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It's a good day to celebrate my sexuality especially now because I am on the point of losing it...hahaha

All your life you come to take things for granted until one day you wake up to realise you no longer have the thing you took for granted. Take for example your immortality? Just go down the shopping precinct and observe these young boys and girls hanging out pulling hard on their cigarettes little suspecting that come the age of 60 or earlier their lungs are going to pack in, like my friend whom I shall refer to as Joe, though his real name began with a B. In his middle age he had gone down the pub every night at 9 pm sharp, you could have set your watch by it some said, and off he went to sink the gallon, maybe not every week-night but certainly on a weekend: pint of beer in one hand, tab or ciggi in the other, until he contracted lung cancer in his mid-50s which his private health provider caught soon enough, or so he reasoned..?

Well he did in fairness attend my 60th birthday bash whilst I was still immortal, but being cleverer than Joe I had cut my smoking down to never any more in working time, restricting my pleasure to after working hours, 5 pm the gate into heaven..? I reasoned in my late 30s early 40s that if smoking was going to damage my health I'd be damned if I was going to do it in all those interminable business meeting when as soon as a topic raised its head that was mildly interesting or provocative everyone sitting round the table would reach for their packet of cigarettes...

So my heart attack didn't strike me until I was 63 when I spent my first morning in the intensive care unit of our nearest hospital to which I had been rushed in the dead of night, after smoking my last half pack of fags + maybe drinking half bottle of red wine: 4:35am to be precise I calculated later because after a heavy-ish evening drinking wine I would wake up at 04 35 when the alcohol ran out and my veins would cease to dilate, but thankfully no longer their being restricted by the nicotine coursing round in my blood stream... 

After bypass surgery I got a new lease on life unlike this other friend O whom I rang in the week they put me onto all this heart protective medication: beta bloggers to slow me down, enteritic aspirin to dilute my blood, and atorvastatin to reduce my blood cholesterol, when he told me I was lucky because coronary arteries are operable unlike his blocked arteries which were in his neck en route to his brain..? That was on the Monday in the week he died on a Friday after a massive… well you get the picture!

So now I suddenly realise that all those years I had this happy go lucky attitude with a smile on my face for all the pretty girls who came my way, a minor celebrity for much of the time: visiting our canteen every morning upon my arrival for sometimes my first coffee of the day, when the canteen girls would greet me with the words “here comes laughing boy again…” as I celebrated my healthy sexuality. No groping mind you, no attempting to take advantage of my elevated station, being propped up as I was and supported by a very handsome lady back home…

So as I begin to think of what it was that made my sexuality a working class sexuality I also realise that I shall need another blog to explain that one, but nay bother if I’m losing it now that I am in my 70s perhaps I’ll be one of the lucky ones still and be able to keep my marbles into, who knows, my 80s..? Have a good day everyone and let us also rejoice in the fact, as the newspapers these days appear to be telling us more and more, that others who have misbehaved in their immortal years are now being held increasingly to book?