I’m not sure if it’s because I had two wonderful clients on Wednesday or what. This time I was near South Kensington, SW7 and the hotel I used was just lovely and not too far from the nearest tube station. I think I’m just liking being able to pick a hotel, book it, turn up, give my best to my clients, then go home again. No drama, no being let down, no having to depend on anybody. And the great thing about booking a day room is that when I reserve a hotel room, I don’t have to leave my credit card details; so if a client doesn’t confirm, I’m not charged. I can even cancel by 10am on the day of the booking, the same time I ask clients to. So if they don’t confirm, I cancel – simple. Another thing I like is having the choice to pick from a few hotels in the Central London area that’s within my budget and also suits the client’s geographical needs. In fact, the more I think about, the more I’m leaning towards just doing what I’m doing for now, I’m in no rush. If I find somewhere, fine. If I don’t, again, fine. So for now folks, hotel incalls is what I’ll be doing for now. There will be certain restrictions, like I can only take same day bookings if I’m already working, and I can only work until either 5 or 6pm, depending on the hotel, but hey, I can live with it and it’s better than nothing. If you haven’t been to see me during the past few months, what you don’t know is that I had two incall addresses at Earl’s Court. Yep, the original incall place lasted about a month and through no fault of my own I had to give it up but I was referred to someone else just down the road. As it wasn’t too far I didn’t see the point in mentioning the change of address, especially as I wasn’t there long enough. So you can appreciate my reticence in having to depend on somebody else’s place to take my bookings from. Hotel incalls are simply more attractive to me at the moment. And remember I can still do the odd outcall in the evenings if I have to. Blimey, a day in the life, eh!

In the meantime I caught up with Warrior Amy on Thursday and we lunched at Fish!, a fabulous restaurant in Borough Market. We had their Xmas Menu. She had the fish pie, I had grilled sardines and salad. My dessert was sticky toffee pudding with ice-cream. Scrumptious. I would’ve taken a pic but I didn’t pause from eating long enough to get the phone out. I’m not sure if it’s the food or what but I’ve talked Amy into taking on an admin role on SAAFE, which I consider to be a massive boon to the site itself. She’s always been a huge champion for the rights of sex workers and if anything close to her heart needed publicity she could always use it as a platform.
And get this, I’ve also talked her into coming to New York with me next March, which’ll be fantastic. Well, think about it, the job search looks like it’ll be going on for some time yet and I don’t see me finding anything in the next couple of months. And if I’m going to squeeze in one more tour, I might as well make it a big one, right? And I can have a buddy to scream at should the clients ever drive me nuts like they did last year. We’ve picked a date that we’re both happy with and we chatted about that and other things, but as usual the time flew by. She had to get back to knackering more clients out and I wanted to get back home before the rush-hour kicked in. But not without stopping at Konditor & Cook of course for some cake (again, sorry, didn’t even have time to think about getting the camera out) and I also bought a few things from the market before heading back to the station.

I know I said I was going to work on Monday but it increasingly looks like that’s not going to happen. I still have a little shopping to do before a family get-together on Wednesday and what with my Other Job on Tuesday, Monday is the only day I can finish off my shopping before then. So next week’s even more limited I’m afraid. You’ve got the afternoon of the Thursday and Xmas Eve itself. That’s it for work next week. Again, check the diary, it’s up to date.

…..is going to be limited as life and Christmas get in the way. This week is a prime example of that.
Today I have booked another day room at a hotel and I have a couple of bookings to keep me busy until 4.30 this afternoon, which is perfect as the room has to be vacated by 5pm.
The only other day I’m available for work is Saturday if anybody fancies a pre-Christmas treat. But remember, please give me some notice so I can book the hotel room. Tomorrow morning is the dreaded big Xmas grocery shop. This is where I cash in all the change that has accummulated in the coffee jar from the past six months. It usually adds up to about £30-£40 and goes very nicely towards the Xmas food bill including the purchase of the turkey. The stuffing, pigs in blanket and posh cranberry sauce have already been bought so it’s left for me to buy the big bird. I will be up and at ‘em first thing in the morning.

Then tomorrow afternoon I have lunch reservations with Wonderful Warrior Amy, who no doubt is leaving a trail of satiated men in her wake this week in London. It’ll be lovely catching up with her and letting her know of my latest acquisition of some Kindle books that *cough* fell off the back of a lorry, of which I’m going to try and get some on a usb stick so she can maybe upload a few to her laptop. Borough Market will also be open and I do love being there this time of year. And at Borough Market is Konditor & Cook. I still mean to treat myself for the pass of my course.

Friday I’m also busy. My unenviable skills as a mummy are called upon during the middle of the day, which will make it difficult for me to entertain the mere thought of working. Saturday is the only day left this week in which to get your leg over if you wish. Email or give me a call, let me know if you prefer London Bridge or South Kensington.

Next week is somewhat of a change as I give up one day a week at my Other Job. I will be free Monday 19th as I give myself a break from this particular job (somewhat, I’ll still be busy on Tuesday) to start another volunteer job in the new year. I’ve been thinking long and hard during the past few weeks and have now decided what I want to be when I grow up and I consider this new volunteer position to be the perfect launching pad into the career I truly desire. I really don’t mean to be opaque, I hope you understand that I really can’t give away too much of myself. I always have to bear in mind who reads my blog. Let’s just say I’ll still be helping people, they’re just a bit more of the vulnerable side of society and it’ll be more hands on. I’ll still continue to be at my Other Job, but that’s now reduced to one day a week, which is still Tuesday. January will be two years (can you believe it’s been two years already!!) and it’s time move on a little bit. Basically I’m still only available between Wednesday and Saturday.

So next week will also be a bit of a dodgy week. I’ll be free Monday, Thursday afternoon and Saturday. Wednesday is Xmas lunch with my extended family and Friday is my day at the National Gallery Museum – can’t wait for that. I’ll take pictures, if I’m allowed.
During the week inbetween Christmas and New Year I’ll be available for a few days. I do have one lunch date to keep and I’m also doing a day on the phones at my Other Job. The best thing to do really is to keep an eye on my diary. It’s updated regularly so it’s always best to check.

Have a good rest of the week.x

Woohoo! Just checking the OU website this morning in the hopes that I don’t have to wait another ten days and see if the results have been posted. They have and I’ve passed! Well, I kinda knew I had when our tutor told us earlier this year, but I’m happy to say that I kept up my average of 66%, although according to the feedback the comment was it was a tad short. I kind of knew that as I had panicked towards the end and we were encouraged to submit them even if we hadn’t completed the assignment. Whilst I completed it I could’ve done with spending another couple of days on it. If you remember at the time I was dealing with the fallout of the theft of SAAFE, but never mind. I’m just happy to officially at last get a pass.
That’s me on a high all day today now! Yippeee!!

I hear you cry! Yes I know, my apologies. I know it’s been over a week since my last entry. Where was I? That’s right, last Friday I was going walkies, the plan was to go to Westfield to do a bit of shopping, have a bit of lunch, read a bit of the Kindle. Well, I achieved 2 out of 3. I had lunch and read my Kindle, but due to a broken down train at Shepherd’s Bush I got as far as Clapham Junction. Platform 2 was totally closed off and unless I felt like taking 2 tubes to Shepherd’s Bush from Victoria it wasn’t going to happen. So I hopped back on the train and went into Victoria instead and had lunch at YoSushi’s at the station. After lunch I went for a stroll and to my delight there were a few stalls from Leadenhall Market at Victoria Plaza. I bought a few items including my first Christmas present so it didn’t turn into too much of a wasted day.

That was last Friday. Saturday I had a booking at one of the hotels in the SE1 area. I tell you what, all this meeting clients in different hotels makes it all feel naughty and a bit clandestine, like I’m meeting various lovers but having to stay one step ahead so as not to bring any suspicion on myself. Anyway, last Saturday’s client was a lovely fella from Glasgow (no, he didn’t come from Glasgow just to see me silly, he lives in Peterborough) who had been trying to get to see me during the week but I needed to take those few days off. He ended up having such a good time he wrote a review about it here. It was great that he thought I was the epitome of professionalism. He was a very forgiving chap, considering we were approximately 15mins late in starting because my train decided to make a like a snail and crawl its way from Croydon to London Bridge. I remember in my rush to get ready for Peterbro’ bloke I put my thongs on the wrong way and ended up with the crutch on my left hip, and you know, I wouldn’t have known had I not looked in the mirror when getting dressed. Anyway, I made sure Peterbro’ fella had a good time and made sure he went home with a smile on his face. Mission accomplished – a lovely wee chap who’s welcome back anytime.
After the booking I hung around to see if I could pick up another booking but it was destined not to happen. The nearest I got was a timewaster who asked if I was “free today”. Yes I am, I says. “Do you have a nurse’s outfit”, he asks. ‘Fraid not, I reply. “What about a schoolgirl outfit”? And it was at this point where I can hear his voice getting lower and lower as he started masturbating. I just sighed, hung up and decided to call it a day. And of course on the way home came the ubiquitous “are you available today” enquires whilst I’m snailing my way back to Croydon. That’s life.

I had a couple more bookings this week. I picked another hotel for Wednesday’s liaison just to mix things up a bit and Thursday’s was an outcall to one of the Hiltons in Central London. I didn’t get home until gone 10.30pm and got to bed around midnight and I thought I’d be shattered but I didn’t feel too bad yesterday. I know, I thought, I’ll take another trip to Westfield seeing as I didn’t get there last week. Guess what? Yep, thwarted again! This time somebody thought they’d try death by train, didn’t quite succeed and ended up injuring themselves and stopping the whole of the Southern Rail network whilst they were stretchered off the tracks. Absolutely no trains going in either directions, said one of the train station staff, with no idea when things’ll get back to normal. I’m just not supposed to get to Shepherd’s Bush am I?? I admitted defeat, touched back out of the station and got a bus to Croydon town centre and just did a bit of shopping there. I figured even if I did make it to Westfield I can only imagine the hell of trying to get home again, so there was no point in even trying. I will get there dammit *as she shakes her fist at the general direction of the train station.* That was at midday. I got home around 3.15pm and trains were running again but subject to “severe delays and cancellations with no notification”. Can you imagine trying to get home in the rush hour on a Friday? Yeahhh, no thank you.

Study day today (I managed to read a couple of chapters of my text book on my Kindle on the way to my outcall Thursday night, brilliant) and SJ’s come down to London for the weekend, so I’ll be seeing her for lunch tomorrow, very much looking forward to it. Warrior Amy’s back in London in a couple of weeks so I’ll be seeing her for lunch too. I also have a tentative lunch date with my study buddy from the course inbetween Christmas and the New Year. Talk about ladies who lunch, I don’t think I’ve had so many lunch dates in one month. It is nice to be out and about, I must admit.

Still waiting for my course results. No word yet.

The only day I’m working this week will be Saturday. I have a booking at London Bridge for 12.30pm. If anybody’s floating around the SE1 area and you feel like getting your end away at 2pm or thereabouts, give me a call. You know the drill.

I’ve taken most of this week off, I had stuff to catch up with; studying, writing letters and recovering from a particulary hectic couple of days at my Other Job, it was mentally as well as physically draining this week. Tomorrow I’m just going wandering. I’m not sure where yet, don’t ask. I’m not in a museum state of mind so I don’t think I’ll do that, that’s next month. There are bits of shopping that I’d like to get that more of a necessity than a luxury, so I might hop on the train back to Westfield. I paid a fleeting visit last Friday when I had my outcall remember? Maybe the Italian market’s still there. I remember one of the stallholders said they should be there again this weekend. Must say I did like their delicacies. Also haven’t had lunch at Yo-Sushi’s in a while and Westfield has one. So it’ll be me, my Kindle and comfortable walking shoes. Ta-ta.

It’s been a good one. Studying commenced (well, last week it did), I had my last training course for the year on Tuesday and I had a couple of lovely bookings with clients whom I hadn’t seen in a while.

Even though, according to my old tutor, I’ve passed part 1 of level 1, I’m still waiting for the results. At the end of every course our assigments have to go to moderators to be double-checked after our tutors mark them, so it takes aaaages longer than usual, about 6 weeks. So I won’t officially find out until “early” December. You’ll know when I know. I’ll be the one doing the happy dance.

Meanwhile I’ve started part 2 of level 1, my psychology module, and I must say, it’s very interesting. I’ve learnt words like authoritarian personality (did Hitler have one?) and ethnocentric (when a person believes their race to be vastly superior to others, again, think Hitler) and that’s just Chapter 1. Another big plus is that somebody at the OU has dragged it into the 21st century and we can now upload our textbook onto our e-readers. I did have to update my ePUB software but I have now uploaded the first three chapters of my textbook onto my Kindle, which means I can read it anywhere. Do you remember earlier on in the year when I dragged my 500+ page book up to Glasgow, and then I tried to go one better and just print off the chapters I needed instead when I went to Manchester? No more dragging large text books around, no more wasting printer paper. Now I can just get it on my Kindle. Whoever thought that up, brilliant idea. Who knows, I may be even able to squeeze out another tour now that it’s easier to bring my work with me *cough*.

Anyways, on to my adventures of still working without an incall base. This week I had a couple of 90min bookings, both lovely in their own way because they were clients I hadn’t seen in a while, one of them I hadn’t seen in about a year. I know this because the last time I saw “G” was at the old Victoria address, before I moved to the new Victoria address in November 2010. Wednesday’s booking was at one of the hotels near London Bridge where I booked a dayroom for our liaison. Friday’s booking was an outcall to Shepherd’s Bush, where that little Italian market was back again, just outside Westfield shopping centre. Do you remember, I’ve mentioned it before? There weren’t as many stalls but there were a still a few, one selling really strong stinky cheese, another selling different types of biscottis. Scrumptious.

I still have had no luck finding a new incall place, so for the moment I’m a bit of a nomad. It’s been adventerous to say the least, flitting from hotel to hotel. I do have to be careful though, not to be seen too many times at one place. It’s easy to become complacent when you’ve found somewhere decent to work from. It’s also unfortunate, for my pocket that is, that the hotels I’m using aren’t too far from Borough Market. I’ll have to learn to curb myself. Meanwhile I’ll keep looking, see what comes up. My landlady in Earl’s Court has definitely disappeared, as her website has too. So I hope whatever it is, she’s okay. I’ve had my webmistress update my site to reflect the changes. There’s no point in saying I’m in Earl’s Court if I’m not, is there? As for my diary, it’s all “a bit up in the air”.

Next month I have an exhibition to go to. Most of Leonardo Da Vinci’s works will be shown together for the one and only time from now until the first week in February at the National Gallery in Trafalger Square. An opportunity I can’t let slip by. The tickets finally came in the post yesterday after I ordered them about 10 days ago. I was beginning to get a little worried. With that and a visit to this wonderful cheese shop in nearby Jermyn Street, it’ll be a lovely day out for me. I just hope it won’t be too cold.

I’ll be in the SE1 vicinity again this afternoon. If you find yourself with some free time between the hours of 3-5pm, give me a call. Please don’t email me, I hate answering my emails on my phone, I feel a bit like Gulliver with the keypad.
My number if you don’t know it by now is 07900 848567.

they thought they’d steal a couple of them and pass them off as their own.

Another escort was good enough to call me earlier this afternoon to inform me that another BBW Black escort who, I assume, thought she looked enough like me to deceive her clients, stole a couple of my pics from my website and passed them off as her. It seems she’s touring in Ireland and her profile is on Escort Ireland and while one of the pics on her profile was a full facial pic (I’m assuming it’s her, she may well have stolen that as well, who knows), she stole one of my pics in my corset with my arse from the facesitting gallery, and also the pic in the first gallery showing me lying on my side on the bed with just my legs in my killer heels, to make up the rest of her profile.

The lady who called me knows that I have no plans to visit Ireland, nor will I ever make plans to, so she thought it was a bit strange seeing my pictures on an Irish escort directory and thought she might check, just in case I changed my mind. She asked me if I was in Ireland, I told her not on your life, why do you ask. She told me about the pics. I had to go on to the site to see for myself and sure enough, there’s no mistaking my bountiful booty on display in the directory; apparently it’s on tour in Wicklow.

To their credit I called and spoke to the webmaster and he removed the pictures there and then. He then went on to remove the whole profile. I already have my own profile on their fledgling sister site, Escort England, which he uploaded himself, so he remembers my facesitting picture. Ironically I did a Tineye search of my images yesterday, just to make sure that my pics aren’t anywhere they’re not supposed to be, but nothing came up (whilst I’ve never had my pics nicked before, I have in the past found them on obscure foreign forums). But judging by the date this thieving escort is touring, she started today, which meant she probably either put the profile up last night or this morning. I’ve been told that if you’re touring Ireland, Escort Ireland is the place to advertise, otherwise you’re stuffed. Whilst I do feel a pang of guilt at torpedoing this lady’s chances of making a living on tour, she’s not going to do it at my expense. I must get into the habit of doing a Tineye and Copyscape search more frequently, both for my personal site and for SAAFE.

Unfortunately it happens all the time in this industry. Lazy escorts new to the business can’t be arsed to come up with their own words when constructing their website, so they steal swathes of paragraphs, or in some cases like Warrior Amy, the whole site, and copy and paste it on to their site. She has Copyscape on her site and periodically checks if her text comes up anywhere, that’s how she found out. I also remember when SJ had her pics stolen on a couple of occcassions; in one case it was an eagle-eyed client who knew SJ and informed her, this escort was in Canada and she actually had reviews saying she looked like “her pics”. I guess it was inevitable that it happened to me sooner or later, but to be honest I was never so egotistical to think that it would. I always thought, “who’d want to steal my pics?” Another BBW Black escort, that’s who,lol.

With the theft of SAAFE to put on to Twitter, I can understand to a point why the escort responsible thought she was doing good putting it on there, so it can have a farther-reaching audience. I understand but as she didn’t ask permission it’s still theft any way you look at it. But to steal another escort’s photos and pass them off as you is deceiving the clients that come to see you, their custom being based on the pictures they’ve seen.

….I emailed my webmistress earlier to ask if she could water-mark my pics and she’s just written back. She was wetting herself laughing, saying of all the escorts to steal pics from, she stole from me. And the escort who called me knew immediately the pics were of me, she said she knew that bottom anywhere,lol. Yeah, bad move, luv.

Note to thieving escorts who think it’s a good idea to steal other escorts photos. Don’t steal content/pics from escorts who’ve been in this business for a good few years, with assets that are unmisstakably theirs. If the escorts themselves don’t catch you, another eagle-eyed good soul will. Better still, take your own bloomin’ pictures. I used to roll my eyes when prospective clients would ask me on the phone if that was me in the pictures. Now I understand why.

PS. You know what made me laugh the most? Written at the end of the thieving escort’s profile was this sentence: “what you see is most definitely what you get”. Umm, not really.

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