Everybody needs good neighbours...

            Haters be hating' and London living comes with a few other added pains in the ass, cramped into small spaces means effectively hearing a lot of other peoples lives, for example an Indian couple that lived below me used to have blazing rows in the small hours, Once I heard the guy involved in the rows say (in thick Indian accent) "I will send you to hell with my foot in your ass" which cracked me up. I learned not to get involved in the squalor of city nonsense, don't fuck with me and I won't fuck with you (unless your between 18-32, female and like'in some wolf) anyway I play electric guitar and I'd like to provide them with no opportunity to disturb my regular jamming. So imagine my annoyance at finally closing a sexy blonde student who'd flaked numerous times only to be interrupted by a loud banging on the ceiling...fI've nearly finished but I find myself pulling out and feeling a rise of fury at the cheeky cunts, but student calms me down and I forget about it ! next day I get this:

Had me in stitches, at first...

                        The lazy or inept are always nosey and judgemental so I find it funny as fuck, c'est la vie I think, its just more social proof to have a giggle with and DHV myself with, but then a month later, after only one more really crap lay I get this.. 

Right get a brew on, this means war...

The abrasiveness of these sub IQ trolls makes me lose it, an head downstairs with all the determination of Hulk Hogan heading to the ring to reclaim his title against the undertaker in 91'. I wrap on the suspected pricks culprets door, no answer so I knock again, this time harder and I hear whispering inside but still no answer, theres nothing for it..I open the letter box and shout through "come out an talk..you know, like adults do", more whispering ensues but still no response, again through the letter box I bellow  "put one more letter through my door and I'll put one more fist in your face!" which does get a response informing me that the police have been called and I'll be arrested imminently, my reply was "yeah course I will sweetheart!" and  return to my night and wait for the filth, who unsurprisingly never arrive.                It would be natural to think I'm preening here to prove how successful a gamer I am..yup! but its actually bullshit I haven't had nearly as much adventure as previous years (largely due to motivation) an my neighbours before have been nothing but welcoming to me. Conclusion:  This country needs to apply a basic spelling test to its visa requirements. I need soundproofing.

Polish Blond fail

            Daygames been hard lately, due to a stressful financial deal I'm involved with my vibe management has been draining me and going by my results the girls too, being turned over by lazy twats who need constant micro management has me shook and left my vibe is underlined with rage..obviously a huge obstacle, if I didn't know my mad skills I wouldn't be suffering.


                              

             My regular wing is in Lagos moaning about how he can't game, CT is having another meltdown and Cai's game has crashed since finding a tinder girlfriend so I prowl with noobs.

              For a long time I used to enjoy spazzing them out by pulling a fast number close or doing a high pressure open, but now I get nothing from it & I just want to get laid with quality totty not play dancing monkey to a boys club. Youngs & millenniums seem to lack the patience and guts to go toe to toe with the DG grind, I worry this will lead to the scaling back or dying of the daygame arts, guess this has its pro's and cons, pro's being less beginner street harassment and cons being a dip in the refinery and high calibre wings. I suspect the only way this stops is if some media exposure on the upside, unlikely with the increasingly far left British media, wait who's that in the pic below you ask?   you got it its my beautiful body language on Oxford st.

"you look like good girl who's been locked in a leather factory"

                      I'm doing what any self respecting heterosexual guy is doing in summer..trying to bang young girls, after a couple of ok sets to nowhere I see a tall catty blond staring at an undisclosed part of Soho square, I make chase and follow her half way down Greek street before jumping in front an telling her she looks like Snow White an accusing her of losing her 7 dwarfs..I note the sparkle in her eyes an label her a yes or strong maybe, the rest is downhill..we swap numbers an she parts saying "this was the best part of my day" always glad to be of service madam.

Her..(If she'd been hotter) 

                  Three days later when we meet up at Soho square and its hug an bounce to the long acre,I order her to find seats while I get the booze an we're off to a good start as she selects one in a dark corner..trying to build vibe, I accuse the barmaid about being an alcoholic and return to the table carrying alcohol and a smile on my chops, probing her sexuality, I'm met with rigidity but decide to pull her in anyway..she takes it but is holding frame and my senses are starting to whisper that this ain't happening.

              En route to venue 2 she says she has to get up early so I shove her into a pissy doorway and snog her placing her hand on my now hard cock..she rubs reservedly an I'm praying for a buying temperature that could rival a Kilimanjaro volcanic eruption, the kind that leaves Tanzania or in this case her work life in a chaos..it's my only shot at bundling her into the uber that I just ordered over her shoulder slyly..as the dopey worn torn countrymen uber twat shows & calls me instead of pulling up in front of wok-to-walk as instructed, I explain while walking that we're going for a night cap before I send her home..


HB pol: whats a night cap?
me: the last drink of the night..you gotta try my raspberry brandy
her: err I should really go..
me: Don't worry I'll get you home later..in one piece
her: erm erm I gotta go..walks away..

              Its burned and I walk home suspecting I escalated too fast an the only way I bang her now is if the gods throw me a gift, still my daygame did its job I tell myself while walking home wondering what kind of porn I'll watch later. +0

Flashlight

            Have a listen to the golden era of music you read this, the Parliament understood.


                 The flashlight has been written about many times and its a pain in the ass.
It follows you like an escaped POW trying to escape the prison compound, when it catches you it feels like everyone watching your every move, its ruined many daygame sessions, particularly solo ones.

                Today you may switch it off briefly and turn in some solid sets that may or may not work out to be fruitful but you know it'll be back tomorrow as you are old friends.

                A close friend and guy once asked by Krauser to come out and wing him is now inactive, he even did a "kill AA event" with Sasha and now doesn't game at all due to his fear of the clubs..Flashlight.

Read this..but I still gave a fuck :( 

                     As everyone knows in big Cities no one gives a shit what you do, so why does Flashlight piss on so many parades? I had a student once who couldn't even ask a girl the time..when I asked why? he said everyone will look at him.

                     After a while of living with flashlight you get an instinct of when it building and it only takes an approach or two to dumb its power, if one of the sets goes well it will often vanish completely, and only then can the indifference threshold be crossed.

indifference threshold

                                      

    For a player that wants to turn off the flashlight follow these Shaolin steps to freedom:

1. Reach slightly outside your grasp, as the months and years go by you better be getting better, otherwise your ass is getting worse.
2. Live in a way that pays tribute to your talents, you gotta feed them as much stimulation as you can!, otherwise they'll die.
3. Never ignore the DNA tug, weaseingl some sets is bro big deal but when you get blessed with the fizzy nectar coursing through your veins, don't fuck about, just go.
4. Always have fun in game/life..you'll tap more ass, you'll enjoy stuff more..no brainer.

            If you feel shit its down to health,wealth or relationships. Which one is lacking? root it out and spend your time on it, the progress speed of its development will be much less beneficial than the mental boost you'll get from knowing progress is being made, no matter how slow it is.

                    "Just what you want to be, you will be in the end"

                                                                                                     -

Justin Hayward

     

The biggest Alpha

Its every gamers goal to be the biggest alpha that they can be..

wanna hit Oxford st?

  

why?
-Get more access to highest grade pussy possible..
-more control over your own life path..
-no one tends to fuck with you..
or is it a primal urge that has been scribed into us via thousands of years of evolution, that society has stifled over time and only a handful can coax out. Either way its clear that some Men are born with a character that naturally leads, and the vibe one gets from the presents of these select micro group is a unique blend of control,dicision and vision, so here I'm going to rank my top alpha. I worked for him for a year and the vibe that man carried remains the strongest influence thats stuck with me, obviously he's a role model that I've tried to simulate, meeting him when I was 19 was a good thing as strong male role models were scarce, and they still are.

1. Micheal Roux

          Micheal Roux is owner and chef of Le Gavroche  The sheer charisma of the man was mind blowing and insisted on your full attention al all times, his determination to task was intense. Theres no doubt bringing these qualities to the street results in a knee deep in clunge scenario.



                               

I'd be fucking good at daygame..

         I've been watching some Good daygamers lately and have noticed theres a lot of similarities in their vibe, its refreshing to watch, when daygame displays clean authenticity, charisma and dertermination the vibe is as mesmerising to gamers as it is to the bird on the receiving end, its simply pure. The authenticity of it can't be faked by Depak or any other random chump. For some people it can be achieved through natural means like Michel Roux or Steve Jabba but that concept is completely foreign to people like me. The rest of us needed the shrill dose of reality that a thousand street sets gives you to wake the fuck up.

       Gamers greatest weapon to combat 'Gammerness' is Daygame as its real world feedback won't let your train head in the wrong direction for too long.

LR:Russia with luv

           It's Friday night an I'm gagging for beer so I link up with Kay in Camden. The mans a phenomena..his game is the best and the worst I've ever seen, hearing him qualify himself in almost every set is cringe as fuck, but his social demeanour is undeniably cool and infectious, hiding your dick is no way to game or live though, and I tell him frequently  to seek out a Skeletor session or two even if this means a trip to the highlands.


           The worlds end is teaming with sets and we bounce round opening anything worth while, after a while of this I'm standing with Kay and Ruiz holding court with some American students, one with large bouncy young breasts that have my undivided attention, listening to Kay friend zone himself is too much to bear and it takes literally seconds before the girls start tooling all 3 of us, its tragic! an storm off like a childish pua who's unable to take the judgement of a random girls in his stride..


            Its then I see them by the entrance..two good looking girls both slim and dressed well (out of place in Camden) and hovering near the entrance, the shorter of the two has her back to me as I swan over and introduce myself. I don't feel the love as the taller girl explains in a north English accent "we aving a girls night", my reply "I love a girls night" ploughing on like a Glastonbury headliner who's just been told his last number was shit, the set eventually breaks and after a minute of verbally bamboozlement, I get a good look at her shorter blonder friend and I instantly fancy her and even think "I'd daygame that", an evil plan starts to form. 

She wants to crush the capitalist pigs..

            I notice Ruiz approaching and know I'll need to do the proactive switch before he gets hook, as his observation is non existent, spouting some crap I introduce Ruiz to the northerner an step over to the friend who looks shocked but intrigued (she later tells me she loved this move), it was smooth as fuck in my head but obviously wasn't in reality, in any case its eye fucking time an I find out this bird is Russian and owns a perfectly proportioned petit frame that takes me exactly a nano-second to decide if the doors open I'm gonna smash the shit out of, I'm moving her around once in a while and close the distance so our legs are touching, she basks in the sexual attention and soaks it up (a Krauser cat).

                                                    

           We chat more an swap numbers, and Kay shows and dominates the frame with his infectious vibe and sub zero game. I watch the girls starring at him, its all chill as I've already confirmed that logistically nothing is happening tonight as their en route to a party in Hoxton, I mentally note the northerner is eyeing him up like a cat eyeing up a fish finger, my suspicions are confirmed a few days later when I meet the Russian (27) an she tells me "(her name) well fancies your bald friend"..what followed was a short date at Shaka Zulu with a dirty touchy make out & amp n bounce to her place which is the nicest flat I've been to in London, this place was the shit, views over Camden lock and perfectly presented high grade refurb, all shared with her mentally unstable but hot an fuckable Ukrainian flatmate. I also learn I'll be the first to handle her new boobs implanted only 8 days ago, I treat them as gently as my horny hands allow and I spend half a second wondering if the scar is sore, but then bang her hard an cum on them anyway.


Not much game here, but one of those experiences that make you realise its normally hard and vicious out there, but sometimes games just fucking easy.