This week.

Thursday, November 24th, 2011

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.

The week in review.

Sunday, November 20th, 2011

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.

SE1

Wednesday, November 16th, 2011

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.

Somebody liked my pictures so much…..

Thursday, November 10th, 2011

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.

The week went well…considering.

Saturday, November 5th, 2011

What with having to book a dayroom at a hotel in the SE1 area to accommodate both my appointments on Wednesday, there was always a chance that something would go wrong. The person who originally booked for an hour after my 3hr chap never got back to me but luckily there was another lovely young man to take his spot. And I’m happy to say everything went smoothly. Well, apart from a minor blip during my long booking but as seasoned as we both were, client and I didn’t miss a beat and we carried on. I was happy to leave him some feedback on Adultwork as I had a great time with him and he was kind enough to write me my very first review on the site here. Not being your mainstream kinda chick I don’t get many reviews, so it’s always nice when I do get one. So thank you kindly.

A quick bite (well, if you can call half a packet of cheese and onion Walkers a quick bite), and a quick shower and I was ready for my 3.30pm. He was another chap that I had to cancel on due to lack of incall facilities so it was a good thing he was flexible and could squeeze me in on the same day. So all in all it was a good day. With an hour’s outcall at the crack of dawn this morning (9am on a Saturday is the crack of dawn to me) into Central London again it was a good week considering. A lovely-sounding lady who read my plea on SAAFE was kind enough to offer me the use of their place in the SW11 area but it’s not all that hot for transportation links, so I had to decline. So the search continues.

Meanwhile, next week I’ve booked another dayroom for a session with Yorkshire P at 1pm. If anybody’s in the Central London, SE1 area next Friday afternoon and would like some daytime nookie before 5pm drop me a line or give me a call, or, if you’re in the area anyway and would like a daytime booking on any other day, let me know. I’ll see what I can conjure up.

When you’re searching for your favourite book store

Tuesday, November 1st, 2011

and you can’t seem to find it…

Now I love Judge Judy,

Tuesday, November 1st, 2011

and I love Judge Ross, but who’s the best. There’s only one way to find out……FIGHT!!
(PS. If you don’t watch Harry Hill, this means nothing to you.)

The Bio Channel’s Judge Ross.

In a pickle…again.

Saturday, October 29th, 2011

Admittedly I didn’t think I’d be in this situation again so soon. A problem has recently arisen with my incall base. Last week my landlady apparently received some bad news from back home and I had to cancel a booking I had made for last Saturday (sorry pet). I’ve been trying to reach her off and on since, both to make sure she is okay but also to see what was going on and maybe make a booking for next week but her phone’s now switched off. She may have suffered a family emergency and has had to go back home. Which means I’m left without a flat to work from.

Luckily I had this site in my bookmarks and have had to book a room for a multi-hour booking this coming Wednesday. Ironically, because it’s a long ‘un, it works out cheaper than the rent I’d have to pay my landlady anyway. Another chap I had to let down this week has expressed an interest for the same day, so I may just do the day there and take the rest of the week off, unless I get an outcall. They’ve been a couple of decent cheaps who’ve understood my dilemma and that it’s something I’ve had no control over. I’ve also had to email Yorkshire P as I have a booking with him on the 11th November to let him know what’s going on. I do hope all is well with my landlady, she was a lovely chick and we got on well.

I’ve put a couple of ads up again seeking new incall premises. Wish me luck. I’ll keep you posted.

My day out yesterday.

Saturday, October 22nd, 2011

As promised to myself I switched my phone off and went out for the day yesterday. But not before I had a couple of missed calls in the morning, both from undesirebles who for some strange reason, think they can waste my time and have it not occur to them that I would’ve saved their mobile numbers, in one chap’s case, both numbers, to prevent them from wasting my time again. I must admit, it perversely tickles me when timewasters call me back, thinking that I’m just that thick I wouldn’t have saved their number from the first instance.

So phone off and I’m off, to London Bridge, first to the Tate Modern, where I saw some wonderful art and admittedly, some art I just didn’t get. There was a free exhibition by film-maker Tacita Dean, which, although I understood her perspective as a film-maker, I still didn’t get. And when I walked in from the River entrance, in the Turbine Hall to my left, there was a massive silent movie on a giant screen with bubbles and what looked like an egg, and then feet. I think I’m one of those people that just appreciates old-fashioned art, like the Rembrandt and Van Gogh Museums which I saw when I went to Amsterdam back in 2000. Now that was art.

I managed to cover all levels, getting lost on level 5. This was 3pm by now and my feet was beginning to ache from standing/walking on them all day (why I didn’t wear my Birkenstocks I don’t know). My temper was beginning to fray. I felt stupid, having to give in and ask one of the curators the way out. I still didn’t find my way out immediately but I got there in the end.

It was 3.30 by the time I made my way to Borough Market. I was sorely tempted to take my boots off and walk in my socks but I resisted the temptation. I enjoyed the sights, sounds and smells that came with the market. I’m not sure if it was the time of the day but it wasn’t as busy as I’ve normally experienced it. I bought my usual delicacies and some cakes from Konditor and Cook. I couldn’t find the bloke that sold some wicked honey I’d bought previously, but towards one end of the market I saw a stall which sold some pickles, chutneys and honey. I was put off though, by the fact that the whole time I was standing there trying one of her samples (by now stale bread dipped in some expensive honey) the stall-holder was gassing on her mobile to a family member – I could tell it was either a family member or family friend because she mentioned her dad a couple of times – and I thought to myself that as she couldn’t be bothered to get off the phone and see to me I’ll leave, so I did. I didn’t see why I should give my hard-earned to a woman with such crap customer service.
Anyway, I just about made it home by 5pm but I did have to catch a taxi from the station. My feet was killing me by
then and there was no way I could walk the 10mins home. I said my excuse me’s to the taxi driver and took my boots off in the cab. As soon as I got indoors I stuck my feet in some hot water. Next time I go walk-about I’ll wear my Birks.

If I give myself another day off I think I’ll go to the British Museum. As I said I haven’t been since my school days and it’s about time I add it to the list of things to do in London. There’s also the British Library. I may even be able to visit them both in the same day, like I did a couple of years ago with the Museum of Natural History and the Science Museum in South Kensington. I’ll see how the rest of the year goes. I have another two days of training coming up in the next 10 days and I’ve signed up for another course in December. If I get another Friday to myself, I’m off again.

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Below are some pictures I took inside the gallery. Excuse the lighting, remember there was no flash photography allowed. I also tried to remember the name of some of the pieces I took pictures of, but 24hrs later my mind’s a blank. Hope you like them though.

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More pics of my day out.

Do you know what grinds my gears?©

Wednesday, October 19th, 2011

What grinds my gears is when a gentleman calls to make to make a booking, but first proceeds to tell me off because he’s been calling every day since Monday and the phone’s been switched off. Sure enough when I looked through the phone afterwards there were a couple of missed call messages with his number. “Whilst you were drooling over the pictures over the past couple of days, did you have a look at the wording where it says I don’t work Mondays and Tuesdays?” I says. “Where does it say that?” he says. “On two pages of the site plus my diary,” I says. “Oh”, he says. “Didn’t see that…..”

©Peter Griffin – Family Guy