I’m not sure if it was because it was the holidays but there was a definte sense of urgency in the air last week.
Apart from the bookings I took, including a long lovely booking with one of my favourite clients yesterday (that made my day), I had quite a few urgent “I want to see you now”-type calls.
I had one such call on New Year’s Eve at midday saying “I want to see you now”. Not “can I see you now” mind, “I want to see you now. I tried to explain that I couldn’t possibly accommodate him as I didn’t live where I worked and that I could maybe get there a little later, but he wasn’t having any of it and hung up on me. Charming, I thought. And a happy new year to you too.
Then on New Year’s Day as I was getting ready to pop up to Oxford St. for the sales, I got a call at 8.30am from a guy in Godalming in Surrey who had not long got in from New Year celebrations, wanting an outcall to his place straight away. I think his adrenalin was still pumping and he was looking for an outlet. Bearing in mind it was New Year’s Day at 8.30 in the morning, although I would’ve had no problem helping him release that adrenalin (after all the sales could wait another day), I tried to explain that Godalming was some way from me and it would take at least a couple of hours to get to him. “Can’t you drive?”, he asked. I said I could but I don’t have SatNav and I would most likely get lost. I’ve never been there before. I asked him if he couldn’t find another lady nearer to him, or he could wait a couple of hours for me. “I just wanna get fucked”, he said. “No doubt”, I said, laughing. I said sorry I couldn’t help and hoped he would get his “fuck” before he went to bed that morning. I didn’t know of any ladies in his area so I couldn’t even recommend anybody. I wonder if he did manage to get his end away before bedtime.
On my way to the sales, I picked up another booking from a guy that had called the night before on New Year’s Eve, also wanting to see me “then and there”. As it was 11pm at night I told him sorry, I couldn’t oblige. I don’t even normally answer the phone so late. I think I was buzzing myself because I was enjoying New Year’s Eve in front of the telly with some rum punch. Normally after 10pm I become surly so the phone is switched off. Also I think curiousity got the better of me, as I wanted to see who would call me on New Year’s Eve at 11pm.
The chap said he’d call the next day, which to my suprise he did. So after a bit of to-ing and fro-ing whilst shopping in Debenhams we finally got a time booked. Being in the West End was a bonus, as it was only a bus ride to Victoria Stn and the flat just behind it. The gentleman turned out to be a really horny Italian guy who was just gagging for it,lol. Again, I was happy to oblige.
It was a bit surreal that day. Walking through the West End, then on to Victoria, I could see the aftermath of the revelry from the night before. Tinsel, deflated ballons and other celebratory paraphenalia was still apparent near pubs and on the pavements. You could also see dried wet marks where booze must’ve spilt. I can only imagine what went on the night before.
All in all it was a bonking good start to the new year.
