club?
Then on top of everything else I had to bump into Torquemada in a corridor. Naturally I was still sweating from my exertions and still wearing the disreputable judoji. He was there for a meeting of the Church of the Second Coming (a group of Methodist sexual deviants?) and accompanied by a couple of Second Comers.
He greeted me with a supercilious "This is our Miss (or should I say Ms) Power." and put a proprietorial hand on my arm - the right arm.
Where does that man get off putting his hands on me? I tried to step backwards but there was the wall. I excused myself on the spurious grounds that I had some randori to get on with and they looked at me on the assumption that I was rather strangely dressed for a cookery demonstration.
In fact I think the Second Comers are
(a) opposed to women wearing trousers for any purpose and
(b) opposed to sports on Sunday - this particular Sunday, I am inclined to agree with them.
I wonder what they would have made of me doing cartwheels (all right attempted cartwheels) without trousers on. A meal, if I know anything about Torquemada's mind.
Monday 14th March
I ache in places where I didn't know I had places. It was the cartwheels that did it. I now know what the phrase "broken on the wheel" is about.
There was a note in my pigeon hole this morning demanding to know why I had not filled in a 40d/487 - notification of return to work - the ranks for the filling in of. In fact it must have got lost among the mass of promotional material from computer companies which always arrives in my pigeon hole on any occasion when I have turned my back on it for five minutes.
Today a parcel arrived and James showed me a privately-made amateur video. Apparently a woman in Darlington makes these videos in the privacy of her own bedroom and sends them out to selected clients: I can only assume there is a lot of unemployment in Darlington.
The video - which consists of ten-minute clips: Susan strips; Susan and a friend have some bi-girl fun; Susan get's rogered by her overweight friend Roger from several different angles; Susan uses a dildo of ludicrous proportions for various purposes etc - was at least uninhibited. There weren't attempts to exclude penes, there were considerable attempts to get Roger's large member into sharp focus. The picture quality was fairly poor and, although I didn't think much of Roger, some of Susan's friends were more prepossessing and - yes - I was turned on by parts of this video because the amateur nature of the video suggested that they were somehow more real than the actors and actresses in James' usual videos.
Of course there is a price to be paid for all this entertainment, so I thought I'd start out by getting him to put some Algipan on my aching back to stress my decrepit state. This didn't help because he got Algipan in all sorts of other places as well and in the end we both got rather hot and bothered.
Tuesday 15th March
I thought I had back ache yesterday. This morning I had difficulty getting out of the car I'd vowed not to use again.
The day started badly with a major row about timetabling with the Maths department. I don't wish to record the details except to say that I am entirely right in every respect and they are entirely wrong.
To say that Pat and I are not talking would be inaccurate. We had a lengthy stand-up row in the staffroom at lunchtime. If he thinks I am giving up my computers (all right, his computers) for a group of seventh years to use when I am supposed to have a group of tenth years learning IT without computers, he has another think coming.
I have the backing of Oz, which is negligible, but for some reason Snooks dislikes Pat more than she dislikes me so could be regarded as neutral. It all depends on how Peter (the deputy head) responds. Fortunately he has had arguments with the Maths department before.
Wednesday 16th March
This morning I find that the Maths department have pre-empted the issue by taking all their
Then on top of everything else I had to bump into Torquemada in a corridor. Naturally I was still sweating from my exertions and still wearing the disreputable judoji. He was there for a meeting of the Church of the Second Coming (a group of Methodist sexual deviants?) and accompanied by a couple of Second Comers.
He greeted me with a supercilious "This is our Miss (or should I say Ms) Power." and put a proprietorial hand on my arm - the right arm.
Where does that man get off putting his hands on me? I tried to step backwards but there was the wall. I excused myself on the spurious grounds that I had some randori to get on with and they looked at me on the assumption that I was rather strangely dressed for a cookery demonstration.
In fact I think the Second Comers are
(a) opposed to women wearing trousers for any purpose and
(b) opposed to sports on Sunday - this particular Sunday, I am inclined to agree with them.
I wonder what they would have made of me doing cartwheels (all right attempted cartwheels) without trousers on. A meal, if I know anything about Torquemada's mind.
Monday 14th March
I ache in places where I didn't know I had places. It was the cartwheels that did it. I now know what the phrase "broken on the wheel" is about.
There was a note in my pigeon hole this morning demanding to know why I had not filled in a 40d/487 - notification of return to work - the ranks for the filling in of. In fact it must have got lost among the mass of promotional material from computer companies which always arrives in my pigeon hole on any occasion when I have turned my back on it for five minutes.
Today a parcel arrived and James showed me a privately-made amateur video. Apparently a woman in Darlington makes these videos in the privacy of her own bedroom and sends them out to selected clients: I can only assume there is a lot of unemployment in Darlington.
The video - which consists of ten-minute clips: Susan strips; Susan and a friend have some bi-girl fun; Susan get's rogered by her overweight friend Roger from several different angles; Susan uses a dildo of ludicrous proportions for various purposes etc - was at least uninhibited. There weren't attempts to exclude penes, there were considerable attempts to get Roger's large member into sharp focus. The picture quality was fairly poor and, although I didn't think much of Roger, some of Susan's friends were more prepossessing and - yes - I was turned on by parts of this video because the amateur nature of the video suggested that they were somehow more real than the actors and actresses in James' usual videos.
Of course there is a price to be paid for all this entertainment, so I thought I'd start out by getting him to put some Algipan on my aching back to stress my decrepit state. This didn't help because he got Algipan in all sorts of other places as well and in the end we both got rather hot and bothered.
Tuesday 15th March
I thought I had back ache yesterday. This morning I had difficulty getting out of the car I'd vowed not to use again.
The day started badly with a major row about timetabling with the Maths department. I don't wish to record the details except to say that I am entirely right in every respect and they are entirely wrong.
To say that Pat and I are not talking would be inaccurate. We had a lengthy stand-up row in the staffroom at lunchtime. If he thinks I am giving up my computers (all right, his computers) for a group of seventh years to use when I am supposed to have a group of tenth years learning IT without computers, he has another think coming.
I have the backing of Oz, which is negligible, but for some reason Snooks dislikes Pat more than she dislikes me so could be regarded as neutral. It all depends on how Peter (the deputy head) responds. Fortunately he has had arguments with the Maths department before.
Wednesday 16th March
This morning I find that the Maths department have pre-empted the issue by taking all their
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