Welshman

I experienced undiagnosed clinical depression from December 5th 2021 until around March 15th 2022, when following an agreement by myself and my uncle (confirmed by the local state government) that my uncle would take over the 16 years of caring duties in October 2021, he e-mailed me to say "I have placed your grandmother in a care home", without any form of consulatation with myself. Back then I didn't have access to AI to help me try and find my words to express my raw anger at that decision and therefore wasn't able to reply, but what really topped things off was him arriving unannounced at my house, luckily the day after having a flu vaccination and so therefore I was able to fob him off with a "Self isolation for 14 days advice" because I didn't want to see him, and he told me completely casually as an after thought that my grandmother had died in the care home just as I had finished making a hamper for her birthday three days previously.

I'm not an American and certainly not a New Yorker, yet even I know that New York has lots of places in it (if only because I have seen "On the Town" a number of times ("The Bronx is up and the Battery's down!")

The concern I have is that whilst most of the country will allow the election to go over their heads, if Reform UK feel they can win a constituency, they will campaign hard in that constituency and given how some of their discussions of late have been rather negative towards certain types of people, I am worried that a rival demonstration could easily turn into fisticuffs and we wouldn't want our friend to be caught in the middle of that now, would we?

As I mentioned in another part of this forum, Muscleguy Steve from Seattle in Washington state was not only an amateur bodybuilder but also has a passion for storytelling and during one of our many chats admitted that when he was growing up in the 1940's and 1950's, he loved the rash of cartoons and serials that had anything to do with intelligence or the brain being manlipulated and gave the example of "The Bookworm Turns" from 1940 When he first saw that cartoon in the 1950's, it stayed with him all his life and he often told me that he would fantasise about being strapped into an electrical chair, naked, and either have his brain swapped with Hercules, Conan, He-Man or some other muscle bound hero and then inside that body have sex with his old body or be subjected to incredible amounts of electricity and cum, which thanks to me having an understanding of literature allowed me to come up with this when he was at a contest one weekend "Oh, fuck, yeah!" Paul moaned, his hips bucking and gyrating with pent-up desire. As Porthos tried to restrain him, Paul's excitement was palpable. "I can't wait to experience all that pain, agony, and torture as we swap our minds!" His words were accompanied by pre-cum, a visible sign of his escalating arousal. The Ultimate Briton mused over the proposition, delving into the intricacies of the procedure. An idea took shape, a simple piece of code that could potentially create a unique experience during the mind swap. However, the Ultimate Briton's uncertainty about its potential pain left them in a dilemma. The Ultimate Musketeer's sense of duty and honor prompted a solution – one of them would remain conscious during the procedure, ensuring the safety of the other. Paul's desires grew more intense, his longing to experience every aspect of the swap overcoming him. The thought of enduring pain and agony ignited a fire within him, intensifying his arousal. "But I want to suffer," Paul moaned, his voice dripping with need, "I need to feel the pain, the agony, the ooooh, fuck!" Another climax surged through him, leaving him covered in evidence of his desire. A plan emerged, balancing the desires and concerns of the heroes. The Ultimate Briton proposed an equitable solution – they would share the burden of experiencing the pain. Paul would endure it during the initial swap, and in return, he would also experience it during the reversion. The heroes agreed, aligning on a mutual understanding. The Ultimate Musketeer's respect for Paul's courage shone through, echoing his own valor. A solemn command from the superior officer led to a poignant moment, where Porthos reluctantly followed his orders, knocking the Ultimate Musketeer unconscious. The Ultimate Briton offered comfort to Porthos, assuring him that this was a choice the Ultimate Musketeer willingly accepted. As the heroes gathered around the machinery, their anticipation was palpable. Helmets were secured, wires connected, and the display set up. With the Ultimate Musketeer unconscious and Paul grunting and groaning, the Ultimate Briton stood ready. The switch was thrown, and Paul's reaction was immediate – an agonized scream that reverberated through the room. His hips bucked wildly, straining against the restraints that held him in place. Porthos watched with concern, but the Ultimate Briton's reassuring smile offered solace. Paul's frenzied movements intensified, his member reaching its maximum size. An earth-shattering scream of "OOOOOH, FFFFFUUUUUUUCCCCCCKKK!" signaled his moment of release. Porthos anxiously inquired about Paul's well-being, to which the Ultimate Briton responded with confidence. Paul's memories had been successfully transferred, and the next step was to initiate the return of memories into the Ultimate Musketeer's body. Paul's body gasped, and his eyes slowly fluttered open. But instead of the torrent of expletives they had expected, a gentle chuckle emerged, accompanied by a distinct French accent. "My friend, Porthos," the transformed Paul addressed him, "see, nothing to be alarmed about." "Ultimate Musketeer?" Porthos queried, his astonishment evident. "Verily," came the reply, as the process continued. The Ultimate Musketeer explored his temporary body, his amazement and approval palpable. As the machine powered down and the helmets were removed, Paul was fully awake, his consciousness now inhabiting the Ultimate Musketeer's body. When I sent that to him after his contest I found the following picture in my inbox the next day and him telling me that he experienced estacy three times that night just from reading that section

I have been watching 1670, a Polish comedy taking modern day life and placing it in the heart of the Polish-Lithuanian Commonwealth and Gunpowder, a drama about the attempted destruction of Parliament in 1605

As mentioned, you cannot go to Norway and not visit Grieg's house, but I would also recommend Nordkapp (otherwise known as the Northern Cape, well into the Artic Circle and level with Helsinki) because from around the middle of May to around the end of July, the sun never sets at that location

I've been too busy writing books to actually read them myself. Ever since I discovered that the Fifty Shades of Grey franchise was essentially an adult version of the Twilight franchise, I have been writing a series of books based on the tales of the Musketeers, featuring Henry Cardigan, who we join in 1624 as the son of the newly enobled Lord Cardigan who takes up a position in the House of Commoners at the start of King Charles I's reign. So far there are four books encompassed by the title "The Adventures of Henry Cardigan" which have the following volumes: 1) The English Musketeer, 2) The Titanic Musketeer, 3) The Global Musketeer, 4) The Ultimate Musketeer and the Iron Mask with to follow 5) The Olympian Musketeer, 6) The Cavalier Musketeer and then finally 7) The Phantom Musketeer I am also going to do some short stories at the same tine covering topics such as the Dutch tulip market of the 1630's (where he simply buys a tulip, just because he likes it and within months is beseiged by people wanting to buy the bulbs it produces) to when he finds himself stranded in 2050 due to a course deciding to take Porthos's assessment of him being strong and testing it in combination bodybuilding / powerlifting contest. Here's a progress of him from a cadet in 1625, a Musketeer in 1628 and as the Ultimate Musketeer in 1635 and when he is asked to attend a ball as the Ultimate Musketeer in 1644

The most I have ever won on the United Kingdom's main lottery game called LOTTO was £120 from entering a must be won draw where the £12 million jackpot was not won and so rolled down and shared between all pize winners thus boosting a £30 into a £110 win and then gettting two lucky dips (for getting two numbers correct) which generated an extra £10.

The last film I walked out was in 1986, when as part of a school trip, the year I was in went to see Indiana Jones and the Temple of Doom and I walked out after a scene where they were served traditional Asian cuisine (such as sheep's eyes soup) as I thought it was reprehensible.

If you are thinking of coming to the United Kingdom in September, my personal opinion would be avoid it. Our general election has to be held before January 28th 2025 and yet everything seems to indicate an election date of mid October, which means thanks to the rules the campaign will have started at the end of July, and given how there will be a change of government there is no party of this country where you will not get accosted by a politican, therefore this year give the UK a miss in September, but you would be more than welcome next September

Following the success of baseball in other parts of the world last year, there will be a number of regular league games in London this year. The games will be held on June 8th and 9th between the Mets and the Phillies at the London Stadium (host of the 2012 Olympics). Whilst these will be shown in the United States, there is still a question mark about whether they will be shown in the United Kingdom (as is the case with the NFL games in London).