LET ME BE THE ONE TO SAY THANK YOU

LET ME BE THE ONE TO SAY THANK YOU.

I could say this all took place on Saturday, but I think this started a year ago. To no ones surprise I was having a bad year at work. Since November 2009 the company I worked for changed my contract, and I was getting paid less. But I thought I needed one more year in order to get the experience that I need so I stayed on. What a mistake that was. What I was being paid was barely enough to live by, all my saving has been used up and after a year here I am struggling asking how am I going to live from one month to the next, will I have enough to pay my rent. That and other minor issues have been stressing me all year long. But I stood strong and kept fighting even though some of the fight left me.
Then it was just a few days before the 11th of December came around the corner, my birthday. Something inside me broke I wanted to cut loose like I never did before (not that I think that was possible), but I wanted to so badly.
I told my new friends I wanted to get drunk. I wanted to get silly drunk. I told them that I had never blacked out or not remember what I did because I was drunk yet still I was sure I have drank my fill and could probably drink any one of them under the table. That is where the fun began.
Saturday night I met up with everyone at Soho square central London, from there we left and went to vodka revolution bar where I had a guest list, which by the way was as useful as a bag of snow in an ice cave.
Evan took it upon him to mark my skin for every drink and shot that I had, I had 13 in 30minutes, let’s not forget that earlier that day I had a joint as well. Sufis to say that I was already drunk so drunk that I left a message to my sober self. To hear that message you can visit my videos on facebook. In the video I called myself a coward shouted at myself. Man trust me when I say this, drunken Luke, scares the hell out of sober Luke. But that was just one thing I had forgotten that night, thank god for video proof.
As the night went on, and let me tell you, you will see this in the pics. I got knighted by one of the wise men, kissed a guy, kissed a random girl, stole someone ginger bread heart, made a speech in the middle of the streets, grind with some girl, dance with a girls boyfriend because he was jealous (I love the gay card reassures any guy who gets jealous because I am hitting on their girl) finally slept at a friends place, woke up drunk, will myself not to be sick while struggling to get home Sunday afternoon. It didn’t end there. Got home suffered through a hangover, saw all the photos of the night before, then got laid and went to bed. And believe it or not took part in a cocktail master class where I had to try and drink cocktail all day long on Monday. All I can say right now is, WHAT A WEEKEND!!!
So in conclusion I just wanted to say something that I have told some of you before. I consider myself blessed because I seem to have the ability to make friends where ever I go and I hold my friends dearly. But I am even more blessed because you guys are my friends and without you I could not be myself. So to everyone who came out with me on my birthday, from the bottom of my heart thank you, may your life always be filled with friendship, may your goals if honourable always be achieved and may love carry you always to your destination.
To all those who have wished me happy birthday I want you to know that even if you’re far away I love you all, every single one of you and that I treasure my friendship with all of you and that you have all my blessings. So thank you all, every single one of you is special to me so thank you.
Luke jno Charles

GOODBYE SCOTLAND, BE BACK SOON. XXX

UK ROAD TRIP

LEAVING SCOTLAND

I thought that I had written my last entry here in Scotland, I was wrong. I have one more entry and that is to say goodbye to a most wonderful place, a place I can hardly find the words to describe.



I was talking to a friend about my adventures here and I told him that I have been cooking for the hippies. What he told me was that i became their leader, that if I control their bellies, then I control them. Well I don`t know about controlling them, but I did get a lot of praise about my cooking.



The last night there before I left, I came back to the camp cooked a huge pot of bolognaise and pasta. I shared it all around to everyone sitting at the fire. After that I went to bed as I had to get up early in order to make sure that I get my train. There were a few special people I wanted to say goodbye too, like Joe, French guy from Normandy and a formidable guitar player, Nathan, an American student who came to England for god knows what ending up spending two months at the hippie camp, he will be going back to school at the end of august.



As my train rides along its way from Edinburgh on the coast line, I got caught staring into the ocean just outside my window. Seeing how beautiful the sea was with the sun shining, even trapped in my train compartment I felt free, my spirit was free. I could not help but think of all the people I have met on my travels, they were all amazing people, even more amazing was the woman I met last night at the camp fire.



She was a witch, who practice black magic granted but a witch none the less. I had met witches before and normally I don`t really interact unless there is a good reason to. But this was different.

We sat and we talked about almost everything, including how occult text can twist a readers mind if he or she is not mentally or physically prepared for the knowledge within. I am not one who is attracted to black magic, it’s not a magic that works for me, but it was great talking to her.



After having a joint and some cider, official drink of Bilston glen hippie camp, lol. I went to bed and finally got some sleep, although just before I had a few thoughts and ideas that came to mind, namely, the role of women in today’s society and how they can concretely change the world we live in. I am going to organise a seminar where that is going to be the subject. I am also going to call some friends from the past, great women as speakers. Can`t wait.



I left in the morning saying goodbye to everyone, reluctantly wanting to leave, but knowing I have to go. I had already spent way more money than intended seeing that I stayed for five days instead of just two. I still wanted to do as many cities as I could before going back to London. But seeing how my budget is running down I may have to go home sooner. There is another reason for me going home but that’s another story for another time.



I could go on and keep writing about this but in the end that would only bore you. So I will only say this goodbye Scotland, goodbye land of the fierce and the bold, the proud and hopeful. A place where magic is still alive, where people smile with you instead of being afraid of you. Oh how I will miss you Scotland. I feel like a scot at heart and I will miss your hills where I ran free if only for a day.

Hear me well Scotland, I’ll be back!

This is LUKE JNO CHARLES

On a train to Manchester.

HI HO SILVER, AWAY.

UK ROAD TRIP EDINBURG

UK Road Trip
Edinburgh
Bilston glen

It has been three days since I have been living with the hippies, and I have to be honest. I truly love it. Life could not be more relaxing. Yes it gets a little cold at night, but that’s normal, I am sleeping in the forest in a tree house, of course it’s going to be cold, but then I sleep with all my clothes on so there solution found.

You know some of the guys live in tree houses higher than mines, for some the houses the guys have to climb up to 8 metres into the tree to get to bed, some even higher. A few of the trees can only be climbed by using safety material, you know for rock climbing, harnesses and all that. The only true thing that I have gotten out of seeing those tree houses is that I am still afraid of heights, and that I still think I am one of the lost boys of Peter pan, or Peter pan himself.

But I have to say the best part of being in the group is at night. We all sit around a camp fire, someone plays music, people tell jokes, share their experience, there is no other way to put it, they’re alive. They live with no malice intentions in their heart, its crazy I have only dreamt of people like that, I never thought they truly existed. In a world so cruel I understand that they are outcast, because they are way to different to fit into the conformed world that exist today.

Since I have arrive I have taken it upon myself to cook for them, and oh god do I love the praise I am given. They think that my cooking is brilliant. I have made them, chicken soup, risotto, bolognaise and others. I really love when they come for seconds I can just sit there and just soak it all in all the thanks. It feels so good to be appreciated.
We normally spend the night drinking cider, smoking weed and talking and all that is great fun. But there are serious times to. Don`t forget these guys actually have a mission. On Friday it appeared in the news paper that the headquarters of the bank of Scotland was taken over by protesters against the climate change. Climate camp they called it. Believe it or not we received text messages calling us to rally and that we should support if we can. I was a part of history, granted a very small part but a part none the less. I knew what was going to happen before the news paper did. For once I wasn`t on the train to work reading about it, I was part of it.

But I’ll tell you where my dream came true. You see ever since I was a child I grew up watching the movie Hair, singing the songs and recently the show was playing on stage in London. So my friends and I went to see it of course. It was so much fun, and we got to go on stage in the end, how cool is that right?

Well last night while we were all around the fire, smoking weed drinking, I started singing, the Age of Aquarius, and everyone took it up in chorus, which for me was breathtaking, I felt like I was dreaming, like I was right there in hair. If you have no idea what I am talking about check out this link from YouTube:

http://ping.fm/jz5se

Personally my time spent here was really great, and even though I spend a bit more money than I expected it was all worth it.

The city of Edinburg, is so breathtaking, I mean come on. The castles walls at the edge of the hillside, the grandeur of the monuments, the buildings, I can barely find words to describe.
I was walking down the street and the only thing that came to mind as I saw the structure of the city was this:

(You have to imagine this in a Scottish accent
Here we stand proudly, the walls of Edinburgh
Come ye who dare to defy us. We brave the wind our hearts full of courage
You shall not pass. You will never breach the sanctuary of this city
Our feet firmly planted to the grounds, our hearts reaching for the sky by the grace of god
We are Scotsmen and we are proud.)

The little time that I have spent in Glasgow and in Edinburgh, I can`t help but think of my friend mark elder, the only thing is to me he is nothing of a Scott. There is this simplicity and pride I see and feel in the people of Scotland. They walk tall. They are strong in spirit. I`m sorry I don`t see those qualities in mark and he is the only person in London I have as a reference to the Scots. That does not mean i don`t love him. Mark i love you. But man those Scots, wow.

There is so much to talk about but I can only put in so much in a blog. My time here is at an end. Tomorrow I take the train to Manchester, where there is a new city to discover.

This is Luke Jno Charles

Saying remember,
‘War is the white man, sending the black man, to kill the yellow man, to defend land they stole from the red man.’
See you in Manchester.

HIPPIES & HEROES EdINBURGH

Hippies are heroes
UK ROAD TRIP
EDINGBURGH
So I left Glasgow and arrived in Edinburgh, it took like one hour or so by bus cost me 6.50, quite cheap. When I arrive the streets were filled with people the place is crawling, everyone wants to be a part of the fringe festival. Which by the way I didn`t know existed until I tried getting a couch to sleep, with no luck at that. The town was over booked hostel prices were jacked up and all couch surfers had guest already.
This brings me to where I am sleeping while in Edinburgh. I am sleeping in a tree house in the forest with a bunch of hippies. Crazy right? I say so cool.
Ok , ok, let me not get ahead of myself. Wednesday afternoon I am on the bus to Edinburgh, no idea where I am going to sleep so, obviously slight panic comes over me, but I don`t make a big deal out of it. I remember reading on couch surfing about this place you can just show up and its cool, so I thought why the hell not but to be on the safe side, I decided to send them a message, which I did.
Two minutes later a reply came back no problems just come. So I said that’s cool should I ask for someone?
-well my name is Dave and anybody will show you around, just bring beer, that was my response.
Now to get to the place is simple but if you are not told how you will never find it. These are the directions I got.
more info... http://ping.fm/wvvqg

DIRECTIONS:
by bus (it costs £1.20 and takes half an hour from the
city centre) - take the 37, 47 or X47 from Edinburgh
(Bridges/Clerk street/Nicholson street or Princes
Street towards Penicuik, get off at the 1st bus stop
in Bilston opposite a VW garage, there's a metal gate
right next to the bus stop... go through the gate &
down the path till you come to the bridge & you'll see
us there.

Bilston Site Phone: 07753280009

So the bus driver was kind enough to remember me after what was like 45 minutes to call on me when we got to the stop. I got off the bus and followed the directions. The path kept taking me further and further into the forest, I thought that I was going the wrong way till I ended up under a bridge and followed some make shift stairs down towards a stream. Crossed a wooden clearly make shift bridge and entered an area with several structures made out of clutter that was found. There was Dave and before he said anything I lift my Sainsbury bag fill with beers in the air saying, I come bearing gifts.
That surly put a smile on the three guys faces. I sat down with them around a fire and put my bags down on the ground. To be honest it was a cultural shock. As much as I know that somewhere deep inside of me is a hippie screaming to come out, in my mind the first thoughts that I have was whether or not I could ever live like this, that the place was dirty, the chairs were dirty, everything was dirty.
The truth of the matter is this, nothing was really dirty it was the forest it wasn`t the city and I was not in London anymore. Some other people came and introduce themselves, there was José from the canaries but apparently if I take his word for it has been living in Ireland for ages. Dave who seems to be the constant member on site showed me around and told me why they were occupying the spot.
He told me that the government wants to build a road through this forest and they thought that there is no extra need for roads and that the money that is going to the road can be used for something else, like furthering the agenda of finding a way to reduce our carbon foot print.
It was a pretty large structure, with several tree houses, very high up in the trees in order to see if the police are every coming to get them evicted, they also had lots of camping ground. Areas were cleared to make a small garden, toilets. I was even told that there are tunnels just in case the cops arrive. They can hid in the tunnels if need be with food and water. It cost the police 100,000 pounds a day to evict groups like these because of the location. And that the longer they stay the more it will cost the police. So it comes down to the question as to whether or not it is worth the money and the trouble just to have one more road built. He told me of his friend on another site that stayed in a tunnel for 45 days, which adds up to 4500,000 pounds money I am sure that can be used for so much more in a community.
I understand why they are doing what they do, and even though there are people who think that they are a nuisance, they are actually doing this for everyone not just for themselves. In my opinion it’s a noble thing to fight for something you believe in, something that the community is in great need of, defenders. Because I see no one else is doing it. Everyone else is just rolling over and accepting.
So yes when you see a hippie on the street and he smells, he does not look like he fits in, ask yourself why, what has he been through and why does he do it.
I said it was noble to fight but it’s a greater nobility to fight for people who thinks you`re less, who thinks you`re the scum of society. These guys are heroes, and I am not only saying that. If you read any classic literature and look up the things that define a hero you will see those same qualities in these guys.
This Luke Jno CHARLES
From Edinburgh Hippie camp Bilston glen

Cocktails & Sleep(the Kindness of Strangers)

UK Road Trip
Glasgow
The Kindness of Strangers
Well here I am folks no need to remind you that I am on a road trip. So today is 18/08/2010 and I have made it through one night safe and sound, thanks to a very friendly couple. But before I get to that lets start from where I last left off, shall we?
When I last left I was in search of a cocktail bar. Anybody who pretends to know me knows about my love for cocktail. In fact if you pretend to know me you should know what I consider the three most important things in life, which are:
A love for food, alcohol and sex.
and while I’m at it I should probably include this about alcohol, I don’t want to be accused of encouraging binge drinking, I have already been accused of that enough in my job. The thing is this when you drink alcohol, no matter how slow or fast your consumption is you are going to get drunk, the whole point of the invention of alcohol was to drink get drunk and be merry. Most people believe that it’s the invention of bread that made nomads settle down into towns and cities because they had to grow the wheat to make the flour etc....
Bullshit what forced people to settle was the invention of alcohol, the fermentation of beet that’s what forced them to settle. But in discovering the fermentation of beer they discovered how to make better bread. Suffices to say alcohol is not a bad thing you just have to enjoy it without abusing of it. Know your limits and don’t push yourself over that limit, you have nothing to prove. That said seeing that you going to get drunk anyway you might as well enjoy the ride, right? So for my love of alcohol it’s mostly cocktails for me.
So I went i9n search of a cocktail bar here in Glasgow, and I heard that Moda is one of the best. If you ever come to Glasgow here is the address:
Moda
58 Virginia Street
Merchant city
Glasgow city centre
G1 1TX
Anyway I went searching for Moda, but when I got there it was closed, it seems that they only open much later in the evening because they are a club as well as a bar. But never fear right next to Moda was a bar that was open called Delmonico, Dels for the regulars.
So Delmonico is a chick young and hip bar catering for a young crowd in their 20s, up to the 30s. The crowd is pretty divers as well, straights, gays, lesbians, and let’s not forget the metros, my favourites loll heheheh. Lots of sofa seats small upper deck with tables and chairs, this place could easily fit 150 people when it gets busy. There is a very nice DJ booth at the back of the bar that kind of makes the DJ the star of the place, I thought that was cool. There were a few TV screens on the wall as well as a massive projector showing pictures of the patrons.
First surprise about the place, how cheap the drinks are; the most expensive cocktail is 3.95 and the most expensive shot is 2.50. Cheapest cocktail 1.95 but that’s for a non-alcoholic drink.
I was surprise to see the French kiss on the menu, and god knows how much protection I gave my recipe, I knew I should have copy write it. Of cause there version of the French kiss has all the wrong ingredients, lol. I guess that’s what happens when you don`t get the original recipe.
I tried 2 cocktails and 1 shot, the forbidden fruit, really come on, with a name like that you know that I am going to try it for god sake. Then I tried the pink passion and finish with a shot called Alice in wonderland. Which by the way I am going to steal. If they can take one of my shots I sure as hell can take one of theirs. Because of the music playing the place reminded me of the G.A.Y bar on old Compton street Soho London, except it was not as lively, but that’s only because I got there really early, I suspect that Delmonico get pretty hot in the night and could rival almost any London bar. In my expert opinions the staff needs a little training in cocktail making but they are friendly and if you have some company with you, then you have all the setting for a good time.
By 7:30pm I left Delmonico’s with a little buzz. Headed off to queen station where I bought a ticket to Stirling, a Scottish town that’s like 30 to 50minuts from Glasgow by train. A gay couple had decided to put me up for the night. They are both from Spain and have been working and living there for ages. Now we all know my love for the Spanish, but I wasn`t about to try anything after all this was a couple and they were kind enough to put me up for a night. Between nodding off and forcing to keep my eyes open because of the alcohol that I had consumed, my trip to Stirling left me dreaming for more adventures. I mean all I could see from the train’s windows was open plains of green fields, farm houses that are miles away from each other. I could have died. My soul ached, I felt the calling for packing my bags and telling the world go fuck itself while I wonder the earth in search for that holy grail of illusion one only finds at the end of a quest realising it was in him all along. I wanted it bad, I felt my body rejuvenating, and I was coming back to life. Come what may adventure straight ahead.
Anyway I got to Stirling and found the guys with some help from the kinds hanging about. A young boy about 10 asked if I was a girl or a boy, I thought it was funny, I told him I like to think that I am a bit of both. And he and the other kids laughed. At the guys place we had long conversation I stayed up talking to them until I finally decided to have a shower. When I came out of the shower I was just in my towel and let’s just say me who was thinking of being on my best behaviour, well they had something else in mind. I`ll just say this, VIVA ESPAGNA. Lol
After all the excitement they left me their bed and they both slept in an air mattress in the front room, I was surprise that they had given up their bed to me, they were so kind, I could have never gotten a bitter sleep. The next day when I work up took the train back to Glasgow. In all I must have spent no more than 60 pounds so far for my stay here in this city and that was for food taxi, train, and cocktails. Next stop Edinburgh. I had planned on going latter in the evening but there is the fringe festival going on right now and that is why I have not found a couch, everyone is booked the hostels are booked or the prices are jacked up. I heard there is a hippie camp not far from the city centre that welcomes people so I think I’ll try to stay there for the next two days before I leave.
So as I leave for Edinburgh I can here old Wendy from the movie hook saying, `so your adventures in wonder land is over boy?` and as peter pan replied to her, `to live...to live is a much greater adventure.`
So saying good bye to Glasgow
This is Luke Jno Charles
See you in Edinburgh.

Still in Glasgow: doctor who and cathedrals

UK tour
Glasgow
Ok well it is now 15:37 I am back at what I have decided to be my head quarters here, star bucks. The only real reason is that I can get internet and have my laptop plugged in and can stay as long as I like.
Anyway the day has been fruitful, I did not find that spare that I was looking for so have not had a shower as yet, but it’s cool I’m not dirty I took a shower just before I took the bus last night so I can hold on a little more.
So let’s see, so far I have walked around the centre of Glasgow, seen some wicked street art, visit a cathedral and a graveyard met a hot Scotsman and saw something that is representative of my favourite British TV show. Holly shit.
So after my last update I left star bucks and walked down south of west Nile street where I then proceed to take a right on argyle street(weird name, right?), took a left on, wait for it, Jamaica street man, touch me...... now who would have thought I would find a street named after a Caribbean island like Jamaica in Glasgow, I wouldn’t have guessed but I quickly learnt by walking around that Glasgow was once a very rich Scottish town and that mainly because of its business in the colonies, weather the west indies or India itself. Mostly all the statues raised are about merchants.
Anyway past history have very little interest to me, I was too busy admiring the street art of a lady at sea surrounded by sea monsters and dragon yet still does not in any way show fear. After that done I went to Merchant Square with its clock tower, really nice, the architecture of this area is clearly out of time or should I say timeless.
Next stop Glasgow cathedral, but before I could reach the cathedral, going up the high street I came across something that made me smile, in some way it made my day. The people who are fan of this should be able to guess by this quote:
‘Amy: There's someone missing. Someone important, someone so, so important. Sorry everyone, but when I was a kid, I had an imaginary friend, the Raggedy Doctor, my Raggedy Doctor. But he wasn't imaginary, he was real. [Shouting] I remember you! I remember! I brought the others back; I can bring you home too! Raggedy man, I remember you and you are late for my wedding!
[As Amy remembers, the Doctor and the TARDIS starts to materialize in the room]
Amy: I found you; I found you in words just like you knew I would; that's why you told me the story, the brand new, ancient blue box. Oh clever, oh very clever.
Rory: Amy, what is it?
Amy: Something old. Something new. Something borrowed. Something blue.
[To triumphant music, the TARDIS returns to the Universe. Amy runs to it and knocks on the door]’

This is taken from the page wiki quote, it’s text from the series Doctor Who.

Yes folks on my way up the high street towards the Glasgow cathedral I come smack across a blue police box, and everybody knows that’s what the tardis is. That big blue police box. I suggest if anyone wants to see the clip that I am talking about they should have a look at this link: http://ping.fm/9w8qi
Could you imagine my reaction when I saw it?
Anyway enough about the Tardis, I left it behind and went to the cathedral of Glasgow. Which I find kind of weird. You see for me, even though I don’t go to church a cathedral is still a place of worship, its where you leave all your sins behind and see yourself in the presence of god, right?
Well when I entered the cathedral all the seals and shrines were for soldiers who lost their lives in battle, the cathedral itself if the only one that survived the protestant reform. Civilians and merchants fought to the death to protect it.
Of course there is also the statue of saint mungo, who is suppose to be a doctor and started the university. But besides that I think this church history is to bloody it’s like it is used to celebrate death instead of life. And in my opinion the house of god that holds is spirits should be a place of joy, am I wrong. When I think about it, it kind of reflects today’s world and how things have not evolve that much. Anyway moving on.
Next thing I did was meet this Scottish man, huba huba. The accent alone sent me crazy, won`t go into details on this one. This has to remain PG. When I am done writing this I will be off on my next adventure in Glasgow which would involve alcohol and drinking.
All in all people
This is Luke Jno Charles
Signing off for now
UK tour fist leg: Glasgow

UK Road Trip

UK road trip

First stop Glasgow.
So that’s it, I’m off didn`t plan anything don`t know where I am going to sleep, have no idea what I’m going to see. I`m off anyway. I took the bus at 23:45 from the Victoria coach station London, only cost me 25 pounds, and next stop Glasgow. Oh I have always dreamt of coming here to Scotland. I mean what’s not to love? The strange accent the kilts, god I want a kilt. And the people are kind of friendly.
I have to say though the bus ride was long, thank god I met Helen. She is a Scottish girl came down to London to see her sister who lives there now. There was no way to get any sleep on the coach the sits were so uncomfortable. Half way through our trip the bus stop to gave us a chance to stretch our legs, there she was. It wasn`t so much her that got my attention, she was standing there in the cold her plump body with a head of dyed red hair. It was what she was smoking. In her hand was a huge joint of marijuana.
Normally I would not ask someone I don`t know to smoke on their joint, but what the fuck I needed something to put me out so I could sleep. So I go up to her and ask, and by god she was more than willing to share. That’s the thing I’ve always said about weed, if you`re not abusing of it. Then smoking can be a very social thing and brings world together that you would think can never coexist together.
Anyway that got me well high and I only had like three puffs on it. I mean come on I don`t smoke that much. Went back to the bus, funny thing though for at list what seem to me like forty minutes to an hour, I was too high to sleep. Then it kicked, the smoothness, the calm and the euphoria, so good. There was a moment where there was complete calm on the bus; no one was talking, moving, zit. It was like as if everyone was in this meditative trance. I had to strain my ear to hear the wheels of the bus moving on the streets below us. And the rest was history.
The next time I opened my eye I was in Glasgow. Went to the star buck got a mocha, sent a few messages to see if anyone from couch surfing want to hang out. Looked up a few address on the internet. Namely a spa. It only cost like ten pounds, but I get a hot shower Jacuzzi and I can rest for a while before heating the streets again. And let’s face it that’s all I need right now, so I am not worrying much about a hotel room or where I am going to sleep. I`m sure I can deal with that when the moment arrives.
This is Luke jno Charles
First leg of the UK tour. See you guys soon.

Alive

Here i sit, putting pen to paper, smile on my face.
The sun shines just a little brighter,
The future holds more hope, and i have grown stronger
As a result of the weakness of one boy.

When he gave in to me
The pillars of my body quaked
My blood pumping just a little bit faster through my veins
The essence of life pushing itself within me.

My soul roared, a lion as the ground under my feet shook with excitement
And that was but the first kiss
Growth, impulse, vitality, oomph
I`m alive

This is dedicated to a wonderful American boy. When life kicks you to the ground and betrayal puts a knife in your back. You sometimes can’t climb back up on your own it takes someone to give you a hand, at times you just need someone to hold you. He was my hand he held me and with every touch he breathed life into me again. Thank you K for being there. I love you.

THE RAIN IN SPAIN

Barcelona I have arrived:

The events in this story is all real, they are places I have been things that were said and actions that were done. In other to keep the players of this story private, I have changed their name so that they are not recordnised.

In the movie my fear lady, Liza sings that the rain in Spain stays mainly in the plain. Some people hate rain, some people love it. Some bag for the rain to come and well here in England others just about had had enough of the rain.
Me I say let it fall, I nor hate nor like it. The rain is the rain, it is a part of nature, and every part of nature plays its part. To me the rain is just the perfect conclusion to a great time like I use to have in my younger more wilder days.
It was December, and though my original plans were to find some way to San Francisco, Spain was so much closer not to mention cheaper. So on the 11th of December 2009 I was leaving the cold of Berlin (that’s another story) for Barcelona. Boy i had no idea of what I was getting myself into.
When I got to the airport at Barcelona the place was empty, no one was around so I quickly got the only bag that I had and got the bus to central Barcelona. The weather was warm; I could not believe that it was December and that a few hours ago I was in the cold of Berlin.
The bus drove through place espanya and I knew that I was no longer in any other place that I was before. It felt like arriving in the middle of a scene from an old gladiator movie. On my right was the old coliseum where they use to hold bull fights, on my left was a palace transformed into a museum that two giant pillars served as gates to. It was majestic like stepping into ancient Rome of the past, my breath was cut short. I could not believe my eyes.
The next stop after place Espanya was place Catalonia where my bus stopped. I made my way to my guest room which was suppose to be somewhere of Las Ramblas. Let me just say this, you can never imagine Las Rambles unless if you saw it for yourself. The whole street is nothing but a market filled with colours where anything and everything can be bought. I saw people selling toys, others selling flowers, human statues all along the way standing still in anticipation that a coin from you would bring them to life for a few seconds. There were human statues of Cleopatra, the devil, silver bicycle men, dwarfs and so much more, and my favourite of all the headless men that scared kids and made parents giggle.
On your left after a few streets of Las Ramblas is the Boqueria, which is the most beautiful market I have ever seen, and trust me when I say this I have seen quite a few. My room is just two minutes away from the market so I spent quite some time there. I fruits the food, oh my god being in London I had forgotten what food like that was. Being in Barcelona I rediscovered the pleasure of eating, the sensuality of taste and the beauty of life.

It comes from the person you least expect

You would think that i don’t slump that i am always happy, my cheeks are always red and rosy. Well think again. Being kept in the icy cold can get to you’ it creeps up like creepy crawlers starting at the nip of your toes and no open fire or warm sentiment can change the feeling it leaves with you.
I am suppose to the last symbol of hope when everything is black and bleak, when you would kill for some warmth or rape your own mother to climb back into the womb that begot you. They live they love they fornicate and when there is no more pleasure to be sucked out of the morrow they cry and they cry calling on me putting up my colours, chanting my name singing my praises. Expecting me to come swooping from the sky giving them gifts of more pleasure.
What of my pleasure? Where is my peace, why is my merry merry days? No all i have is days of cold hidden at the depths of their minds clawing at a chance of freedom, hopping that one day i might be free.
Three hundred and sixty-four days i what so that they may set me free. And what of my freedom?
It is nothing but to work to bring them more joy. Well this year i say no more. Gone the red and rosy cheeks, gone the gifts and the good will to man, dead is the spirit i so boldly represent. This year they live without me, let them celebrate the sadness they have created, they have been babied enough.
Tonight they i ride no more, the sky’s will not hear my ho ho ho, and if i was to fly i will leave behind me a black trail of smoke and despair, the red i wear will be the blood of their veins. Let them climb out of the pit of their own making let them suffer the cold of the days.
And what if they still believe in me, i believe in them no more. Gone the days when i say merry Christmas to one and all and peace on earth. This year i say feel the cold of heartless souls.
To you all merry fucking Christmas.
Yours no more
Santa Clause

The art of Teaching is learning to live

I have been away for awhile and that time was needed, in fact I still think I need time. But I am getting there. I question my way of living and my way of seeing life almost all the time. I give advice to people but for some reason I sometimes forget to listen to myself, why is that?
Recently I was down and out really down and out, I wasn`t depressed but let’s say I wasn’t myself and its going to take time before I become myself again and there is nothing wrong with that. What I find bad about that is that I was not able to function normally. For god sake let me give you an example, I went out with a friend his name is Jason, tall handsome American guy, kind of shy. We went out had a few drinks then went dancing, all was well. Then this guy steps in starts flirting with Jason, now normally I wouldn`t give a shit I would welcome a challenge and show this other guy that Jason was in my company. I couldn’t do it, instead I walk away. Could you believe it I walked away? That was so rude I told Jason that I could not deal with shit like that, now he is angry at me and I don`t blame him.
Truth is I got jealous, possessive and that is not me that is not the way I see life, so I question myself and I ask myself how did I end up here. And today I think I begin to understand. It is something that I knew already; in fact it’s something that I teach people.
Some things a true, some are false and some are just don`t matter, all depends on the person and there perspective or point of vu.
My problem and what I believe is that I lost sight of my truth I faltered. I spend my day teaching people how to let go and enjoy life, that you should take the lemons she throws at you and make lemonade, that you should not be afraid of anything, because if there is one thing that I know is that fear is death. Yes it has its use just like everything in the universe, because nature never gives us things that we can`t use, it’s how we use it that makes the difference.
I can’t believe I was afraid, that I am still afraid of a few things, but let me say this. Look out world because I am coming back, fear is leaving me and I still do what I do be3st I teach, share and love and in doing so I learn to live I have said it time and time again I am more than a human being I am a human becoming.
Come join me, and be more than a human, be super human, be all you can be, fear nothing love everything
This is dedicated to a special friend J you know who you are

LeZ 'B' GirlZ

Take my hand, and lead me on...oh the joy of pussy.

We got to where Marty lives. By the time we got there it was snowing ferociously, and I was starting to freeze to the bones. He opened the door and let us in. His flat-mate, Patrick was lying on the couch watching the Green Mile. Patrick looked up at me and said,
“I know you.”
And that is where I pointed back to him and replied,
“I know you too,” adding to that, “you never saw me here, I was never here.” You are curious as to why I said that right? Well you see Patrick goes to the college I work at, and I am not supposed to be fraternizing with the students. Well truth be told it’s not that I am not suppose to be fraternizing with them, it’s more that I am not suppose to be sleeping with them I could lose my job. Which by the way I think is totally silly. So yes I have seen Patrick around campus and he is totally hot, now that I am actually talking to him, my mind is already working on ways I can get him in bed with me, or at least have some sexual flirtation with him.

Now that we were all introduced to Patrick, we each took a seat. Arenna sitting next to me, Lizzie sitting next to Patrick, and Marty sitting alone in a single chair. So just to give you a visual picture, we were seated in a circle, Marty, Arenna, me, Patrick and Lizzie. An instigated concoction.
At this point Patrick started rolling a joint, which reminded me of my trip to Amsterdam, that I started telling. How much fun I had in Amsterdam with my friend Colin, and how the weed in Amsterdam is so strong. You see my friend Colin and I had taken the ferry and the train to Amsterdam from London, it was so cheap, but it took us a while to get there. When we did get there the first thing we did was go to a coffee shop to get some weed. Sitting at the counter of the shop I proceeded to tell the young lady that I wanted the weakest weed she had, but what she gave me blew my mind away I found myself sitting in an alleyway for half an hour wondering how am I going to get up.
Of course Patrick reassured me that this one is good and won’t kill me. I took the joint from him, put it to my mouth and had a long drag filling my lungs with it before slowly releasing the smoke from my mouth, and then I passed it to the right, to Arenna. After, Arenna passed the joint to Marty then she began telling her stories, mainly of girl on girl actions. She would not stop; it was like she was obsessed with it all. Lizzie of course was more than happy to hear all of it, Marty maybe not so much, as for Patrick he didn’t care he was just enjoying himself. Things kind of went on a normally, until Arenna wanted to show us how long her tongue is. And boy is it long. She can touch the tip of her nose with her own tongue, folds it in two and wiggle it in every direction. That is everyone’s oral wet dream. There was an explosion of erotic images going through my mind of the things that could be done to me with a tongue like that. I was grabbing on to the chair. I looked at Lizzie, and she went from being bouche bee, to having a wicked smile on her face.
The fun did not stop there because Arenna stated that she does not like the idea of going down on a girl she had never done it before and of course I in my drunken state proceeded, to explain how much she was missing out and how good pussy was. I believe that this is how the scene played out.
I took Arenna’s hand into mine and said, ‘my dear sweet child, do you know the joy, the indescribable good taste, the perfume. Take anything in this world, anything that gives you pleasure and multiply that by ten. There is nothing and I say nothing compared to the pussy. Nothing sweeter than the pussy, it makes my mouth water just thinking about it. So if I have one thing to say to you is you better get yourself some pussy.’
Obviously, Lizzie is shaking her head, but not out of disbelief, she is shaking it because that would be just the crazy type of shit that I would do. In other words that is so me.
Now if you think that was not crazy enough, we ended up talking tattoos, where Arenna showed her tattoo on her right rib cage. She just whipped it out just like that. I couldn’t say anything. In any case at that point we were pretty much all drunk and high, Marty had us doing vodka shots. She also showed us the tattoo on right hip. One of them was in Spanish, I can’t remember which one but Lizzie and I could not stop when we saw it, we laughed our asses off. Now the Spanish thing is a joke that I will tell you about in a later episode. But man, life is just full of surprises, and irony. Like I said by this time we were pretty drunk and stoned. Arenna heard the word Baileys and headed to the kitchen. Marty followed her and before you know it the lights were off and one can only assume what was happening in there. Patrick kept trying to get me to go in the kitchen to disturb them, but I didn’t want to get in the middle of that. I just shouted from the sofa; that I was now stretched out on. Marty and Arenna came out after a few minutes with more vodka shots. Lizzie was pissed as in angry even though she did a great job hiding it.
After a few minutes while Patrick and I were trying to get a good song on and Lizzie was criticizing the fact that I destroy the lyrics to every song I know, which is quite true. Marty went to the bathroom, and Arenna went back to the kitchen to get more to drink. Lizzie used the opportunity to get Arenna alone. Now I don’t know exactly what happened in there, but I was told after the fact that it involved a lot of kissing and tongue fighting and groping. In other words the girls were getting it on.
When Lizzie and Arenna came out of the kitchen Patrick had a smile on his face he knew what was going on, and he could easily guess that Marty wanted Arenna. The whole thing made him laugh. At that moment Marty comes out of the bathroom. I stood up saying I think it’s time to leave, so we got our stuff together called a taxi and went outside to wait for it. When we got to the gate, Marty realized he forgot the keys so he went back in. The girls wasted no time and started kissing each other again. I thought I should just give them some time alone. But then Marty came back out, the gates were open. We waited for the taxi under the snow. By this time Arenna was drunk out of her head.
We got out of the taxi at Baker Street. The girls were holding hands, flirting. Then Lizzie kissed her, it was heated...then Lizzie blurts out, in a whisper and a heavy breath, "Fuck..." and Arenna exhaled and continued to kiss Lizzie. We arrived at Baker Street, got out of the taxi and said goodnight to Arenna who took the taxi home. And we proceeded to make our own way home by using the N18 bus.

This ends the night Arenna and Lizzie met for the first time. But the story does not end here.

End of chapter 1 of LeZ ‘B’ GirLs
TO BE CONTINUED

Lez 'B' Girls-Volunteering is talking non-stop.

When I left you we were on our way to meet arena, walking up Baker Street, following this girl Lizzie saw in the underground that she thinks is sexy. Personally I didn`t find her sexy at all, but you know what they say about beauty right?
We got to this pub called the volunteer just past the Sherlock holms museum on Baker Street. The volunteer is like an old English pub where lots of rich students from the university nearby hangs out, hence why Arenna was there in the first place.
Lizzie just kept walking when I told her that she just like totally missed the entrance to the pub. I think that she was so excited to meet Arenna that she had no idea what was going on. Oh did I tell you that they were texting each other all week long? Also Lizzie was dying to find out if she was gay or not? So of course my job was to use my gaydar to tell her if she has the green light or not.
We step into the bar, out of the cold of the winter’s night, scanned the place and laid eyes on a guy and a young lady at the right end of the bar.
I have to say, wow. Let me say that again WOW. You didn’t get it the first time? Try this WOW WOW WOW, AROUGAAAAAA. Just imagine the wolf in a Tex Avery cartoon when he sees a hot chick. You know the one where his eyes bulges out of his head and his tongue runs a mile out of his mouth, ya that image right there is the reaction when you see Arenna for the first time.
So we went up to them said hello, well actually Lizzie introduce me to Arenna and Arenna introduce me to the guy who`s name was Marty. Arenna is about 5’5 with wavy long brown hair, sweet face and a beautiful smile. She was wearing this one peace purple dress with an elastic belt that enhances her hips and curves which are perfectly proportioned. All this finished with the, and I hold my breath here, ‘fuck me boots’. I’ll explain what are ‘fuck me boots’ later.
Anyway all introductions done, we ordered drinks and it began. Arenna would not stop talking, I suspected that it’s because she was nervous. But she talked about everything, her currant roommates, and her new job waiting tables, the different slangs used in America and not used in London, and so on, and so on.
Ok seriously let’s skip the chit chat bull shit and on to the good stuff, like the fact that I had told Lizzie that she was 60% gay and so on. But where things really started heating up was when the bar was closing. Arenna wanted to go home, I wanted Lizzie to get it on with Arenna, and Marty, poor Marty wanted Arenna so badly, at one point I think he was pissed that we joined them.
Eventually Marty convinces Arenna to come over to his place and she could get a taxi home later. We were invited along with the promise to smoke white widow weed which I think is one of the best there is.
Along the way Arenna as usual never stopped talking, by then it was about how clumsy she was, at which point I compared her to Bella from the twilight series, and she hated me for it. As we walk along under the snow heading to Marty’s place with Arenna light and funny conversation topics, out of the blue, from nowhere she asks Lizzie, ‘are you gay?’
Completely taken aback, Lizzie actually took a pause before saying, yes. I was flabbergasted asking, ‘where the hell did that come from, totally laughing my ass off. Arenna adds to that and I quote, ‘cool, I swing both ways.’
At that point I looked at Lizzie hinting that I think she answered our question, and Marty, poor poor Marty, totally embarrassed squeaks out, ‘well I am straight!’

TO BE CONTINUED

The LeZ 'B' Girl

I think I did it again:

This is the story of a friend of mines, a semi fiction of course. In other words the names of the people are changed but everything else is the truth nothing but the truth so help me god.

Tuesday night, it’s cold as hell in London and Lizzie and I decided we had to get out of the house. personally I couldn't give a rats arse, its winter and like I said cold as hell I was quite happy hibernating, but when a little munch kin of a lesbian tells you, that you need to get out of the house, you get out.
Lizzie has that punk boy type of hairstyle. If anyone of you had seen The L word, then think Shane and you see almost exactly what Lizzie looks like. Except her Brest are bigger than Shane’s and she is a bit shorter as well, all in all quite a beautiful girl and of curse a real chick magnet.
it just so happens that for some reason Lizzie attracts only the straight girls, and honestly it’s not like she doesn`t get lucky because she always ends up in bed with them, it’s just that they are straight as hell, yet still she ends up sleeping with them. Confused? Well so am I.
Anyway back to the original story line.
We went out to this bar in Camden market called proud. Very cool place, there was a large sitting area with beaten up sofa lots of old pictures of Blondie on the wall, all very artsy, a stage which was pretty cool and beyond that there was the bar and a few private V I P booths. You have to picture this place a remodelled horse stable, because that’s exactly what it was.
I was pretty happy with the place we had a few drinks and watched a few live bands played, by the way the band pink cigar was really good I went head over heels for them it was a good band, and I will give you a minute to reflect on the sexual connotation of their name, pink cigar.
Following the pink cigars was another group so boring that I could not remember their names for the life of me. It was at that point that things started going crazy. Lizzie got a text message from this girl she met at orientation. She had told me about her, Arenna was the name she was going by. The text said, ‘I am at the bar next to college wanna’ join me?’
See how boring the group on stage was we decided ya sure let’s do this. And we did. It took us like 30m to get there, by then it was snowing outside, Lizzie kept hitting on a girl in the underground that we followed all the way to our destination.
Just a fun night as usual, right? You are so far from it; trust me when I say this it will only get better. But I will leave you with this for now.......TO BE CONTINUED