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Senate House. Feed me YOUR DYSTOPIAN FANTASIES

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Zu 2 said:
The Rotherhithe Tunnel or, more specifically, inadvisably WALKING THROUGH IT. A true barrage of filth :disco:

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:D I was there just yesterday to look at a flat and was reading up on the tunnel. It sounds like the stairs at Covent Garden station - seems like a good idea until you get about halfway and then you're just WISHING FOR DEATH
 
Has anyone been to Stephen Wright's House Of Dreams? I feel I ought to...

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House of Dreams | Stephen Wright Artist

Stephen Wright is an artist who has turned his East Dulwich semi into a shrine for the unloved, forgotten and discarded.
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Kate said:
:D I was there just yesterday to look at a flat and was reading up on the tunnel. It sounds like the stairs at Covent Garden station - seems like a good idea until you get about halfway and then you're just WISHING FOR DEATH
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I would say that it’s an absolute MUST DO (unlike the Covent Garden stairs) although it might require a certain perversity and degree of insanity which obviously wasn’t a problem for me. I did think I might pass out halfway through and it does seem to go on FOREVER
 
I was horribly disappointed to latterly discover that the Limehouse Link Tunnel has a NO PEDESTRIANS rule

HOW DARE THEY
 
I keep meaning to head to Richmond Park at some point to see the deer but having seen a squirrel being mauled by a whippet today, followed by the appearance of a white poodle with a gaping brown hole, my urge to be at one with nature has reduced somewhat :(
 
Ag said:
100%

When we went we discovered the nearby Roebuck pub in Richmond Hill, with brilliant views of the Thames flowing out of West London

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Lovely. Unfortunately the only time I’ve been to the Roebuck was the post-funeral wake for the only person I’ve known to die young. It wasn’t the best of days :(
 
I personally prefer Bushy Park to Richmond. It’s smaller so easier to walk around, has loads of deer and the gorgeous Woodland Gardens


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AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAaAAaaaA said:
I'm obsessed with this IN DEPTH and HEARTBREAKING review :disco: / :(

https://doriansmith5.wordpress.com/2018/02/25/weekend-at-the-vault-139-part-1/

"I was at the end of my second can of beer and just about to leave when a guy came out of one of the glory hole cabins and stopped right in front of me.
“Hey,” he smiled and leaned in for a kiss. His mouth tasted of cum. I smiled back at him and he pressed his body closer..."
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£9 including a drink sounds like a good idea until you find out it’s a CAN OF BEER!
 
It’s all so ENTICINGLY GRIM!

“Coincidentaly, I got contacted by this Scouse Daddy I met four months ago at The Vault 139 (on my last visit) who asked if I’d like to spend a few hours with him on Sunday. This Scouse Daddy has a massive cock and I thought to myself that it wouldn’t be such a bad idea to get nicely plowed by him, get all loosed up, before showing up at Backstreet for more action. We agreed for me to drop by his place at 2pm.

On that Sunday morning, I douched myself before leaving the flat and crossing Victoria Park, towards Scouse Daddy’s flat on the other side of it. Just as I spotted his building, he texted me: “Dorian, are you still in bed?” I responded with a photo of his building. “Call me when you get downstairs,” he messaged.

He buzzed me in and received me at his front door with a kiss. We hadn’t seen each other since Christmas (when I’d spent an evening with him where he got stoned and offputtingly abusive.)”
 
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAaAAaaaA said:
I'm obsessed with this IN DEPTH and HEARTBREAKING review :disco: / :(

https://doriansmith5.wordpress.com/2018/02/25/weekend-at-the-vault-139-part-1/

"I was at the end of my second can of beer and just about to leave when a guy came out of one of the glory hole cabins and stopped right in front of me.
“Hey,” he smiled and leaned in for a kiss. His mouth tasted of cum. I smiled back at him and he pressed his body closer..."
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:D Oh DEAR

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Lucille said:
It’s all so ENTICINGLY GRIM!

“Coincidentaly, I got contacted by this Scouse Daddy I met four months ago at The Vault 139 (on my last visit) who asked if I’d like to spend a few hours with him on Sunday. This Scouse Daddy has a massive cock and I thought to myself that it wouldn’t be such a bad idea to get nicely plowed by him, get all loosed up, before showing up at Backstreet for more action. We agreed for me to drop by his place at 2pm.

On that Sunday morning, I douched myself before leaving the flat and crossing Victoria Park, towards Scouse Daddy’s flat on the other side of it. Just as I spotted his building, he texted me: “Dorian, are you still in bed?” I responded with a photo of his building. “Call me when you get downstairs,” he messaged.

He buzzed me in and received me at his front door with a kiss. We hadn’t seen each other since Christmas (when I’d spent an evening with him where he got stoned and offputtingly abusive.)”
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Victoria Park, eh? :tongueout:

WE’RE NO FOOLS
 
We plough the fields and scatter
The good seed on the land,
But it is fed and watered
By God's almighty hand
 
There was a blogspot that I can't find now but it was a guy from up north who would document his weekend shags in different cities. It was quite a good read especially for the stories from Central Station :side-eye:
 
Lucille said:
It’s all a bit ‘Adrian Mole gets fisted’.
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“How old are you?” my South African guy asked. Forty-two, I said. And you? “35,” he replied. He didn’t look a day younger than 45, which wasn’t a problem for me, but it made me a bit sad he felt the need to lie. He also wouldn’t believe me when I said he was sexy and handsome.

When he turned to the bar to ask for pen and paper, I pressed myself against his back and felt his chest muscles over his t-shirt. I loved the feeling of being with a guy taller and bigger than me. We kissed some more by the bar and swapped candy with our tongues (free candy provided by the bar, for you to get that cock taste out of your mouth.) He then said he needed a slash. He was surprised to find me still standing by the bar when he returned; he pulled out a cigarette and said he now needed a smoke.

Feeling a bit more horny and relaxed, I decided to go for another walk by myself around the area. But it was just more of the same: guys standing around, guys engaging in some jerking off, guys sucking cock – guys that weren’t really doing it for me. Then, who do I spot snogging someone by one of the alcove rooms? My South African guy!

I realised it was a good time to leave, and that the chances of him remembering who I was, or using my mobile number, were practically nil. On the walk home, I contemplated the evening: I felt proud of myself for having the courage to visit the bar, but I concluded it was not the kind of envirnoment for me and I would probably never visit it again.

:(
 
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