Tag: underwear

I’m off to Norway in three days! Wheee! I’ve now obtained a warm jacket (actually a snowboarding jacket — I’m so cool) and some very warm wool socks (again, snowboarding/skiing socks). Ostensibly, I will be walking — not a lot, but more than usual (i.e. more than none) — so the socks make a lot of sense. I actually need to get some new boots too — my current Timberland boots are 7 or 8 years old, but when a…

As I write this, bear in mind two things: a) our heating is broken. It’s currently about 5 degrees (40F) in my room; my breath is condensing and I can’t feel my nose, fingers or anything below the waist, and b) I haven’t had sex in a while now. So I am cold and frustrated and the owner of a penis. [If this is all 'too much information' and you find yourself reeling, you certainly shouldn't visit Lilu's blog.] Now…

(Click for larger… though I can’t imagine why you would want to…) With this photo I feel like I have jumped the shark. I guess this might just be the pinnacle of my blogging and self-portraiting career. Everything else I produce, until they day I die, will always be compared to ‘that time Seb flashed his pink boxers and stuck his cock in a doughnut’. But I’m OK with that. It gives me something to aim towards (other than the…

These are my legs, Jesus sandals and shorts. Sorry for opening with such a picture, it’s unforgivable. But all will become clear as you read on… Being a man, body hair, schlong and all, there are some things that do not come naturally. Remembering anniversaries. Washing my hands after using the bathroom. And organisation, planning. Lists, I hate lists. I might come across as a deliberate, slightly-gay, well-measured guy that organises his books and DVDs alphabetically, and makes sure everything…