Kinky La Rue

I had a rather odd one today at around 2pm. And as it was such a strange request I remember this person had called before about a year ago.

It started off simple enough; would I be available today for a two hour booking at Victoria for some face-sitting and forced body-worshipping. I said, if it’s for later on this evening, then yes I could be.

Then he said that he was in a hotel with some priests and could I do Domination with them all before they took their vows!! I told the caller that I remember that either himself or somebody asked me the exact same thing about a year ago, the only addition was that last year they were all Italian. He said yes, he was given my number by the person. I said, well, the person should’ve also informed you that it wasn’t an idea I was willing to entertain. Whilst I’m open to most ideas, I did find this request a little unsettling, simply because of the religious slant to it.

He did ask if he could still see me on his own tonight and said that he would call back in 45 mins to reconfirm. No suprise, he didn’t. Which is fine by me, because as I said previously, I’m still feeling the affects of my long walkabout in the West End yesterday.

But what a strange phone call. And even stranger getting the same call last year. I can only assume it’s a bit of a mickey-taking call the gent indulges in once in a while, bless his cotton socks.

I purposefully had a lazy day today because my bank holidays aren’t usually that busy. I went walkabout yesterday up the West End and down to Covent Garden and was quite exhausted when I got home around 8pm.

I’m still feeling it, so today was the day to do nothing much, beautiful day as it was. And as Sod’s law would have it, the latter half of today the phone’s been ringing off the hook. But it’s something that couldn’t be helped anyway as most of the calls were short notice and I do explain on my site that I can’t do short-notice bookings. I get the impression that now the day’s over, it may be time for a bit of slap and tickle. Sorry gents, better planning next time perhaps.

I made it back over to Westfield shopping centre yesterday. It is indeed a beautiful place, a shopper’s paradise.

Anyway, I stopped in the Rigby and Peller branch there and got myself measured. I hadn’t been measured in a few years, which really is a big no-no. As a woman it’s something you’re supposed to do every year, so you don’t end up wearing ill-fitting bras.

The good news that not much has changed.  I tried on one G-cup bra which fit me perfectly, but when I tried on a different brand it didn’t exactly fit properly, so the assistant got me another bra in an H-cup…and that fit perfectly. Isn’t that strange? I guess it’s like when you go into two different stores and the one size fits you differently.

So what do I do? Advertise myself as a 40-G/H cup? I guess it’s a little extraordinary but it would be fun trying to explain that to those who ask. “Are you a G or an H cup?” “Well, according to Rigby and Peller, corsetiers to the Queen, I’m inbetween.  And if that’s what they say I am, that’ll do for me.”

They are a tad out my budget, with bras ranging from around £60-£70, but they keep their shape and last for years. I was lucky enough that a kind and lovely customer treated me to a lingerie set (in I think, either 2003 or 2004). Whilst the knickers have long gone by the wayside, would you believe the bra still fits, still holds its shape. Mind you, simply because it is Rigby and Peller, it’s not every day wear. But I try and hold out for their sale where many of their products are half-price. It’s good for a girl to have a couple of Rigby and Peller bras in her lingerie drawer.

I received a letter from PCWorld yesterday, telling me that they’re sorry to hear that I’m having trouble with the computer I bought in 2006. I’m not sure if they’re being deliberately obtuse or what, but I did tell them that the ‘puter was bought in 2008 and is less than a year old, sending them a copy of my receipt as proof.

So I’ve had to fire off yet another letter pointing out their mistake. I’m sending that one registered too. So yes, it is costing me a few quid and I have the sneaky feeling that PCWorld are doing this on purpose in the hopes I give up so they don’t have to give in.

I’ll take as long as it takes to get what I know I’m legally entitled to.

Subject to the gentleman confirming, I have a booking tomorrow early evening between 5.30-6.30pm. If anybody’s up for some rumpy-pumpy either around 4pm or afterwards at 7pm and is in my vicinity around the Victoria/Belgrave area, give me a call. Please remember to give me some notice.

Those who read my blog regularly may remember that I treated myself to a new laptop for Christmas. It’s a Compaq Presario CQ60. I knew I should’ve stuck to a Dell.

Typically, 6 months in the battery started playing up. When unplugged for a while it doesn’t always charge when plugged back in. So in July I took it back to PCWorld and they fobbed me off, saying it wasn’t part of the manufacture’s gaurantee as it wasn’t part of the computer!! Okay, I thought. The computer cannot work without the battery when unplugged so how it isn’t part of the warranty I fail to understand. And also seeing as my year’s warranty is with PCWorld and not Compaq, I knew their excuse was a load of poo. So I left and came back home. At the store was no time to argue.

The next day I went on-line and got the number for Consumer Direct. SJ had told me about them and I knew they could help. Sure enough they were wonderful. They informed me that I was well within my rights to ask for a new battery as the computer was less than a year old and that I should write to PC World quoting the Sales of Goods Act 1979 and that I’m aware of my entitlement to a new battery. I was advised to give them 10 days to respond and if they didn’t I was to write to them again, giving them a further 7 days with the promise (not a threat) of taking them to court if I don’t receive either a response or a new battery.

I have already written to them once, to which PCWorld failed to respond. So I sent a follow-up (registered) letter last Thursday and they have a until the end of the week to respond to me one way or another.

Isn’t it funny how these companies think that once you’ve bought goods from them, they no longer have to respond to the consumer when written to. I suppose they’re hoping I’ll just give up and go away. They don’t know me too well, do they?

I’ll be interested to see how this goes. Stay tuned.

England won the Ashes back from Australia. Nice one the lads.

It was a little funny though, watching the England cricket team going back to their hotel. It’s one of the few hotels in Central London I’ve been to see clients. I couldn’t help but have a bit of a chuckle to myself when I saw it on the news this morning.

Anyway, well done to them. A fitting end to Andrew Flintoff’s test career.

Nice little urner.

Yesterday evening I had two bookings that had a couple of parallels.

Not only were both customers new to seeing escorts, both of them were 24yrs old. For those few hours I felt like Anne Bancroft as Mrs. Robinson in The Graduate. Who says I’m past my prime?

"Mrs Robinson. Do you think we could say a few words to each other first this time?"

I would say I’m raring to go, but I’m still suffering from trying to get home on London Transport yesterday. That’ll teach me to travel home on a Sunday. It took me an hour and a half just to get from London Euston Station to Croydon. The journey from Manchester down was better.

Anyway, I’m back home taking a day off today, but I just wanted to say thank you to those who visited me in Manchester. This was by far, the best tour I’ve ever had, not just because it was busy, but because I met more lovely people. Sorry to “M” from Thursday, whose offer of a bit of sight-seeing I had to decline as my Saturday was so busy. I’ll make it to Old Trafford yet. Mind you, the closest I did get was walking through the throng of red-shirted supporters going in the opposite direction on my way to Piccadilly Station yesterday. It was a bit of a buzz.

And a big thank you to lovely regular client “Twiggy”, for the bag of chocolate-covered vanilla fudge from your local town. Better than Thornton’s.

And talking of “Twiggy”, look what he and I got up to. “Twiggy” (he knows why I call him that) is a face-sitting officionado, he’s been indulging his predilictions for years so he knows what he likes. Anyway, he sought permission to take some pictures of our time together on Saturday for his private collection, being a trusted customer and knowing that I didn’t want any identifiable bits in the pics, I was happy to oblige. I think they’re great. I did try to ask him what he thought, but I couldn’t understand the muffling sounds he kept making. But I do know he was one happy bunny, weren’t you “Twiggy”? And didn’t the camera do well?

I'm sorry, I didn't see your face there.

Can you breathe? No? Good.

I was contemplating bringing my laptop to Manchester with me, but I’ve decided against it. I have enough dragging of my luggage around with my illicit bits encased. So I’ll be back on Sunday with a commentary on how the tour went. I’m looking forward to it, seeing old clients from way back and meeting new ones for the first time.

I’m still trying to fit in a visit to Old Trafford, or at least Trafford Centre at the weekend. The Saturday is fully-booked at the moment, so maybe Friday, we’ll see. It seems strange that I keep making all these visits up there and not get the chance to get to that corner of Manchester. But I do tour first and foremost, so any sightseeing has to be secondary. I’d spend a week up there if I could.

Anyway, enough of the rambling. A bit early but have a good weekend all.