Coda Josh Grant

You might think this blog lacks any kind of intellectual argument? Well, you'd be right. This is not my thesis for my masters in law. This was always meant to be frivolous, an outlet to let off steam. Somewhere to tell the dirty stories, the unedited truth. It was always meant to be the dirty thoughts we all have. I've been re-writing it, now I am in lock down. I've re-written 2020, 2019, 2018, 2009 and the first six months of 2010. It has only taken a couple of weeks. I should get the whole thing re-written before lock down has finished. And, now that I am re-writing it, some ten years after I first wrote a lot of it, some of it embarrasses me, quite frankly. Oh well, what can you do? This is what I, clearly, thought at the time, so in that sense how can any of it be embarrassing. Nice try. I get rid of the embarrassing bits, don’t you worry about that. It was always meant to be unapologetically gay. It was always meant to be, This Is Josh Grant. Large print, or small p...

My company which is basically a debt-free multinational partnership owned by multimillionaire partners, is going to reduce all if its employee's wages by 15%, justifying it as needed in times of reduced profits. Of course, I blame years of conservative Liberal governments who have drip fed the population with the idea that workers’ rights can be discarded for the good of the wealthy person's fortune. I don't really have any financial woes, I'm just making an observation for the collective good. 😬 The ordinary man should be rioting in the streets, demanding the head of the likes of Gina Reinhart et al on sticks for how the rich are screwing them over. But for some reason now a days the worker simply lies down on the ground with their arses in the air and accepts the rich fucking them harder. I think it is pathetic. When you go into business there are risks involved that every owner of a company knows about. You take risks with your money and in the good times it pays of...

He looks like Ben, he really does. I find myself strangely attracted to him, which, I guess, isn't so hard to believe. I might have to buy some of his movies just to see how I feel about him in them.

Ben and I go jogging early in the morning, just in our shorts. 6am to avoid everyone else, even if there are relatively few people on the streets. It is still dark, it is crisp and wearing very little, you know you are alive. I'm awake at that time, anyway, but Ben takes some cajoling back into the conscious world. We wear little black shorts and nothing else, as it inspires us both to jog hard to get warm. Straight off the blocks, bouncing around on the balls of our feet in the middle of my street, Ben’s street, wherever we start, we soon get going. We like jogging up the middle of the road, and at present it is relatively safe to do so. A nice wide path with the horizon somewhere in in the distance. We have to train hard to counter the effects of our biscuit, coffee and pot diet, we've been enjoying in lockdown. Well, not so much weed for Ben, I smoke his allocation, ha ha. I follow Ben’s hot arse, my guy is sexy as. I think I love him more and more as time goes by. Oo, there...

I've been putting peanut butter on chocolate coated scotch finger biscuits and eating them with coffee. Those flavours are sublime. TV on, it is 8am. Kick the bed clothes off. Ben has been on a Tim Tam diet, they make his cum taste sweeter than it normally does. Is what they say? I haven’t found that EVER to be true. Yuck. It’s yuck. And, I am afraid, it will always taste yuck. I’ve been trying to swallow it, but it still tastes awful, even if it is sweeter than it was. Three mornings in a row I have taken a mouthful, for the team, but I still don’t like it. I’m a failure of a gay boy. It should taste good, we go to crazy lengths to get it. But… makes vomiting sounds. I don’t… makes more vomiting sounds. Yuk, is still what I say. I’m sorry, it is just awful. Seriously, we could do better than that? Which committee approved that flavour? I want to know?

It was the end of our Webex practise group meeting. Ralph Reiner, love a chat, our group leader, had already gone over by half an hour. We had been having meetings every day, but now we are having them Monday, Wednesday and Friday. "Anyone got any questions," asked Ralph. Nobody had any questions, we'd been chatting for nearly an hour by this stage. We had discussed the ins and outs of every duck’s bum we had to discuss. Enough. "Anyone got any stories?" asked Ralph. No-one had any stories. We all wanted to log off. "Anyone got anything funny they'd like to share?" asked Ralph. No one did. "So, anything else?" asked Ralph. "Oh, Ralph, are all the plants dead by now?" asked Sharon Reddy. "No, no, I have been walking around watering all the plants, Sharon," said Ralph. "I was going to ask the same question," I interrupted. It’s true, I had, but I wondered if it was lame? Stupid really. "Yes, your plants, J...