Blog - review

There are a lot of jokers out there with Blogs.

Most are earnest, and talk about love life etc. This is an example. When I was younger, it wasn't polite to talk abotu 'cuddling after sex'. It was rare enough to get it, and even better to be able to hang around afterwards.

This poor chick is a Kiwi stuck in Rhode Island. She is young and obvioulsy niave in the ways of the world. And she's from Dunedin, which I have been too. It is pretty far south in NZ, and there is a statue of Robby Burns there. We were there for about an hour and then drove back to Queenstown, but at least I can say I've been there.

Her photo. I bet that was a staged shot. Not like mine. I wish I could mix the intellectual with the intellectually disabled. That's a bit mean, but it's Friday. If she was from Dunedin, she would have some Scotish ancestry.

I have. It is quite embarrising. One of my middle names is Gordon. And I have, brace yourself, some red pubic hair. It's a genetic throw back. Although I must say that it is not fire engine red. Although that would be fun at parties, 'Hey, have a look at my firey cock!' Also, when I don't shave I get red hair growing out of my manly beard. People call it bumfluff, but not me!

My whiskers come out in a nice autumnal hue, not dissimmilar to the light that Clint Eastwood is famous for in Unforgiven and Bridges of Madison County (I've only ever seen Unforgiven). This young lasses hair is not red, nor does it show any signs of redness. I call her a fraud!

Those Scots should get together and dye her hair red. She should embrace her redness. I didn't realise until another look at her blog, that she is a member of PETA, or has a link to it.

Christ. A professional worrier I think. No visible red hair (pubic not sure about), an ex-pat abroad in the US, saying things like this: 'I can't figure it out whether I miss him because its (sic) him or because I miss being held when its (sic again!) cold out'.

Yep, young, earnest and a worrier. Her Scotish roots would allow for animal cruelty. It's cold in the highlands, and some of those sheep look good after some porridge and whiskey.

She has been blogging for a while, and this looks like a journal of her study in the US. Fuck that. I thought about doing my MA in the US. Too expensive, and I am too pompous to be over there. And I would get into them about stuff. I might have been booted out. So I did mine at Monash.

This is a stupid review and I am going to finish it here. Well done for sticking with it for this far. I probably wouldn't have. I'm sure that Caitlin is a nice person and doing good work over there for the NZ cause. I don't approve of some of the things she's written about sex, as her parents might read it. But then again, I've said that I have some red pubic hair.

That's enough of this rubbish. Better stop somewhere.