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Hi everybody, it’s been a while! Glad to see my name still works and am flattered on the presumption that it’s been listed by the good people of the TRF heritage society.
Anyways, whenever I make a comeback to these noble shores, it is for good reason and boy – don’t I just have one!
I’ve started seeing this girl who’s young, naive and willing to try anything. The best thing we’ve come up with is a cane o sixtails which is basically an old flagpole battered to the point it’s split six ways. Very painful and messy.
Now from this, I got the thinking that what would be really devilish (for me anyway) would be to use an authentic racing whip. The noise it makes is enough to get the heart racing and if it can get a half tonne machine to move really quickly then………. well there could be kids reading.
So since I have no contact whatsoever with horsey types, I was wondering if you guys could help. Pretty please! A good equiptment site would be cool though if anybody can supply me with one that’s actually been used in a race then I’ll make a donation to the IJF on one’s behalf. An even greater donation if one get me a winning whip and tell us the horse and race.
Much obliged:)
Hi everybody
For the first time in quite a while, I have found myself in love. This time it isn’t the love for myself, love for my beloved doggy nor love for whatever else in this world needed loving.
Not so long ago, I met a girl called Isabelli who pretty much fulfilled both the ying and the yang that I longed for in my idiosyncratic desire for passion. A quality most girls I have come across could only dream of remonstrating.
It’s a kind of love that comes around only on the rare occassion fate and cupid combine to hit me with something that truly pertains to a part of me lays dormant for long periods.
They say that you have three special women in your life and she is surely one of them.
Since it was my personification of cool, on top of everything else, that made her fall for me, it would be pretty uncool of me to scream from the rooftops so I figured that I’d best use an inconspicuous racing forum to do the same:biggrin:
I’M IN LOVE!!!<br>
Good luck Mr Kotkijet. Your life is about as different from mine as possible but I wish you the best of luck.
Cheers guys
Ah yeah, valentines day. She doesn’t believe in calender based consumption (I am lucky!) but I’ll prolly write a little heart felt poem for her all the same.
Any ideas?
She’s Belgian, Beautiful and Political and she can speak better English than I can.
Well done Kotki !!
If she is Flemish you’ll have to get her into washing her drawers. They’re not too good in the cleaning department. I lived over there for a few years and the Flemish seemed to have a higher proportion of mingers than the birds in other places I stayed in.
Apart from the fatherly advise, all the best.
Spring is obviously almost upon us.
I thought this might woo her-
A beautiful Belgian from Flanders,<br>Her underwear she never launders,<br>Met a young Kotkijet,<br>Who enjoyed a wee bet,<br>And now all of her money he squanders!!
Seriously though Kotki – good luck in your pursuit
I don’t know – I was once mad about a Belgian man and his personal hygiene (not to mention written/spoken English) was better than most British men I have met.
And saying humbug to Valentines day can only be a good thing.
Anyway, I will send as many congratulations and good wishes as an embittered cynic can send…
Elaine
The best of luck Kotki.
Anyone else to have a nice V-Day? I’m spending it in the land of the unrequited (again). :(
Valentine’s Day for me is about girlie single’s nights in anyway, so I can have fun with plenty of takeaway, ice cream and slushy films!
Having spent V-Day last year lying on the floor getting drunk, crying and throwing up having been dumped by someone I mistakenly thought was special the night before, I am trying to avoid all couple-y things this year. But have a nice day to all those happy people :biggrin:
K,
as someone who met and fell in love with his future wife, when in his first year at Uni, and who 21 Valentines on can safely say he loves her much, much more now than he even did then, I still feel obliged to suggest this:
<br>Shag her, and move on…
Kotki, my doggy loving little scrapper, I presume this link takes us to a picture of her –
http://www.totallycool.net/Isabelli.html
Woo, Woo!
If so then I second Tooting’s advice without the move on bit!<br>
Good news Kotkijet but it`s hardly likely to be love is it in the true sense of the word.As for Valentines Day you can shove it up your …. Here`s my romantic effort this afternoon.
4.55 p.m.<br>I make a call<br>"Hello"<br>"Hi it`s me."<br>"How you doing."<br>"I`m fine,listen I can pop round for half an hour any chance of a quick bj"?<br>"Sorry love I,ve got to go to the shops,maybe next time,call me yeah."<br>"Laters."<br>Hangs up.<br>
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