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What is your vice that you can't do without or do you have a secret pleasure.


Mine is: On a friday after work I binge on cheap junk food till about 8 then have a spliff after which I usually sink about 8 tins of Stella in front of the television, alone. I do this to purge myself of all the male confrontational attitude and proximaty of a large building site as well as forgetting the thud and humming of machinery and it works and I get away with it because the missus is at english lessons all night, ha ha. Yes I know it's a bit sad but it's one of my guilty pleasures.


Always look at the confessions section on the Gumtree, there are some wierd people out there.


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There are more but strangly I can't think of any at the moment but I'll remember soon

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LegalEagle-ish Wrote:

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> Wouldn't be secret if I told you!


O.K not secret as in what type of porn that would raise an objection (sorry can't help myself) just stuff which you think maybe a little bit unique+guilty.

A large and growing collection of Blahniks, Louboutins, Choos and Birkins. That's shoes and handbags to the uninitiated.


Edited because I failed the genuis test - sorry - that's not really a secret is it.


My secret vice - are you mad; that's something I can't even touch on with my closest pals after several cocktails, let alone on an open forum!

Crikey.. here goes..


Every Wednesday afternoon, Mrs *Bob* drops young *Bob* at nursery and then takes the credit card for a spin at Bluewater.


As soon as she's gone, I head down to the shed with my iPod.

I close the door, strip down to my underpants and - whilst listening to The Carpenters - gently beat myself on the bottom with the smooth side of a table tennis bat.


There! I said it.

*Bob* Wrote:

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> Crikey.. here goes..

>

> Every Wednesday afternoon, Mrs *Bob* drops young

> *Bob* at nursery and then takes the credit card

> for a spin at Bluewater.

>

> As soon as she's gone, I head down to the shed

> with my iPod.

> I close the door, strip down to my underpants and

> - whilst listening to The Carpenters - gently beat

> myself on the bottom with the smooth side of a

> table tennis bat.

>

> There! I said it.


Are you my neighbour Bob?

Sigh


Apart from the normal sorts of things, I often find myself sitting alone in my lounge at 2am thrashing away trying to beat my score on Guitar Hero (just one more attempt and I can get this song past 80,90,95%...)


Result - Poor Eyesight, strained wrist and lack of sleep (at least I think that is caused by Guitar Hero.. will have to double check with the priests)

LuvPeckham Wrote:

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> Sigh

>

> Apart from the normal sorts of things, I often

> find myself sitting alone in my lounge at 2am

> thrashing away trying to beat my score on Guitar

> Hero (just one more attempt and I can get this

> song past 80,90,95%...)

>

> Result - Poor Eyesight, strained wrist and lack of

> sleep (at least I think that is caused by Guitar

> Hero.. will have to double check with the priests)


Luv, you really need to get yourself a girlfriend, ask Miles, I'm sure he can help, hmmmmm maybe he won't now though due to that little campaign you will have going on the weekend.

karter Wrote:

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> LuvPeckham Wrote:

> --------------------------------------------------

> -----

> > Sigh

> >

> > Apart from the normal sorts of things, I often

> > find myself sitting alone in my lounge at 2am

> > thrashing away trying to beat my score on

> Guitar

> > Hero (just one more attempt and I can get this

> > song past 80,90,95%...)

> >

> > Result - Poor Eyesight, strained wrist and lack

> of

> > sleep (at least I think that is caused by

> Guitar

> > Hero.. will have to double check with the

> priests)

>

> Luv, you really need to get yourself a girlfriend,

> ask Miles, I'm sure he can help, hmmmmm maybe he

> won't now though due to that little campaign you

> will have going on the weekend.



I Love my guitar..... what more do I need in life ?


And I haven't got a campaign against "Mr Miles and Boon", I am just warning the lovely ladies of East Dulwich about our local Cad, Harem operator and general all round bounder.

I think I have far too many guilty pleasures to mention... being raised a Catholic I think I am programmed to feel guilty whenever I do anything fun...


*removes tongue from cheek*


Seriously, the pleasures I have I don't feel guilty about are having a nice bottle of wine over the weekend (might feel guilty if I necked it in one night... or hungover anyway!), burning scented candles and buying myself the occassional bunch of flowers.


Really guilty plesures - buying take out and then throwing half away when I have healthy food in the house, spending too much time surfing the internet rather than doing something useful or more fun, buying more than I need.. of lots of things, especially shoes, books, fancy toiletries etc etc.

When I have a spare hour, I treat myself to a stationary non sales event at R*ylon.


I enter, wait around for 15 minutes until someone appears , then have the audacity to ask for soemthing I can see on display, usually to be told they dont have it.


Then I peruse the pens, select a nice one and ask if I can test it


How we laugh as I am bundled out of the door

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