Nostalgia...Such Sweet Agony!

Hi chums. Just a quick update. My gym is shut today so I am sitting outside my local wetherspoons pub but before I came out I fixed my home desktop computer. The problem turned out to be a faulty case fan, not a power supply fan as i had feared. I had already bought a suitable replacement which took just a few minutes to fit, so as from tomorrow normal service will be at last resumed and i will also be continuing with my publication-scanning project (eventually to encompass not just spanking literature / images but also a whole range of subjects – some of which are not related in the slightest and may deserve their own blog / website). I have had one or two requests - including one for images of women holding the good old fashioned Scottish tawse – which i shall be happy to oblige in the fullness of time, possibly beginning with those tawse pics as i am searching for such images myself at present with an eye to the cover of the upcoming new volume. Talking of imagery – Monday afternoon last, saw my journalist / fashion-bunny partner and your scribe at the Victoria and Albert museum , attending an exhibition of digital / computer art. Then it was off across the Thames to the BFI (British Film Institute) to attend a preview of the film, '44 Inch Chest' which was followed by a question and answer session with one of the writers, David Cinto, and two of the actors, John Hurt and Ray Winston. It has been commented – and having seen it, I concur - that it would make a good stage play. I would imagine it running something along the lines of an Arther Miller production, but that;s just me. More interesting stuff (as far as you spankos are concerned) will be coming your way tomorrow, but for now I have to nip down to a deservedly obscure land known as Stokenewington. I lived there once, in the period when my wife and I had our little submissive plaything living with us. It is a tale that I have alluded to more than once before and that coincidently I was reminded of only yesterday. I was somewhat worse for wear, swaying in a fairly rough Tottenham pub and fairly drowning in nostalgia, watching 1980s pop videos on their plasma screen, when I spotted a scene shot in Regent Street in which, in the background, could be seen the window of the old Alexandra Workwear shop (now sadly departed this earth) featuring a manikin kitted-out in a rather fetching light blue nurse's dress. I will always remember our first trip to that emporium with our Penny – my wife had spotted a nice ensemble in its window, an odd confection in hindsight, the dress having a skirt in a solid block of colour and its bodice in a pastel candy-stripe, the two parts being realized in two entirely different fabrics with the upper part having the charming attribute of almost appearing semi-transparent under certain circumstances. Well certainly it could reveal enough with little more than quarter-cup support beneath – and our young penny was somewhat over-endowed in that department as I recall – very fetching with a candy-striped waist apron to match and – later – a lace-trimmed cap. There were a few yelps and swishy cane-strokes involved in that venture – when we got her back home – I can tell you! Ahhh! Nostalgia...Such sweet agony it is!