It looks like I missed this by a hare’s whisker. It’s a worry in this day and age, isn’t it?
Does anybody remember that nerve gas attack on passengers on the Tokyo subway? A good few years ago now, not sure exactly when.

I won’t say too much as I forgot to seek permission.

I had a two hour booking in Central London first thing this morning at 10am (well, trotting off to a booking through the throngs of 9-5ers on the trains this morning is first thing to me).

Anyway, there were certain services my client required and as we were talking I mentioned the ambience of the hotel room…”good” I said, “the lights are on low, that’ll add to the ambience, the radio’s on for the music, that’s perfect. That way nobody will hear you scream”.

The look on his face was priceless. I wish I took a picture. I’ve said it before to a few clients but I’ve never received such a reaction as the one I got this morning. It certainly broke the ice.

My internet connection was down all day yet again yesterday. If you remember I was down for about a week not a couple of months ago. I called and demanded a week’s refund on my bill. Since I had no service I didn’t see at the time why I should’ve been paying for it.

But since then I’ve had bouts where my server was down for minutes or a couple of hours at a time. Yesterday was the final straw. I had made a start on my first written assignment the day before and I had found a great article on the same subject that I could use as a reference which I wanted to continue yesterday but couldn’t.

I’ve cancelled my contract with Virgin Media and given them a month’s notice as is the requirement. But before that I gave Sky a call and signed up to the broadband and phone call package, to go alongside our tv package. The difference between the Sky package and the Virgin Media package I’m paying for at the moment is nearly £50 per month. Of course there was the usual patter of trying to get me to stay, reducing the cost of my current package, even offering me a month’s refund. What’s the point? Until the next time when the internet goes down, for a week.

There will be a transition from Virgin Media to Sky and I daresay I’ll probably lose a few days anyway, but I’ll be breathing a huge sigh of relief when I leave Virgin Media behind.

Seeing a Catholic priest, dressed in full regalia (full smock and skull cap) walking to Victoria Station. I assume he was coming back from Westminster Cathedral. And on other side of the street there was what I assumed a couple with their children, also coming from Westminster Cathedral. How do I know? The stickers stuck to their chest with the words “Nope Pope” written on it. I did hear on the news that was a protest to the Pope’s visit organised in Central London yesterday.
I must catch up with the news this morning to see how it went.

(With permission)

I had a couple of bookings yesterday, both gents were first timers in coming to see an escort. I know gents get nervous when coming to see a lady for the first time, so I always say kudos to those that do take the plunge, as nerve-wracking as it may seem at the beginning.

The first gentleman wanted a bit of play-wrestling. It wasn’t something he’d done before, he’d seen it in movies and on the net and thought he might try and give it a go. Unfortunately it turned out that he wasn’t quite as turned on as he thought he might be, so we abandoned that idea after a while and moved on to other things. Things that put a big smile on his face.

The 2nd gent liked the look of my bum and wanted to experience it for himself first-hand, instead of just gazing at the pics. So he booked his first appointment with an escort and came down from Wakefield to spend the day in London, squeezing in a visit to me.
We had a wonderful facesitting session, both knickered and un-knickered and I tell you what, it’s amazing how the nerves just flew out of the window. Said 2nd gentleman had himself a wonderful time. Both gents are welcome back anytime.

The 2nd gent did give me a giggle though. When he went to freshen up after our session he took his flannel that he’d brought with him and his underpants into the bathroom to have a quick wash. When he came back into the bedroom his underpants were soaking wet. Turns out he mistook his underpants for his flannel and soaked them under the tap, ready to wash his face with them. Even funnier, he now had no underpants to wear back home and he had to “go commando”. It was funny watching him “adjust” himself. I hope he wasn’t in too much discomfort travelling all the way back to Wakefield.

It was a pleasure gents.

If you’re going to see your favourite lady this weekend gents, or you’re just out and about, remember, what with the pope visiting London this weekend there’s going to be a bit of upheavel out on the roads. What with the tube works that are already going on this and every weekend, travelling around Central London should be a barrell of laughs.

As I understand it, there’s stuff going on today at Lambeth Palace, and the Westminster Abbey area. Tomorrow again in the Westminster area at the Cathedral itself, then Hyde Park in the evening. Roads will be cordoned off and bridges may be closed. Keep an eye on the BBC London website.

Happy travels gents.

In my other job yesterday I was being observed whilst working away on the phones.

We have a new wave of volunteers that are being trained at the moment and one of the trainees had to do some observing with us “seasoned” volunteers. Me, seasoned,lol. My goodness, haven’t I come a long way from doing the observing myself as part of training way back in, what was it, January. Just 9 short months ago. I’ll be running the place soon,lol.

In other news, my studies are going well. I think I briefly mentioned that my tutor called me a couple of weeks ago to introduce herself and say hi. And last week I settled down and got on with my reading. I really should’ve done some more studying this morning before going off to work but I did have to do some advertising and answer a couple of emails. I must find the time to do some tomorrow, it’s really interesting stuff.

I try not to be too political or talk religion on my blog, two incendiary topics that always creates a stir and I don’t want to upset anybody.

But I do have to express my delight and relief that the pastor from Florida has shelved all plans to burn the Koran on today’s anniversary. It was never a good idea to do so and I don’t know what led him to think it was.
I watched the news this morning and again this afternoon. Because of his planned actions to burn the Koran, there was a small demonstration in Central London this afternoon with angry Muslims burning the American flag. And then there was the extreme right wing outfit, the English Defence League protesting against that. The protesters were just a few hundred all told. Imagine if Pastor Jones had carried through his threat. It was such an insensitive thing to think about doing, especially when watching the news and seeing the various memorial services here at home and in New York and Pennsylvania. Maybe he should’ve asked the opinions of the victims families first before his idea became public. See how they felt.

Nine years later and it still brings a lump to my throat seeing the scenes from 2001. Not something I’m bound to forget in my lifetime.

Pastor Jones has every right to express his opinions, but I’m glad that common sense prevailed in the end.

You know why? Because some gentlemen can’t seem to be bothered to take the time to read any info on my site. This time I’ve made the effort to twice mention on the new site that I don’t take short notice bookings. Once in the blurb on the “about me” page (or is it the welcome page), and again just underneath my rates on my “rates” page. I know some gents can’t be bothered to read said blurb, so I thought I’d at least put a short paragraph under the rates page. You can’t miss it, can you? Well, it seems you can.

This week I didn’t have any bookings. Not a one. I can’t tell you the last time that happened. And it wasn’t because the phone didn’t ring. Far from it. The phone’s been busy this week. Apart from the few phone calls making bookings for later on this month (I’ve even taken one for October), the rest of the phone calls were from potential clients wanting to see me, like now.
It kind of turned out okay anyway, as things were so hectic at home what with the start of school and the start of my course (my tutor called to introduce herself and say hello on Thursday), the week just flew by. Plus August turned out well.

But there was the gent who called on Thursday night at 8pm, asking to see me at 9pm. I explained that not only do I not see anybody past 8pm, I don’t take short notice bookings. Gent says okay, I’ll call back tomorrow. I say okay, look forward to hearing from you, assuming he was going to call in the morning.

Gent calls back the next day, at 20 to 6, wanting a booking at 7pm. I explained again, I can’t and don’t take short notice bookings, not least because I don’t live where I work. Okay then.

Or the gent who called me at Wedneday afternoon at 1pm, asking me to zip over to Nth London for 3pm. Sigh, no, sorry. I couldn’t possible see you in such a short space of time.

Or the gent that called and said, “I’ve finished work early, can I see you tonight?”

Or the gent who called at 10am on the same Wednesday whilst I was in the school uniform shop, asking for a midday booking! Can somebody pass me a nice flat table please so I can repeatedly bang my head against it. You know what, that’s okay, I’ll use the wall. Gaah!!

Okay, I’ve calmed down now. My apologies and thank you for indulging me. As you might imagine I needed to let that out.

P.S. I won’t mention the lovely young racist gentleman who called me a fat n****r, because I refused when he called asking me to call him back so he could make a booking. And then when I threatened him with the police, he then says well, the police would be more interested in you. I said, um, no, because prostitution itself is actually legal, racist abuse isn’t.

And then kind of apologising without actually apologising says, “can I still see you? I love your arse.” Guess what I said?

Yup, just one of those weeks.

I caught a shoplifter red-handed at my local Tesco’s this morning.

I was going around the aisles, minding my own business, whistling the theme tune to Fame, when in the last aisle with all the soft drinks etc., I saw a man crouched down stuffing bottles of lemonade into a big hold-all. He didn’t take just one or two, he took at least a dozen bottles. We’re talking the big two litre bottles here. The case was obviously empty and the guy was on a mission.

Now the guy hadn’t seen me, as I had come up behind him and he was watching the other direction. I have to admit I stood there for a minute, gobsmacked at what I was seeing, my mind registering the fact that he was stealing bottles of lemonade.

So I gathered my thoughts together and went to find a shop person to let them know about it. I found a lady who I recognised as a till supervisor and told her what I’d seen and gave her a description of what he was wearing.

I tell you what, this guy had some balls. In the meantime, he had a shopping basket in one hand whilst wheeling around the hold-all on wheels, taking his sweet time. He even stop to ask another member of staff where some other either item was.
By this time I was at the till unloading my groceries and he was at one of the 10 items or less tills. In the interim the supervisor had told the security guard about the guy and what to look out for.

As the shoplifter took so long with his other items at the 10 items or less checkout, I was done paying for my goods and on my way to the lift heading to the car park, so I never got to see what happened and I thought it would’ve been a bit weird standing around waiting to see what would happen. I’ll have to ask the supervisor when I’m next in.

The funny thing was, when I was in last week I was just chatting to one of the cashiers at the till who was telling me that since the recession there was a huge increase in shoplifting, to the point where they had to put toiletries like men’s deodorant and Nurofen in plastic cases so they had to be unlocked at the till. That particular store is losing thousands each month through shoplifting and unfortunately passing the shortfall to raising the prices of goods. I was fascinated by the stories the cashier was telling me and I thought it might be good for one of my assignments, should it ever come up.

I mean with this guy, it wasn’t just one or two, as I said it was at least a dozen he stuffed his case with. Maybe it was for his restaurant, or maybe he just had a prediliction for shop brand lemonade, I don’t know. But you could tell he’d done it before. And instead of walking out immediately, he spent at least another 10mins or so, wandering around the store wheeling around the stolen lemonade in his hold-all. Talk about Mr. Super-Cool.
Human nature, fascinating.