Author Archives: Stephen Oliver Bulk

Have you seen what people are allowed to say on the Internet? Practically anything -that’s what! People seem to think that any old rubbish they spout should be instantly posted on line for an incredulous World to see… So I’m having some of that! From now on all my maturer thoughts are going global –Continue reading “Plague Times – Day 7”

Can you absolutely credit it? Here we are in the middle of the worst crisis since Noah said I think it’s going to rain; the stock market is lower than a Ginger Tom’s morals, the plagued are walking the earth, the shops are running out of all the essentials – especially mother’s favourite tipple –Continue reading “Plague Times – Day 6”

The news from the front is grim. The number of people falling foul of this deadly plague is increasing rapidly. I am depressed. I had hoped this would all be over by the Guineas race card, but that is clearly not going to be the case… The situation is worse than anything I could imagine,Continue reading “Plague Times – Day 5”

I have discovered the internet… or rediscovered it I should say… I did use it some years ago, but the adult entertainment was slow and of dubious quality – it was quicker to get my porn from the local newsagents… It turns out Mitzi wasn’t in the spare room finishing a jigsaw. She was usingContinue reading “Plague Times – Day 4”

I check the small print, but as a self-employed sex worker it appears Mitzi won’t be expecting a Government hand-out anytime soon. This gives rise to thoughts of my own precarious financial situation. With my meager retireage at the mercy of a stock market deflating faster than Uncle Willy’s balloon, my usual fall-back – theContinue reading “Plague Times – Day 3”

Cabin Fever! I’m never usually up before noon, owing to an over-indulgence of electric soup from the night before… but drinking from my own cellar has slowed me down a bit. In consequence I am up before the sun is over the yard arm, pacing the floor of my bedroom like an expectant father…. butContinue reading “Plague Times – Day 2”

Stuck indoors with only my virtual non-practicing sex worker ‘Mitzi’ for company…. I awaken from my early evening slump to see Boris Bunter – Owl of the Political Remove – looking like a cornered rat on the telly, telling everyone to stop touching each other and take their misery indoors.  It’s like that dream IContinue reading “Plague Times – Day 1”