A Lad from Featherstone

Lambo was a Harlequin. Harlequin is a sativa marijuana strain renowned for its reliable expression of CBD. This strain provides clear-headed effects and the ability to relax without sedation or intoxication. [Leafy.com] Harlequins are probably the World's most famous rugby team. Their replica shirt outsells all bar the international sides. Lambo is their all-time record try scorer (127) holds the record (8) for tries scored in a single match at Twickenham.   A lot of Sativa was smoked, some by folk who are still well known. He played England rugby age 14 to 23, sports car and London life. All ended in Montreal (England U23 tour to Canada) in a lift at 2am. Meeting the manager (Budge Rodgers) in said lift smelling of said Harlequin Sativa was not a good move, the lady with him noticed the smell first, the lady with Lambo thought it was funny. Lambo didn't, nor did the manager. Unsurprisingly, the test team (John Carlton got the nod) did not include his name. His dream was shatte

Here it is.  My very own wedding. Colin & Sheila style.  30th December 2017 It was such a fun day. Enjoy Lambo

I first got the concept of men on bikes in: http://colinlambert.blogspot.co.uk/2015/06/there-were-around-1900-tramadol.html I walked to the Queens Arms, Corton Denham  earlier today to watch rugby, England v Ireland. A big 'all sorts of trophies' game. Ireland win. Meanwhile Tom, Chris, James & Rinze (all with sore bums - base Chakra  to be precise) enter my gaze: Please be patient..

Best drug I know. £10 for a 2 1/2  hour fix. Buy on the door. It involved driving to Glastonbury town hall on a wet and rainy Monday evening. My pension kicks in (I’m 65) 0n 29 th April 2018.   It’s time to get high! The drug is slow to kick in. It's hard but I'm told is called 'the second wind' and I have to be patient. Some young lad (and lass) are making me feel old. They fail to see I am ‘A Lad from Featherstone’ as I leap about, dance and dance and dance and start to feel very short of breath and then this pain down my arm! It’s hard, shaking, pain in my left arm worse, into my shoulder; oh dear what have you taken Colin Lambert (Lambo to his friends). A woman, in a frenzy, stares at me.   She is attractive. A young guy dances in front of me. He is also attractive, bouncing off the ground, arms above his head, chanting ‘I’m alive’. The music’s good, pumping like and making my heart beat in rhythm with the music. I push on, the pain gets worse, I can’t brea

I'm just reading her new book; How To Be Human, The Manual[ ISB whatever]. Contains some fab lines: " 'Eat, Pray, Love' would never have made the best seller list [in ancient times] as; Eat, Fuck Kill would have been a bigger hit". Lets get human after all? Lambo

For the previous post press here. Men in battle. In ancient history the men (Boys 16-24) were sent into battle first. Best chance of winning.   However, after saying goodbye to their wife’s and girlfriends they also needed to visit the ‘Spiritual Ones’ the elders of the tribe to receive priming for battle.   Simple! They made them orgasm whilst singing ‘bread of heaven, bread of heaven , feed me till I want no more. I have heard this whilst standing on the pitch at the old, Cardiff Arms Park. I still shiver. They went into battle energised by the elders. On returning from battle the ‘Men’ had to visit the elders again.   This time to let of steam, to de-compress before returning to their wife’s and girlfriends, the Lion calmed and ready for love. Om For my next post click here.

For the previous post press here. I attended a 5 Rhythms workshop in London over the weekend .  Took Lulu my trusty camper.  Did you know you can park a van in the City (America Square) free from Friday 4pm to Monday 9am? It involved loads of dancing and for me four teachings; 1. If the body is moved through five distinct types of movement a ‘resonance/vibration/channelling of energy occurs, the last of the five being Stillness.  Not rigid stillness, but a stillness of the mind whist being fully aware of one’s surroundings. Yogi’s do it, Owen Farrell does it before starting his run up and 5 Rhythms got me there.  Osho Dynamic Meditation is similar but different.  More later. 2. Men need sex to the extent they will rape, if need be, in order to burst the boil and ejaculate.  I will explain, please be patient. 3. Be aware of the reaction you will receive if one stands in front of 50 women/men and starts chanting; Men need sex, men need sex, men need sex. Let’s stay wi

This movie changed my life. A right angled turn (90 degrees) in ninety seconds. I was eleven, 1964, my parents took me to (Bridlington, East Yorkshire) see the  The Bargee [PG] . My dad did seem quite exited to go.  I fell in love.  Something in the film, no idea what yet, as I am yet about to replay it, just blew me away.  My love [a deep desire/need for more] of The Bargee meant three days later I turned up for the afternoon performance, pretended to be 16 (I was a freaky big ) and the girl on the counter (also pretending to be 16) smiled and took my money.  I felt a huge adrenaline ( endorphin )  rush, walking confidently into the cinema to bluff my age. I loved it even more the second time around.  Heaven would have looked, smelt and tasted like being The Bargee . Hang on see my Ps. I have just replayed it and ... I'm hooked and blown away again. Old fashioned British comedy at its best. I can see why life on the water hooked -anchored even - me from an early age. Lambo P

For my previous blog click here. The end of my honeymoon? Not before a long 36 hours! This morning we paid and left Moness resort, leaving our snow folk (snowman and snow woman) leaning towards each other as the temperature rises they are collapsing into each other’s arms, a bit like this morning with my new wifee, Sheila Gibbons, who at last is less pain free, and was feeling ready for my amorous attention. Yesterday was a walk by the tumbling river then the Dewars Whisky distillery tour before an Italian meal cooked by a well established Nepalese chef in Aberfeldy. This morning was an amazing drive through snow covered mountains, the M6 motorway and a total of 485 miles. A full Scottish breakfast in Perth and 200mg of Modafinil (what keeps fighter pilots, politicians and half the city of London - smart drugs, coke for the brain, awake). Sheila drove for 3 hours, snow, sleet, trucks and scarybits. Wow she is fab. I took over at 4pm, the Lake District was amazing as the sheep se