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Wednesday, 26 December 2012
Thursday, 20 December 2012
REACH OUT TORREVIEJA
The Reach Out Charity, currently supporting 200 families in the Torrevieja area, are very appreciative of the donation The Torrevieja Writers were able to make to them last week and ask for continued support in various ways over the coming months.
At present the charity is based in C. Bella Antonia in town and has a drop-in coffee shop where people can get a hot cuppa along with help and advice from the many international volunteers on hand. The Reach Out Centre Manager, Sandra Stephens said, in a recent article in The Leader newspaper; "Many of these people were drawn to Spain in the boom times where there were many well-paid jobs. But then the recession hit and they suddenly found themselves without jobs."
The centre also provides food parcels for families - small boxes with a few of the essentials of life, such as dried, tinned or preserved foods, rice, pasta or flour, cooking oil, UHT milk, processed cheese, lentils, beans and chick peas and tinned meats or fish. Also provided are baby foods, nappies and other toiletries and toilet rolls, and these items are particularly needed at present.
The charity is planning a move to larger premises in the near future at which time they will open a workshop to repair and renew old, donated furniture to be sold to help finance the charity.
For the full story and contact details see: http://www.theleader.info/article/34768/reach-out-torrevieja/
Wednesday, 5 December 2012
From an email
Considering our attempts at writing erotica, I thought it would be a good idea to post this on our Blog. A friend sent it to me and it made me laugh out Loud - a Lot. I hope you enjoy it. I was also entertained by reviews done by men on Veet O hair removal cream - if you go amazon dot com and look at the reviews on this cream, you will find that there are some very descriptive accounts experienced. Not that you would call erotic, but very funny.
The novel "Fifty Shades Of Grey" has seduced women -
and baffled blokes.
Now a spoof, Fifty Sheds Of Grey, offers a treat for the men. The book has author Colin Grey recounting his love encounters at the bottom of the garden. Here are some extracts...
Fifty Sheds Of Grey
We tried various positions - round the back, on the side, up against a
wall...
but in the end we came to the conclusion the bottom of the garden was the only place for a good shed.
She stood before me, trembling in my shed.
"I'm yours for the night," she gasped, "You can do whatever you want with me."
So I took her to McDonalds.
She knelt before me on the shed floor and tugged gently at first, then
harder until finally it came.
I moaned with pleasure. Now for the other boot.
Ever since she read THAT book, I've had to buy all kinds of ropes, chains and shackles.
She still manages to get into the shed, though.
"Put on this rubber suit and mask," I instructed, calmly.
"Mmmm, kinky!" she purred.
"Yes," I said, "You can't be too careful with all that asbestos in the shed roof."
"I'm a very naughty girl," she said, biting her lip. "I need to be
punished." So I invited my mum to stay for the weekend.
"Harder!" she cried, gripping the workbench tightly. "Harder!"
"Okay," I said. "What's the gross national product of Nicaragua?"
I lay back exhausted, gazing happily out of the shed window.
Despite my concerns about my inexperience, my rhubarb had come up a treat.
"Are you sure you can take the pain?" she demanded, brandishing stilettos.
"I think so," I gulped. "Here we go, then," she said, and showed me the
receipt.
"Hurt me!" she begged, raising her skirt as she bent over my workbench.
"Very well," I replied. "You've got fat ankles and no dress sense."
"Are you sure you want this?" I asked. "When I'm done, you won't be able to sit down for weeks."
She nodded.
"Okay," I said, putting the three-piece suite on eBay.
"Punish me!" she cried. "Make me suffer like only a real man can!"
"Very well," I replied, leaving the toilet seat up.
"Pleasure and pain can be experienced simultaneously," she said, gently
massaging my back as we listened to her Coldplay CD
Now a spoof, Fifty Sheds Of Grey, offers a treat for the men. The book has author Colin Grey recounting his love encounters at the bottom of the garden. Here are some extracts...
Fifty Sheds Of Grey
We tried various positions - round the back, on the side, up against a
wall...
but in the end we came to the conclusion the bottom of the garden was the only place for a good shed.
She stood before me, trembling in my shed.
"I'm yours for the night," she gasped, "You can do whatever you want with me."
So I took her to McDonalds.
She knelt before me on the shed floor and tugged gently at first, then
harder until finally it came.
I moaned with pleasure. Now for the other boot.
Ever since she read THAT book, I've had to buy all kinds of ropes, chains and shackles.
She still manages to get into the shed, though.
"Put on this rubber suit and mask," I instructed, calmly.
"Mmmm, kinky!" she purred.
"Yes," I said, "You can't be too careful with all that asbestos in the shed roof."
"I'm a very naughty girl," she said, biting her lip. "I need to be
punished." So I invited my mum to stay for the weekend.
"Harder!" she cried, gripping the workbench tightly. "Harder!"
"Okay," I said. "What's the gross national product of Nicaragua?"
I lay back exhausted, gazing happily out of the shed window.
Despite my concerns about my inexperience, my rhubarb had come up a treat.
"Are you sure you can take the pain?" she demanded, brandishing stilettos.
"I think so," I gulped. "Here we go, then," she said, and showed me the
receipt.
"Hurt me!" she begged, raising her skirt as she bent over my workbench.
"Very well," I replied. "You've got fat ankles and no dress sense."
"Are you sure you want this?" I asked. "When I'm done, you won't be able to sit down for weeks."
She nodded.
"Okay," I said, putting the three-piece suite on eBay.
"Punish me!" she cried. "Make me suffer like only a real man can!"
"Very well," I replied, leaving the toilet seat up.
"Pleasure and pain can be experienced simultaneously," she said, gently
massaging my back as we listened to her Coldplay CD
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