•    And talking of phone calls.   

    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.

  •    Typical innit?!   

    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.