Archive for November, 2009
Grooming Again, Groovy Party & More Eating
by Matt on Nov.25, 2009, under Blogs
Can you believe its almost Christmas already, where does the time go? Well here is where mine has gone the past week……..
Last Wednesday evening was a great night. It was the launch of new services and products at the Salon (that being the Errol Douglas Salon), so they had a party. It was very cool indeed, lots of champagne, canapés and lots of chatting which is of course always great. There were also a few celebrities there, I hate to admit it but I didn’t recognise them, but then I don’t watch television and they were from soaps and things like that. I spent most of the time on the courtyard as it was stifling hot inside as there were so many people, oh and the constant flashing of flash bulbs of course. Saturday it was the time of the month again for Milo to be groomed. We went back to the original groomer who use to look after Milo as he has re-opened his store now after it was closed for quite a while, and I am pleased it is open again as the groomer 
is excellent and really good with Milo, which is always a boon as he can be a bit awkward when the mood takes him (gets that from P I think!!!). He bounced into the store all excited at seeing a new place, ran round to inspect it and
ensure its up to his exacting standards, which it seemed to be as he was content. Until he saw that the groomer was there, then he decided he really didn’t want to be there, so I handed him over to the groomer who took him, rather quickly, over to the sink for his shower. Surprisingly he was rather calm this time, well when I say calm I mean by his standards he still cried, whimpered, looked as if to say to me ‘how could you let this happen’ Then he was taken to the table and groomed, and what a pretty boy he was when it was finished, smelled lovely too.
is excellent and really good with Milo, which is always a boon as he can be a bit awkward when the mood takes him (gets that from P I think!!!). He bounced into the store all excited at seeing a new place, ran round to inspect it and ensure its up to his exacting standards, which it seemed to be as he was content. Until he saw that the groomer was there, then he decided he really didn’t want to be there, so I handed him over to the groomer who took him, rather quickly, over to the sink for his shower. Surprisingly he was rather calm this time, well when I say calm I mean by his standards he still cried, whimpered, looked as if to say to me ‘how could you let this happen’ Then he was taken to the table and groomed, and what a pretty boy he was when it was finished, smelled lovely too. After the Little Man was all spruced up and looking prettier than ever I had to head towards Knightsbridge as was working at the Salon on Saturday afternoon. The salon was fun as ever, people were cool, atmosphere was friendly, I was uploading pictures of the party so that was cool. Also setting up a few things on the PC for Mr D, who I have to say (loathed to say as well, don’t want to over inflate his ego at all do we now) I get on with really well and find him a really nice person. So it is always a pleasure to go there, doesn’t feel like work at all, which is rather good as felt a bit tired last week.
In the evening that little P and I decided that we would go out to eat. Having all the imagination of a donkey I suggested we go to River View, which as those of you who bother to read this regularly will know is my favourite place. So we had some very nice food there, unfortunately I was tired and in one of my moods (yes I know its hard to believe I can ever be anything but cheerful and happy) so I kind of killed the atmosphere with my own brand of picking an argument. Pity really as was looking forward to the desert!
Sunday I decided to catch up on movies as I am lagging behind. I do find that being back at work is playing havoc with my movie watching. I do enjoy being back at work but do wish I could find more time to go to movies again, I so miss going in the afternoon. I digress, so I went to the movies, then again with P after he finished work. After that we went to Prospect of Whitby for dinner. I don’t often have the Sunday roast when we eat out but just felt like it last Sunday. I have to say I am very pleased I did try it as its really nice there, cooked very well, presented nicely, oh yes it tastes good as well which kind of helps.
You will all be pleased to hear, as I was, that Sid has made a good recovery after being attacked and is once again his friendly self. Stan however has become satans Ass Hole, he is fine as long as he has his ball in his mouth (I am rather tempted to put a a gag in his mouth) but when his lovely mum removes it he gets all nasty and actually went for my little angel last week, who was of course doing no harm whatsoever and being a perfect little boy. So Stan is not ion my good books, the rat. However T is her usual sunny, bright (in personality wouldn’t say in any other way) and lovely self.
BOOM!!!!! Go get it…….
That’s all folks.
A Wedding And Rod Stewart
by Matt on Nov.18, 2009, under Blogs
Good day to everyone, another exciting instalment of my drivel is here for your written diazepam.
Last Friday was jolly good fun. Two very good friends of ours were getting married, indeed they did, in Manchester. They live there is why they picked the north, not like anyone would choose to go all the way to the north to get married is it. So we gave our lovely little Rat to our best friend to take care of, with explicit instructions on how many cuddles he likes and when, the Rat that is not our best friend, though I am certain he enjoyed them as well. With tears in our eyes we waved good bye to him as if we were going on a round the world trip rather than coming back the next day. Though if anyone were to suggest that he is spoilt we would categorically deny it.
The trip didn’t start too well, it would have been fine had it been anyone but me, as I moan about everything, so I am told. We got on the train and those dimwits at Trainline had put us on a table, I ask you if two people are travelling together what is the logical seating arrangement for them, opposite each other on a table where oiks can sit next to the or in two seats together, of course they put us on a table, so I found, well when I say I what I mean is I moaned and complained and P patiently found us a decent seat. But there were these four loud mouth students (I presume) who had their volume on high as they droned on about inane matters that I couldn’t hear as I put my headphones on loud whilst giving them a look of contempt.
We then got to Manchester Piccadilly and as you would expect from the north had to traipse all across town to get to the other train station to get to where we were going, a town, or village not sure which, just outside Manchester. We eventually got to the hotel and had to wait 10 minutes as their hyper efficient northern computer wouldn’t let them check us in until 15:00 on the dot. But it was a very pleasant room I have to say, and the reception lady (I think she was a female) was really helpful and friendly.
We rested for a while, I on the bed giving my insight into the world at large and P who was hanging our clothes, sorting our toiletries, anything to be out of ear shot I think. After we had rested we decided it was time to eat, there was a pub just next to the hotel, why is there always a pub next to hotels? Jolly convenient though I have to say.
The pub was really nice, we got there and I immediately, being a greedy pig, noticed that they had a carvery, so we picked a table, then changed our mind and moved to another, I went and placed our order at the bar, giving them the table number that we had first chosen, fortunately the manager was really friendly and understood that I was just a bit thick. P does make me laugh, we got our food and then P sat there whilst we were eating and watched the carvery like a vulture watches a dying gazelle, counting how many slices of meat each person got. At one point the chef obviously knew a couple as they got twice as much as everyone else, by the fuss P made you really would think that he had given them the keys to the kitchen and told them to help themselves. But it was a lovely meal and the wine I had was so nice that we bought a bottle.
We then headed back to the hotel so we could change, shower and get ready to go to the wedding reception, though obviously we showered before changing.
So we then got to the wedding. It was really nice, especially to see our friends as I have known them for quite sometime and never imagined they would actually marry, they were always arguing before, oh wait that’s a marriage 
right? It was a fun wedding as the groom is Indian and I had never been to an Indian wedding, it was so much fun and really cool, had a great time, P of course took about a million pictures. I even got up and danced for a bit, although the medic team came in trying to hospitalise me for having a fit, but I was under duress from the groom as I wouldn’t have got up voluntarily, not with my two left feet. The bride looked amazing, I know you’re supposed to on your wedding day but the transformation was astounding she looked so luscious and yummy, she has giant melons so I am sure that helped!!!! But it was a really great evening and I am so glad that we went, even P enjoyed himself and couldn’t find anything to moan about 
right? It was a fun wedding as the groom is Indian and I had never been to an Indian wedding, it was so much fun and really cool, had a great time, P of course took about a million pictures. I even got up and danced for a bit, although the medic team came in trying to hospitalise me for having a fit, but I was under duress from the groom as I wouldn’t have got up voluntarily, not with my two left feet. The bride looked amazing, I know you’re supposed to on your wedding day but the transformation was astounding she looked so luscious and yummy, she has giant melons so I am sure that helped!!!! But it was a really great evening and I am so glad that we went, even P enjoyed himself and couldn’t find anything to moan about Saturday saw us travelling back from Manchester, and me being exhausted. When we got home I barely had time to take a bath (for the American readers this doesn’t mean I took it for a walk it means I bathed) and get changed as I had to go out.
I had made plans a couple of weeks before so couldn’t get out of them, P however did get out of it and had a nice rest. I meanwhile went to one of the trannys flats as was meeting the 2 tranny there. Nice flat she has too, its a good job I was meeting at her p[lace as I had forgotten the ticket to get in so had to log on and print another, I am going senile I swear. We then headed, I headed they minced, to waterloo where the studio is. Did I mention why we were going or not? We were going to see a one off show that Rod Stewart was doing, I had invited T but being a miserable old bat she had declined my extremely kind offer.
We got there far too early and so had to go to the pub for a drink first, terrible inconvenience to have to go to a pub and drink but what can one do. We then headed back to the studio and were herded to a car park underground where 
we had to wait for ages, about an hour I think, it felt like an asylum camp, but without all the luxuries that the tax payer forks out for, like television and Nike trainers. We then were led, well directed, to the studio to find out it was standing event, at my age, I ask you. But…………. Then Rod Stewart came on and I have to say he really is a great performer and entertainer, he was witty, he involved and conversed with the audience which was really amusing, and his voice was great, its hard to believe he is as old as he is as he really puts on a great show. I commented, at great length on the difference between his generation of performer and most of the ones that we have today and he really showed them up, no miming, entertaining and he only made one hiccup, which he dealt with very well indeed. All in all it was a fantastic show and I applaud him for an amazing evening.
we had to wait for ages, about an hour I think, it felt like an asylum camp, but without all the luxuries that the tax payer forks out for, like television and Nike trainers. We then were led, well directed, to the studio to find out it was standing event, at my age, I ask you. But…………. Then Rod Stewart came on and I have to say he really is a great performer and entertainer, he was witty, he involved and conversed with the audience which was really amusing, and his voice was great, its hard to believe he is as old as he is as he really puts on a great show. I commented, at great length on the difference between his generation of performer and most of the ones that we have today and he really showed them up, no miming, entertaining and he only made one hiccup, which he dealt with very well indeed. All in all it was a fantastic show and I applaud him for an amazing evening.After the show we made our way to a nice bar that does good food, its called Arch Duke if you want to go along there. The food is good but the waiting staff leave a lot to be desired, service and assistance was desired but not forthcoming until a waitress took over from our useless waiter, after he brought us stale bread, yuk. But all in all a good meal.
Seen a few movies this week which you can go see what I thought of on the movies page.
I haven’t seen T much this week as was in Manchester on Saturday morning so have missed chatting with her, she is a dear little lady who loathed though I am to admit is a excellent and lovely person, I am never going to live down saying that. Her poor little babies were attacked the week before as you know and its good to hear they, especially Sid, are on the mend and getting back to their old self, though hopefully not all his old bad habits are coming back.
Don’t forget BOOM!!!!! Go get it if you don’t already, iTunes is where you will find it, I love it and always look forward to my weekly dose and eagerly await its release, it was late last week and I was on cold turkey.
See you all again next week I hope, have fantastic week.
Crap BBC, Trannys & Brave Sid
by Matt on Nov.11, 2009, under Blogs
This week has flown by, not literally of course but it has gone very quickly.
Last Wednesday evening I went and met a friend for a coffee. Its a friend that I meet to catch up with quite often. We usually go to the Starbucks (despite the fact I am not a big Starbucks fan, don’t you find their coffee isn’t very strong and is pretty tasteless?) in Borders on Charring Cross Road. Its a mad place as you can help yourself to the magazines and books from the shop floor to read there, so I would never buy anything from there as it may well have been read by someone drinking their tasteless and bland coffee whilst thumbing their way through your magazine/book! But anyway it was good to catch up, he works at GAY so I get to hear all the gossip about that odious little creature that promotes it.
Last Thursday I was supposed to go to the BBC studio to see Harry Hill show with a couple of friends, I really do despair sometimes. I rushed to get there, got there on time, met my friends, who legged it from the pub!!!! We waited in 
line like good people, got inside into the waiting area. We were given these raffle tickets and told that we could exchange them for lagers (they said beer but don’t you find that word a bit common?), but the guy giving them out disappeared, lazy git, I bet he went for a break, on licence payers money as well, so no lager for us, probably for the best as it would have smudged my friends make up. We sat, we talked, we looked around, we didn’t get in, I was so annoyed. So we decided to trot off to Westfield, which was quite an experience, have you ever been to a shopping mall with a couple of trannies (men in women’s clothes not a portable radio!)? They wanted to look at make up and jewellery shops, then shoe shops, why???? So off to the pub we went, which is my usual response when not sure what to do next. Still on the plus side we have priority tickets to the next show so all is not lost.
line like good people, got inside into the waiting area. We were given these raffle tickets and told that we could exchange them for lagers (they said beer but don’t you find that word a bit common?), but the guy giving them out disappeared, lazy git, I bet he went for a break, on licence payers money as well, so no lager for us, probably for the best as it would have smudged my friends make up. We sat, we talked, we looked around, we didn’t get in, I was so annoyed. So we decided to trot off to Westfield, which was quite an experience, have you ever been to a shopping mall with a couple of trannies (men in women’s clothes not a portable radio!)? They wanted to look at make up and jewellery shops, then shoe shops, why???? So off to the pub we went, which is my usual response when not sure what to do next. Still on the plus side we have priority tickets to the next show so all is not lost.What can I say about Friday night? It was certainly an experience. Our friend, Sid & Stan’s mum (one with the foul megaphone for a voice box), lets call her T, had said she wants to go to this club where my tranny friend use to work, its called Stunners & is a tranny club. So T and her friend (lets call her K, for consistency sake), who hardly speaks, not that she gets a lot of opportunities with T around, met us and we went to the local gay bar first. Can you believe K asked for a dry Martini & lemonade, in a club/bar, I mean who the hell drinks that anymore? We stayed there until 11.30pm, then headed to the club.
It was quite an experience going to the club, and T seemed to revel in it, dirty old tart that she is. There were only 2 problems with the night, so lets get them out of the way first shall we. The first is that it wasn’t very busy at all, only
about 30-40 people there. The second were that there were three little Asian guys, middle aged fat little things they were, kind of like demented and perverted ooomp loompas, they would follow the women, and indeed tranny’s, about and touch, letch and dribble all over them, thank heavens |I am far too butch to be mistaken for a female of any type. The music was far too hard and electro for the venue and night as well. But we all had a great time there, it was really fun. T made a complete ass of herself (more than usual) by frolicking on the bed and using the manacles, then she cavorted (I presume she thought in a sexy pole dancing way but looked more like she was having a fit) on the rack. What with the pervy oompa loompas, T and K (who are not giants!!!), trannys everywhere, the sex rooms it looked like a John Walters movie, it was fantastic, P and I had a whale of a time and have vowed to do it again, only hopefully minus the oomp loompas.
about 30-40 people there. The second were that there were three little Asian guys, middle aged fat little things they were, kind of like demented and perverted ooomp loompas, they would follow the women, and indeed tranny’s, about and touch, letch and dribble all over them, thank heavens |I am far too butch to be mistaken for a female of any type. The music was far too hard and electro for the venue and night as well. But we all had a great time there, it was really fun. T made a complete ass of herself (more than usual) by frolicking on the bed and using the manacles, then she cavorted (I presume she thought in a sexy pole dancing way but looked more like she was having a fit) on the rack. What with the pervy oompa loompas, T and K (who are not giants!!!), trannys everywhere, the sex rooms it looked like a John Walters movie, it was fantastic, P and I had a whale of a time and have vowed to do it again, only hopefully minus the oomp loompas.As you can imagine on Saturday I was in quite a delicate state, though not as much so as P who had a banging hangover and wanted to just crawl into a hole. I though had to work as it was my Saturday to go to the salon, so I made my way there wishing that the sun were not so bright as it was causing me to have a head ache, that’s what I am blaming and sticking to that thank you. The salon was fun as usual and its good to go there and see everyone as most of the work I do for them is remote so I don’t get to see them. I then went home to recover.
Sunday I just went to the gym to try to blow all the cobwebs away, which never works as I just end up with more aches and pains, I think I am getting old, or dramatic one or the other.
On Monday P & I met after work, well I say that, he had arranged for us to meet at between 7.15 and 7.30 at the station, so there I was on the concourse at 7.15 ready and waiting. What time do you think P turned up eventually? 7.45, yes I was standing there for 30 minutes waiting, people probably thought I was a stalker or something, thank heavens for my BB so I could play FreeCell and BBM people. We ended up going to Wagamam which is always a good choice as the food in nice, well I like it.
As usual I am asking have you downloaded BOOM!!! Have you listened to it, don’t you think it just rocks? Isn’t it fantastic, fantastic, fantastic????
Now onto Sid & Stan’s mum who is inconsolable if I don’t mention her, but this week I would anyway, on Sunday some disgusting, vicious dogs attacked poor little Sid and Stan, Sid took the brunt of it and in my opinion was really brave and didn’t make a big fuss, but he was hurt, bruised quite badly and shaken up. So if you live anywhere near me and see a guy with two bull mastiffs out my advice is to get your dog away pretty quickly as these two dogs have attacked quite a few dogs, also make sure you complain about them. As for Sid, he has (I am loathed to admit) gone up in my estimations, now if only he will stop wandering off all the time
Until next week bye bye bye…….
Shopping, Baths & Sexy Phones
by Matt on Nov.04, 2009, under Blogs
Its here for your joyful reading so lets get started.
I am terribly sorry about this but it has been a quiet week again so I am doubting that this weeks blog will be too long. I just don’t seem to have the adventures and times that I did when wasn’t working, its a sin I know but there you go. I will try to make my life that little bit more exciting for you in future weeks if I possible can. Do not hold your breath or get too excited though!
Last Saturday I was at the salon again which was cool, I only did a few hours as I had been busy the previous few
nights doing stuff remotely, don’t you love the technical age. You can work remotely using Web Access and the like which means instead of being smart sat in an office with noise and disruption you can instead sit at home with your music on, little Rat Boy perched on your lap (insisting ion keep leaning on the keyboard so as he types rubbish in the middle of your work) getting slowly sloshed as you have a glass, or five, of wine to keep you lubricated. But I get a surprisingly larger amount of work done this way than if sitting in the salon with distractions. But still, I do enjoy the times that I am there as its a fun place and though I would never admit it in public, I do like the people, they are a great crowd.
nights doing stuff remotely, don’t you love the technical age. You can work remotely using Web Access and the like which means instead of being smart sat in an office with noise and disruption you can instead sit at home with your music on, little Rat Boy perched on your lap (insisting ion keep leaning on the keyboard so as he types rubbish in the middle of your work) getting slowly sloshed as you have a glass, or five, of wine to keep you lubricated. But I get a surprisingly larger amount of work done this way than if sitting in the salon with distractions. But still, I do enjoy the times that I am there as its a fun place and though I would never admit it in public, I do like the people, they are a great crowd.After the salon I met P as he wanted to go shopping. So he dragged me, practically screaming and kicking into his favourite shop, the in my name wrongly named Top Man (now there’s a contradiction in terms) where he did his great shopping habit. He walks round the whole store looking at practically every item they have, and every size they display. He then picks a couple of them, on Saturday it was only one, and tries them on. He then comes out and says he doesn’t like them, but he left me aghast this time as said he was getting the jeans he had tried on, so off towards the tills we headed, only for him to get distracted by a bag he liked the look of, but then my hopes of a smooth trip went in a puff of smoke as he saw the checkout queue and said, its too long and he doesn’t want to wait, down he put the trousers and walked out, as empty handed as he always is. Its an ordeal that he seems to repeat on a regular basis, then complains he has nothing to wear!
We head back onto the pavement where he asks me what I want for dinner, where to eat. This is another of his habits, he asks where I would like then looks funny when I suggest somewhere, on Saturday I said lets go to the Texas Cantina as not been for ages, cue the funny face being pulled as he says you don’t want Chinese then, don’t want to go to TPT, no I say lets go Texas Cantina, so not the Turkish place he responds, to whit I give the usual retort, why do you ever bother to ask me where I want to eat when whatever I say you suggest an alternative? So we settle, he rather reluctantly on the place I had suggested in the first place!!! I really enjoyed it there, had a nice steak, the onion rings (I have a thing for onion rings, I like them, not a kinky ting just a yum yum thing) could have been better but other than that it was nice.
I then decided that it was high time I got a new bag, so rather than traipse round each store and look at every bag in London I had more of an idea as to what I wanted, this is not as efficient and organised as it sounds as I always get 
one of two brands when getting bags and tend not to waiver from this. So I hurried P up eating, rushed the bill from the waitress and got us out f the door eager to get to the shop before it closed. We made it, I was dumb forgetting it was the West End on a Saturday so the store doesn’t close early. In we went and I proceeded to look at each bag, ensuring I took the filling out and tried the pockets of each and every one until the store looked like a land fill site. How these assistants keep their patience I cant quite fathom, if I worked there and someone as annoying, disruptive and fussy as me came in I would end up shoving the bag over their head and telling them to fucking buy one or fuck right off. I did however decide on a bag, its really nice, I think so anyway, and as soon as I got outside decided that I wanted one of the other ones, not to exchange but as well as!! So P, he really is good, went back in (I hid across the road out of sight in embarrassment) and asked how much the other one is, so I think I had better get that this week sometime.
one of two brands when getting bags and tend not to waiver from this. So I hurried P up eating, rushed the bill from the waitress and got us out f the door eager to get to the shop before it closed. We made it, I was dumb forgetting it was the West End on a Saturday so the store doesn’t close early. In we went and I proceeded to look at each bag, ensuring I took the filling out and tried the pockets of each and every one until the store looked like a land fill site. How these assistants keep their patience I cant quite fathom, if I worked there and someone as annoying, disruptive and fussy as me came in I would end up shoving the bag over their head and telling them to fucking buy one or fuck right off. I did however decide on a bag, its really nice, I think so anyway, and as soon as I got outside decided that I wanted one of the other ones, not to exchange but as well as!! So P, he really is good, went back in (I hid across the road out of sight in embarrassment) and asked how much the other one is, so I think I had better get that this week sometime.Sunday was the time of the month when it was time to bathe the Rat, ironically he looks more like a rat than anything else when he is wet. But off to our best friends all three of us headed, we stopped on the way at McDonalds, P wanted one, and got some very funny looks. We got Milo a chicken mayo (without mayo, mad or what) burger and tore it to little
pieces for him. So he was sitting in the middle of us enjoying his burger as we sat either side eating ours, then he finished first to moves round to stare at mine, I of course obliged and gave him a bit of it so he could try it, the cheeky little bugger then turns to face P demanding a a piece of his one as well!!!! But no matter what anyone says we are convinced he is not spoilt!!!!! Its also good to take his mind off of the bathing as he hates it, but when we got there I found that its more the shower than the bath he hates, as long as I am there with him (so our best friend assures us) and he can see me he is a lot calmer (he doesn’t scratch the hell out of you) and doesn’t seem to mind it as much if you use a jug and bath him that way, its when you turn the shower on he goes mad. Still it isn’t quite that simple as he still struggles a bit and tries to escape from the bath.
pieces for him. So he was sitting in the middle of us enjoying his burger as we sat either side eating ours, then he finished first to moves round to stare at mine, I of course obliged and gave him a bit of it so he could try it, the cheeky little bugger then turns to face P demanding a a piece of his one as well!!!! But no matter what anyone says we are convinced he is not spoilt!!!!! Its also good to take his mind off of the bathing as he hates it, but when we got there I found that its more the shower than the bath he hates, as long as I am there with him (so our best friend assures us) and he can see me he is a lot calmer (he doesn’t scratch the hell out of you) and doesn’t seem to mind it as much if you use a jug and bath him that way, its when you turn the shower on he goes mad. Still it isn’t quite that simple as he still struggles a bit and tries to escape from the bath.
And what about the most exciting news that there has been for a very long time, the news we have all been waiting for, I am so eager, so excited, so euphoric, I simply am jumping with joy, my impatience knows no bounds, but at last it looks like there is a date for us all, its the middle of the month (some say 13th some say 15th) I am hassling P on a hourly basis for a accurate date of release, top know all the finer details, and the not so fine. Its the release of the new Blackberry, the Bold 2, the 9700, the electronic version of a wet dream, the hard on of smart phones. There was a absence of BOOM! this week and I think that I am having cold turkey as miss it like hell, no decent tunes bouncing around my ears and into my brain giving me a warm and fuzzy yet vibrant feeling. Go subscribe as the more people subscribe the more onus there is on Chuckles to get off his backside and record.
Oh yes and hello to satans Assholes mum, I haven’t seen her much lately as am at work all the time, but still she is in my mind, a bit like dementia!
Peace to you all, adios.
-
Howdy. Welcome to Matt Unplugged!
Thanks for dropping by! Feel free to join the discussion by leaving comments, and stay updated by subscribing to the RSS feed. See ya around!
