Rain and Forum rules

 

It may be summer according your calendar and mine but it certainly doesn't much feel like it does it?

That works its way into things like very limited opportunities to be outdoors playing with torrential rain and hailstones even to contend with rather than keeping hydriated and slapping on copious amounts of Factor 50.

Something that does tend to come up from time to time is the Forum rules around content especially as it applies to discussion around spanking.

The first thing to say is whatever you views are or any involvement with it yourself, no one is judged for any view or personal engagement with it by the moderation team or people on the site.

The second ought to go without saying which is we are talking only about legal adults and anything that may apply to parents, grand parents etc really belongs on parenting type sites as we've no business being involved in that debate.

We're a site of Adults who retain much of our boyhood essence and do talk about our pasts.

The main purpose of the restricted discussion can be put quite simply as our hosts have Terms of Service and they don't allow "adult content" nor anything that be seen as child abuse material.

Now while we can rightly say we're talking about our times and that in looking at this part of past childhoods it certainly wasn't sexual, because for some today in other kinks it very much is (and if that's their thing, fine) our hosts slot ANYTHING to do with it under that category.

Upon reporting we'd lose the site and I'd be banned from using them. Simples.

It doesn't prevent you from saying in an introduction that you were - who wasn't back then? - but we don't go into describing the rituals with great quantities of prose such as the colour of your underwear and just were exactly they were at the first stroke.

A second reason even if I were to, involving some expense (and as I understand it current posts couldn't be imported) into a independent self hosted site is that experience at other sites has shown where you do permit greater discussion with pictures for good measure, it some comes to dominate such sites and that impacts discussion of the bigger portion of this life.

It doesn't take long before you get people joining just for that kind of talk and in effect your site becomes mainly a spanking site albeit with a twist.

The years since our conception in mid 2018 has shown there is a very real need for a discussion based site around being an adult little boy that talks about everything else such as hobbies, activities, past real lives and attire.

Those discussions are helping people come to terms with being an adult little boy, getting some of that carefree fun back, make sense of past experiences, making new-old memories even.

Those things are of far greater value than the seventh hundred spanking post whatever that person got from the experience and that's why the rules are what they are.

Record stores of the day

One advantage we had being in a city region was the variety and number of shops we had and in particular of record shops which were always a haunt on Saturday's and hols which was only bettered if one caught the train to the Black Country or Manchester which had the national chains such as HMV although we gained one in 1992.

I remember going to it on the first day of opening inside the then titled Potteries Shopping Centre, the first massive mall we had in the city centre opened in late 1988.

The real strength of this area for shopping was the independents and that certainly came into it given our six district centres plus one layout rather than that of one centre and surburbs cos its's less of a city and more of conurbation.

Thus in each district you had their own "local" record stores which for me meant Replay Records on Tunstall high street which had a large selection 12 inch and seven inch singles apart from albums and discount bins for anything that had peaked.

It didn't do much with other media such as cassettes unlike some although it did sell blank tapes for taping your own which I did a lot of .

We also had our own Woolworths which had a fair sized music section and was the first place I bought a record from before Replay opened and they had a top 75 7 inch single wall, rotating racks of pre-recorded tapes and budget albums followed by main racks for chart and selected back catalogue.

Chrissy's Market Store on Saturday's was a gem for having used records, heavily discounted import albums and singles an example of which was the mere £1.49 I paid for the 1978 Paul Stanley solo album as a sealed cut out where I'd of paid normally around a fiver for as a new domestic copy.

From time to time I would go into the City Centre and for a period I worked in it so it was a lunch time, before the bus comes in destination which in the mid 80's had around five large stores each with their own specialities such as Japanese imports, ticket sales or extensive quality used sections.

For much of 80's and 90's, Mike Lloyd Music Mega Store was the place to be because it had the biggest selection of compact discs, very extensive vinyl back catalogue, trade ins and sold tickets to local venues such as the Victoria Hall plus Bingley Hall, Stafford.

Many was the day I'd be in surrounded by students holding our Bluetones albums on vinyl in line while the upstairs held publications, discounted and used vinyl.

It was the first place locally to stock blank and pre-recorded MiniDiscs and had its own version of the Sony Music Nice Price paper catalogue printed with new mid price re-releases

As the bags your purchases went in stated there were branches too in Queen Street Wolverhampton and Newcastle although the city centre branch was the main one.

 

As befitted an area with two universities despite being sandwiched between Manchester in the North and Big Bad Brum the area was largely self sufficient with its own network of shops rivalling larger population areas.

Enlightenment

Well I did get away this weekend but in a lot ways the bigger thing wasn't to be found in the ultimate destination but more what was learned along the way.

Travel, especially by train can be subject to change and that change might be really quite rapid.

With me I had arrived in very good time and checked the overhead screens for the latest travel information as it was becoming apparent an earlier Manchester train was running rather late  and so it was with just under two minutes before our train was due as that train arrived that message you dread came over the Tannoys.

"Will passenger on platform 6 for the London Northwestern Service to Birmingham New Street please standby for an announcement".

Sure enough we we told our train now was coming in on Platform 11 and in the process of moving at speed I almost fell over and fell my case at which point an Afro-Carribean woman comes along and picks it up and says she'll help me.

So we form a partnership getting to this platform - me feeling progressive more like the child in this relationship of sorts and one missed direction we do get about about and I thanked her most purfusly.

Getting off at the other end a bit shaken up still, a white guy with strong Black Country accent sees I'm a bit shaken and not only offers to take my case for me down the stairs but sees me into station concourse

We often read of the worst of people and it can be easy to buy into it but certainly I felt I had met some of the best examples of humanity you could for in the most ordinary of situations.

I love doodling

I've always loved doodling, in meetings frequently, all over my exercise books in school or when I'm with other ageplayers as it just destresses me in those sorts of situations totally.

It's also a reason why I tend to keep some colouring books with me from more generic age range ones to those with a single theme because a good half an hour or more working through that neatly helps a lot and indeed in a well planned littles event thing of this nature can be laid on as they can be completed whenever it suits unlike most other sorts of arts and crafts which need to have any mess and spilages contained and things like tables set up.

Consequencies

This kind of conversation at school lunch is so relatable you know.

One kid I hung out with, would hatch a master plan involving deception of Adult Authority figures in our lives such as Teachers or parents in really quite glowing terms about the ease it could be done we all should be in on it.

For our part our minds and our bottoms recalled the spankings we'd had for previous possibly lesser infractions in vivid technocolor so we'd look at each other and say 'meh', 'that can't really work out, John'

That was the beauty of a spanking: You recall the feeling so strongly you never want to go back so it deters you from inappropriate behaviour without getting into really lengthy explinations into why you shouldn't.

You feel the Zolt flash through and that's it.

Tv from the past - Robot Wars

It's been a warm and challenging week with the weather so I thought I'd talk about something else.

Some periods of time with me are in a bit of a fog other periods a lot more vivid but in the great going through of everything a few things came back and that is where we are this week.

Robot Wars was a series that run initially from 1998 to the 2000's starting on BBC Two that had a simple premise.

It was originally presented by Jeremy Clarkson but for series two onwards was Craig Charles.

Make a robot, form a team and compete in a do or die battle against other robots and teams on a stage circuit with a pit and other things to slow you down or for that matter bring you down.

Yes, there are flames to consume robots!

The robot featured is Stinger

The facts and figures Top Trumps style are shown here

Suprisingly hidden away was my Model of that Robot from the era that had escaped my recollection of life in the late 90's , a momento of the show I watched with Dad who loved it and oddly enough Mum.

Being alert

 

Rabbit jumped into a hollow and Pooh and Piglet jumped after him. They crouched in the bracken, listening. The Forest was very silent when you stopped and listened to it. They could see nothing and hear nothing.

“H’sh!” said Rabbit.

“I am,” said Pooh. 

A.A.Milne

Sometimes to descern something you need to switch off the background noise and focus more on what is left.