I recently lost my main job - as in it (and an organisation) suddenly ceased to exist. Luckily I have managed to pick up various bits of work and I have found myself busier than I've been for a while.
While delighted to be able to continue to earn my crust, the new regime has rearranged my lovelife and blogging opportunities, hence more silences here.
I have to remind myself that I'm lucky to have the opportunities I do, to see my lover, but - like most of us - I do tend to take things for granted and feel disappointed when life interferes with our opportunities to be together. Last week we only saw each other twice and our time together was limited by my sleepiness (following night-shift) his health, me having a cold, his painkillers, me working a 13-hour day and family duties (both of us). Never-the-less there is something very special about gently dozing together. And we still manage to light each other's fires as well as enjoy simply being together.

Gosh! I'd forgotten it was by Shaw! Isn't the Internet wonderful?
A gazogene is a soda syphon.

http://www.brucetaub.com/bjtnotes.htm#POISON

PASSION, POISON, AND PETRIFACTION OR THE FATAL GAZOGENE

by

Bruce J. Taub

Passion, Poison, and Petrifaction or the Fatal Gazogene is "A Brief Tragedy for Barns and Booths" written in 1905 by George Bernard Shaw and first presented in "The Theatre Royal" (a "tent booth" theatre) at the Theatrical Garden Party, Regent's Park, London in aid of the Actors' Orphanage Fund. An attempt on the life of Lady Magnesia Fitztollemache is thwarted by a providential sneeze and she recognizes the would-be murderer as her husband, George. Adolphus (her lover) enters and George poisons him with soda water from the gazogene. Magnesia manages to convince her husband to reveal the antidote, however, which is lime (not the fruit, but calcium oxide). They cram pieces of plaster from the ceiling into Adolphus which make him half crazy and thirsty for the remaining soda water which then causes him to effervesce. After a great commotion involving the landlord, a policeman and finally a doctor, a thunderbolt enters the room killing all three. The maid sweeps them up and retires for the night. Lady Magnesia and George then prop up Adolphus who has now completely petrified while angels sing "Bill Bailey" and the "living statue" raises his hands towards heaven.

I had to really search for *you* as blog seems to have gone astray of late - The Everday Story of... is totally barren when it comes to the interest and pash, erotic thinking and stimulation of the imagination, to be gained here.

I don't know Peacocks, I've never come across the shop, but with such a name one doesn't have to strain the gravy up top to work out what a fascinating day or three could be had mooching around there, let alone trying on things, hopefully in utter privacy or with the one you want in tow!

Have you ever thought about getting to the 'alternative' clothing exhibitions that occur at Olympia.

I love your description of your non-PC tutu. It seems the skirt has flagged a little, in the right places. I must refer you back to my much earlier suggestion of investing in a homely chaise longue, it is bound to suit that kind of personal lounging or boudoir decor, without decorum.

Thanks to Menhir for the above thoughts. Personally I find anything can trigger passionate thoughts if the mood is right but I know what she means. One of the joys of blogging is the way that others' thoughts will take you places you'd not planned to go. I love the Archers triv, if not to everyone's tastes. But when I started here someone who's since left wrote about Pat Barker's Regeneration trilogy and I suddenly got caught up with it, reread the books and was exchanging thoughts on war and literature. And now to underwear and stuff. I do like Blogland!

I shall defend Ambridge as and when the mood takes me, but back to passion, underwear and chaise-longues!
(BTW does anyone know of a play called 'Passion, Petrifaction and the Fatal Gazogene'? I shall look it up later!)

Peacocks is, I believe, a Wales and West store that has been around since my childhood. The market of my hometown had a Peacock's stall. It does clothing and homewares, but concentration more on fashion stuff in recent years. They do sensible underwear that out-sensibles M&S for far less, but also do the tacky stuff and everything in between. My busty, narrow-backed friend has got some really nice bras there. As well as underwear I've got some fabulous shoes there and cheap and cheerful but quite reasonable everyday clothing.

I really do think I need a chaise longue, but wouldn't be quite brave enough to pose in just the underwear! I have a rather nice layered black net petticoat which both reveals and covers a multitude of sins - Great for an extra layer over the saucier stuff!

Love idea of my strange Peacock's tart outfit being a non-PC tutu!

Somebody in The Archers said the 'B' word - Ok - it was only b***dy, but it is the Archers
I trust that isn't too much of a spoiler for you Sunday listeners - but I had to share to cope with the trauma...Well!!!!

Shock! Horror! I actually dozed through some of it! it says more about me than the script, honest!
Enjoy Sunday!

...I think it's safe to say that tonight is light relief and sub-plots. I love Lilian and Tom's Sizzzzzling....

But I preferred 15,001!
Are you stil waiting for Sunday?

...was pretty good...

Pompadour's comments on sexy underwear and lack of appreciative audience reminded me of this piece I'd written as part of short story.

Cheryl is imaginary and more inhibited than I am. We do however share a body shape and some underwear And since writing this I am desperately searching for the underwear I invented and don't own!

Cheryl is a born-again virgin as she's been single so long and is plucking up courage to attend a reunion having put on lots of weight.

She felt something a little more daring and less safe was called for but she'd not bought anything like that since her size 12 days... It should have been fun but it was beginning to feel like a chore and she'd not even entered a shop yet! Cheryl decided to shop for her new underwear wardrobe to get her in the mood. "Shame it's not Christmas", she thought. She'd noticed that that was the time Evans's went mad with 'gift' type underwear - overtly sexy stuff in reds and purples. "After all", she mused, "I've got a lot more to fill a basque than when I was a subtle 34 inches." To her delight they did have some daring underwear. She fell for a black basque with red ribbons. It had hooks and eyes down the front so looked fairly manageable. Liberation was one thing she thought, but having to get in the neighbours to help you into your underwear was quite another! She noticed a much more subtle range of silk separates in cream with coffee lace. They were gorgeous and down to half price in the sale. She wasn't sure if it was end of season, mid season, stock clearance or a celebration of the fact that there was no 'r' in the month. It seemed that all times were sale times nowadays. She decided to go mad with the cream silk. She bought a more discreet basque than the black number. She also bought a rather sweet camisole with ribbon ties up the front. There was also a rather nice bra that she thought would be a shame not to have... The camisole had its own suspenders, as did the basque. She took a suspender belt to go with the bra and of course she had to have knickers didn't she? She drew a line at the thongs - She knew her limits! They had some French knickers but they looked rather unflattering. The alternative were similar to the French knickers but were quite full and fluted with a higher scalloped edge at the hip. She decided on six pairs to match the other items. They were, after all a bargain. She found similar shaped knickers in both white and red cotton and though they'd be a nice everyday treat and would look well with the stockings she favoured, and bought several pairs. She'd known nice underwear always cheered her up, it was a shame she'd left it so long. She'd always felt more confident in her 'best' undies. She remembered the College Careers Officer suggesting you wear your best underwear to interviews for that very reason. When she went to pay the assistant gave her a conspiratorial smile and said that somebody was in for a treat. Cheryl smiled sweetly and kept her thoughts to herself.

Well all you delayed gratification lot - - No 14,999 was a scorcher:P and I can't wait for tomorrow! Of course I won't spoil it for you - I'll just gloat!
Don't know if it's on 'Listen Again' yet but there was a gem on 'Front Row' tonight - A playlet starring Derek Fletcher!
Someone once bought me a book about the silent characters and I love the nastiness of The Archers Anarchists.

Now I'm one of those who loves a bargain, but tend towards lack of shininess and reasonablre level of natural fibres. I have a reasonable selection of tasteful 'lingerie' most of which didn't break the bank. My beautiful black basque being the honourable exception. Now some of Peacocks' stuff, both normal and saucy is quite tasteful - Which is more than can be said for a few items bought as a sexy joke.

I discovered that despite his good taste my lover quite likes tacky sexy as well as tasteful.

Peacocks were the supplier of a curious item that can only be described as 'boudoir wear' - It's a black bra with rather tasteful pink rosebuds embroidered on it - So far, so almost tasteful. Attached however is a black net skirt/slip thing so not quite a 'proper' nightie (too restricting) or petticoat(too impractical) but something in which to lounge. Of course choice of knickers dictates in/decency level.

Well my lover did find the said garment amusing and we both realised the erotic potential of tat.

...but couldn't resist!
Both bad taste, but hilarious and just my standard of sophistication and skill!

http://n.ethz.ch/student/mkos/pinguin.swf

Instructions. Click on the polar bear to make the penguin jump. Then click on the polar bear again in time to make the polar bear swing the bat to hit the penguin across the ice. Click OK to repeat. Have fun!!

http://www.eyegas.com/xmas05/