Picture the scene
A bright, crisp spring afternoon, clear sunshine streaming in through the open windows into my bedroom where I am sat up in bed with a cold can of beer in one hand and a cigarette in the other, watching England play rugby on TV whilst my girlfriend (who I was head-over-heels in love with at the time) is giving me a blowjob under the covers. You should have seen the smile on my big happy face.

Aaah, bliss :D

Also, in the garden of a little country pub somewhere outside Bristol with two of my best friends. It is summertime and the garden is full of children running about and playing in a manner that is, for once, not in the least bit annoying. At the end of the garden there is a field with horses cantering (or galloping, or doing whatever they do) back and forth in the sunshine. I am comfortably ensconced with a steak and Kidney pie and a pint of Badgers Nose Wurzel Best Bitter (or something equally rustically named)surveying the merry scene with a benign and paternalistic air (I was 19). Nothing spectacular but a moment that sticks in my memory as being close to perfect.

aaaaah, I can almost smell that heavenly aroma of freshly cut grass,horse manure, beer and shitty nappies.
(chocolatepossum, Fri 11 Mar 2005, 16:22, Reply)