I can’t let the week pass without mentioning what’s been in the headlines all week, MPs and their expenses. I can’t help but have a giggle at their expense. The government and the two major parties must’ve been squirming in their comfy pads and second homes this past week as revelation after revelation of what they claimed for expenses (read taxpayers money); from a lemon, yes, a lemon, to a claim for £13,000 for a mortgage that no longer exists. To be fair to the Labour  MP that claimed for the latter, it was all a big mistake and it’s been given back. Not enough Gordon says, as he’s now been given the boot. As have a few others, not just in the Labour Party but the Conservatives have done their fair share of axe-weilding too.

Too little too late I would imagine, as the public has lost faith in these parliamentarians. And what with the European Elections coming up on June 4th, I predict an apathy in the voting and I won’t be suprised if there’s a low turnout that day. Nor should the government.

I’ve also been having a bit of a tinker on my blog as you can see. I’ve had the other theme for a good few months now, I thought it was time for a change.

I think it’s very nice. Whaddya think?

*Smacks hand to forehead*.

I hadn’t realised until now that the comments ‘thingy’ had been switched off.

I’ve now unticked the box, if anybody would like to comment on any posts I’ve made thus far, or who would just plain like to say hello, please do.

His name and this entry posted with permission.

It’s a good thing I’m not the sensitive type and took it personally. We were having a bit of a cuddle afterwards and I could feel his body relax and the snoring was *ahem* unmistakable.

When I gently chastised Michael for falling asleep on me, twice, guess what he said? “I wasn’t asleep, I was thinking heavily”. Luckily for him I found that funny.

I did feel slightly guilty when he told me that he’d been up since 3.30 this morning making the trek down to London from Newcastle to see his team Liverpool play West Ham at Upton Park. They won 3-0 so it must’ve been a good day and worth the early morning. He’s now making his way slowly back to Newcastle.

Thanks for squeezing me into your day today and thank you for the fudge. Have a safe trip back home.

I know it’s a bit of a strange day, trying to get away to see your favourite lady. Saturday’s are usually the casualty of the week. I’ve just had another booking cancel for tomorrow afternoon, my second Saturday in two weeks.

So, I’ve got nothing on for tomorrow. It’s a toss-up between work, and going to see Star Trek with undoubtably heaving fanatics chanting “Live long and Prosper” or “Beam me up Scotty.” Don’t get me wrong. I’m a trekkie fan and I would love to go and see the new movie, but maybe when the rush  has died down a bit.

If you’re in the Victoria area tomorrow (Saturday), give me a call. Give me an excuse to put off seeing Star Trek.

Live long and Prosper.

“Very clever, Mr. Rose,” said in my best Dr. No voice.

Big Boob Bra

Marks and Spencer, one of the biggest and well-loved retailers in the UK if you’re outside of it, has agreed to do away with the surcharge on bigger bras over a DD cup, which would benefit me as I’m a G cup and I buy quite a few of their bras. There’s been a massive hue and cry, with people (mainly women over a certain bra size) protesting how unfair it is to charge us fuller-figured women £2 more for bras, which, apart from the size, is essentially the same. It’s been all over the news this morning and Marks have actually taken out a full-paged ad apologising by saying “we’ve boobed.”

Not that I’m a cynic mind, but methinks this has turned into a very clever piece of marketing strategy on their part. Now as a goodwill gesture, Marks and Spencer is offering 25% off of their bras, in any size, until May 25th, which, I’m sure with countless other women, I’ll be taking advantage before then.

Although I understand their reasoning for charging more for bigger bras, I feel it’s inconsistent with the selling of their other products. The reason is, to make bigger bras take more material. Fair enough, then that same rule should apply to the stockings that I buy from them. I get Ex-Large, to accomodate both my height and the size of my thighs, but they cost the same as a Small. Knickers come in varying sizes, why isn’t there a surchage on the bigger sizes? What about mens socks? And so on…..! Do you see my point?

But the genuis that is (chairman) Stuart Rose has found a way to turn a negative into a positive. And now not only will sales increase in ladies underwear, everybody loves M&S again.

Very clever, indeed.

Man shoots his wife accidently in the foot.

It gives me an idea. Next time we go for a ramble, I’ll take my partner out into the woods, shoot him in the foot and swear blind it was an accident and that it was nothing to do with the fact that he forgot to buy me flowers for St. Valentine’s Day.

May the fourth be with you. Geddit? May the 4th? Today’s date? The Star Wars reference? Well, I thought it was funny.

*Blows a raspberry.*

….to say that I’ll be available over the Bank Holiday weekend.

My other options for the three day weekend are too boring to mention, so if you’re in the same position and wouldn’t mind engaging in some bed hockey as an alternative, please do drop me a line or give me a call.

Make Bank Holiday Monday a No Pants Day.x

And I must say how much I missed it.

It has been six weeks since I tore a ligament in my knee and luckily I’ve not had a call for many facesitting sessions; everybody wants sex, which is just find by me.

But I did have my first full-on nothing-but-facesitting session yesterday. And yeah, it was great.  The client was a first-timer (to me) all the way from Maidenhead, who I won’t mention too much as I didn’t get permission to. But he was a doll, very considerate and he’d put himself in some uncomfortable positions to accomodate my knee. I did the whole shebang, forward and backward facesitting, edge-of-the-bed, you name it. My bed has lots of pillows and cushions, so they worked great as both leverages and comfort tools.

I threw in a bit of breast-smothering too, as it was something he hadn’t experienced before. But yes, it was mostly facesitting and we were both having such a great time that my client extended his booking from an hour to 90mins. See, remember what it says on the front page of my website: “Time flies when I’m sitting on your face”. This definitely applied in this case.

And funnily enough, my knee doesn’t feel too bad today. But bloomin’ ‘eck, my thighs are burning. I had a cancelled booking today and I’m thinking now that it was for the best, I think I would’ve been walking home like John Wayne. I need to get some more facesitting sessions in, and get my thighs fit again.

It’s true what they say, sex is a great way to work out.