds like some more source material 😉

More please!

Marmite then!

Thanks! But he's irritating, isn't he?!

It certainly like a bidet, but it's more sophisticated!

Thanks ... and sure, my motivation is variable (which is why I was pleased @gldenwetgoose started this topic), even though since last year when I stopped working full time I have more time (and mental energy) now. Anything you do is better than nothing, of course 🙂 And it's probably worse to beat yourself up for not doing as much as you think you ought to ...

I have been re-reading this thread again because I was running this afternoon a memory popped into my head of the truly inspirational physics teacher who was the reason I studied the subject at university. He had the endless patience and creativity needed to explain complex things, but he was also innovative. This afternoon's memory was of a lesson on the concepts of energy and power. We all weighed ourselves, then measured the height of a couple of flights of stairs, then timed ourselves running up them. And use of the right formula and hey presto - we can compare each other's power output.

Perhaps I will stop posting here, as I don't want it to become just a place where I chart my attempts to run further faster. But one last thing: I'm just back from attempting 10k at 7:45 / mile pace ... and failing. Ran 4.5 miles at 7:39 / mile then decided to walk home because I'd had enough. But... it was close enough that I know I can push that speed out to 10k in the next couple of weeks. That's as fast as I think I can realistically run 10k. It would give me a time of 47min 30sec which although not fast isn't too bad for someone who smoked a packet of B&H a day through his twenties,

The S E-B pics have me thinking of sexy singers I have lusted after. Here's Tracy Tracy (aka Tracy Cattell) of The Primitives, circa 1987, and Louise Wener of Sleeper around 1995? (these days a pretty successful writer - she was always a cut above the rest - and that voice!).

Great story! The sense of desperation and relief really come through in the way you recall what happened. Thanks for sharing!

I had a sudden recollection today of an occasion this summer that made me think somewhat differently about a very long-time friend. I have known S since we were in the sixth form together; our birthdays are a few days apart. When I first met her she was a typical good-time girl – and attractive and funny. She’d been at a Catholic all-girls’ school until the age of 16 and going to a co-ed sixth form college was like all her dreams come true. At parties she would drink neat gin, get giggly then disappear with one or other of the boys for a while… Of course, she wasn’t alone in being like this, b

I had some supermarket shopping to do today in my local town, and I wanted to combine it with a walk in the countryside and the chance to give the car a bit a of trip out (it’s been languishing on the drive a lot this year). I set out after breakfast and had some fun on the back roads to town before parking up and setting off up a slight hill on a path I hadn’t explored before … the sign said 2 miles to the next village. It was a pleasant walk – the sun was shining for the first half, and I took a few photos of the views. I turned round at the village and set off down the slight slop

Video doesn't show up for me - I can hear it ...

Just watched / listened to this again. Wonderful. I love the calmness of his playing - he makes complex things look effortless. It's like watching John Renbourn play guitar - the minimum of movement, nothing flashy - not even flamboyant - and yet the sounds ...

I love the whole album so much - and this song in particular. Perfect for this afternoon.

Thinking about it, I suppose it's possible the little robot arm could have been fitted with a camera. Japan is a strange place after all.

I was reminded of a toilet in a hotel room in Tokyo where I stayed on business four years ago. Not only a heated seat but little buttons for various water features. When I pressed the 'shower' one a little robot arm appeared from under the seat rim and sprayed water everywhere. If you weren't sitting on the toilet at the time it showered the bathroom floor. I had hours of fun. I know these sort of things are more common now but at the time I had never seen anything like it. Any other unusual toilets? (I know there's a urinal thread elsewhere.)

HI. I think the local time display of individual member pins on the member map are not showing the correct local time. For instance, I looked at some UK pins at 15:30 UK time today, and they showed local time as 10:30. I checked in North America and the local time displayed also appeared to be wrong. It's not really important, to be honest, but I thought you might like to know!

That's a really good story to read! Thanks for sharing it with us. I'm glad the experience didn't damage your friendship ... and that your interest in this kink was strengthened (once you'd got over the trauma). And it's so difficult to ask others the questions you want to ask, isn't it, unless you're certain of the answer you'll get.

I think the distraction thing must be worth a go. When I was little and couldn't go, my parents always suggested I try to whistle. I think this is quite a common suggestion. It worked for me then, and even now if I am finding it difficult to go I will whistle - and hey presto! (I appreciate that in your current situation in hospital that might be a bit difficult. I hope you are OK!)