I just woke up to this text sent late last night: “Any Jan sale? Plz let me kno, got ass 2 die 4.”

Apart from the fact that I don’t reply to randomly sent texts, yes, I know I have an ass to die for, but to answer your question no, no January sales.

I already have one of the lowest rates in Central London. Most fees are £150 and upwards. Which I was for a while but reduced back down to £140 in sympathy of the recession, which people seemed to have appreciated. So no, the last thing I’m going to do is reduce my prices even further, even if it’s just temporarily. I reckon I’m worth every penny as it is.

I’ve also heard from ladies who do temporarily reduce their rates with some sort of special deal, then have trouble going back to their original rate. Some gents who’ve taken advantage of such special deals, then expect it permanently and will actually argue with ladies on why they think they deserve that special rate all year round. Thus leading to grief and headaches.

Saying that, I’m not totally unfeeling. If you’ve been following my blog from the beginning, you’ll have remembered the odd discount on overnights and long bookings when I’ve stayed at an airport hotel the night before a flight. I think I’ve done that a couple of times.

But sorry, when it comes to my hourly rates, a discount is never going to happen. Not even seasonal “sales”. I think that with all the services I provide and considering my constancy in the business, my hourly rate is more than fair. It also needs to be considered that I do pay an ad hoc rate on the flat in Victoria.

But to whoever sent the text last night, thank you for making me smile this morning.