Kinky La Rue

I’ve been receiving some interest from the West Midlands, asking me if there would be a chance I could visit. To be honest, I really wasn’t thinking about it, but if there’s enough interest I would consider visiting later on in the year. It would have to be after Glasgow in October, November maybe.

Anybody else interested?

Has anybody noticed the date yet?

Well, as my 12pm didn’t confirm I’m going to venture out and pop on over to  Borough Market. I haven’t been since last summer and I’ve just had a look at their website and see that there are some new traders that are definitely worth a visit, including an Italian guy by the name of Sebastiano Accaputo and his missus who’ll be trading in nearby Jubilee Market, part of what makes up Borough Market.  It sounds like there are some delectables I may definitely be interested in. I’ve been trying to summon up the energy to also pop into the Tate Gallery, but it’s been such a busy week, I think I’ll just have to give it a miss. It’s been a good week work-wise and what with Manchester I think I’ll have a lazy evening tonight.

In other news, I went to look at a car yesterday. It’s a lovely little runner, a ’99 Volvo S40 for £380. Not bad eh?! Apparently the list price on AutoTrader was incorrect, less than the intended price, but the seller, nice as he is, is honouring it. I had a runaround in it and it’s a bit of a difference to my behemoth that is my 20yr old banger. It still has to have its MOT though, but failing that I should have it in my grasp this weekend. Wish me luck.

Wish me luck again because I’ve also sent off my application and payment for the Openings course at the Open University. I know I left it a bit late as the closing date is Monday (16th) so I gave them a call yesterday to see how many spaces were left. The kind lady I spoke to told me there was about 50. I didn’t want to chance it so I popped back out to the Post Office yesterday and sent off my application along with my Tesco’s school voucher. I even paid extra for next day delivery to be signed for, as said kind lady advised that the voucher is considered cash and it would be best to register it. The course starts September 1st. Oooooooh!

Warning: Not for the squeamish!

Talk about different spectrums of this business. I had a blinder of a day today. Two of the loveliest gentlemen I had the pleasure of meeting. The kind of gents who remind me about the good things about this job.

And then….there’s  the oddest phone call I got this morning, just as my first client was turning up.

I received the call from a gentleman who had previously booked for this coming Friday afternoon. He called for two reasons; 1) to tell me that he’d read my blog and would like the Karin Slaughter novel I mentioned yesterday. That’s fine, no problem, I’ll make sure and bring it with me.

Then he says, a friend of his has been looking at my site. He has been looking at my diary page and has seen my regular availability every week. This bloke has asked his friend to ask me, get this, when do I menstruate?

No word of a lie. He’s asked his mate to ask me, a total stranger, when do I have my periods?? Umm, how about none of your business. I was incredulous as I told him to tell his mate as much. I mean, this isn’t the type of question you’d even ask your mother or your sister. Why on earth this guy thought it was okay to ask me about my menstrual cycle Lord only knows.  And not even having the kahonies (sp?), the balls, the nads, to ask me himself. He got his mate to do the dirty work for him.

Sorry mate; the words “socially” and “lacking” spring to mind here and I would rather you didn’t book an appointment with me if that’s what you were thinking. If you think it’s acceptable to ask a woman whose real name you don’t even know, somebody you’ve never even met, those kinds of personal questions, goodness knows what sort of things you think might be okay to say or do in a booking. I found the whole thing somewhat, well, eewww! Not to mention totally inappropriate.

If you felt uncomfortable reading this, imagine how I felt on the other end of the line.

Seriously….

I went into Croydon this morning to run some errands and I picked up a book at the Sussex Bookshop and Stationers that the manager had run around getting for me. I ordered it last week and was horrified to learn soon after that it was a book I already had and I didn’t have the heart to tell him today. It was my fault. The book is called Fractured, by Karin Slaughter. If you’re a fan like me you’ll know that her book titles are very similar sounding.

I paid my £4.99 and thanked him very much for all the running around he’d done on my behalf. So if anybody reads Karin Slaughter and hasn’t read Fractured yet, I’d be happy to let you have it. Brand new, still in the paper bag. The one I’m after is called Broken and as you can see below the covers are similar too. That’s my excuse anyway, and I’m sticking to it.

So if anybody out would like a brand new copy of Fractured by Karin Slaughter, do let me know. Otherwise it’ll go to my local charity shop.

I come back home yesterday, escaping the rain in Manchester, coming back to the gorgeous sunny weather in the South East, and I wake up this morning and it’s raining cats and dogs.

Never mind. Yes, I’m back home after another successful tour. I do love Manchester and I still can’t put my finger on why. Maybe it’s because assistants in the shops greet me with “A’right luv” or “see ya la’er luv” with that wonderful accent of theirs. Maybe it’s the lovely multi-cultural mix that you don’t get in certain other parts of the country, or maybe it’s the Trafford Centre.

Yes, I finally made it to the shopping centre after all these years of saying I would go. It really was a good idea taking a day off to do this, you really do need a day. I got to see a bit more of Manchester. I took the bus and we drove by Manchester Metropolitan University, it’s very big. I even managed to catch a glimpse of Old Trafford; a little tingle went up my spine when I saw the statue of Sir Matt Busby. I think everybody’s head turned in the same direction as mine when they realised we were driving past the stadium.

And then on to the Trafford Centre. Goodness it was massive. I must’ve walked a couple of miles easy. Funny thing is, I thought it wasn’t going to be so busy that Sunday, what with Man Utd playing Chelsea in the Community Shield match at Wembley. I was wrong. I can only assume the people out in force were Man. City fans who had no interest in watching the match.

I did try to buy some bits and pieces (I have a wedding coming up at the end of the month and i still had my Marks and Spencer’s gift card to spend) but I gave up as it was just too much for me. I spent the rest of the time walking around in awe at the size of the place, at the Chinatown that was actually inside the mall. There’s only one word I can think to describe it, opulent. I’m glad I finally got to see it.

Back to the hotel around 6pm and I treated myself to a Thai meal in the nearby Chinatown in Piccadilly, a green thai chicken curry with rice, lovely. A great day, although I didn’t buy much.

The journey back home was thankfully uneventful and I was back indoors around 5pm. I didn’t last long and I was soon asleep at around 10pm. Aren’t I a lightweight?

I’m up early this morning as life has to resume and I have a few things to do today, including looking  for a car. Yeah, that quest starts today, wish me luck. Then I’m back home this afternoon and the plan is to just relax and take it easy as I have a long booking with a lovely-sounding gent from tomorrow morning at 11.30. It should be fun.

Welcome home, me.

Talking of new pics, a couple of my favourite ladies in the biz whom I respect and admire have had new photos taken too.

Some party goers may remember Melody, her with the voice that should really be on the Sat-Nav – “don’t turn right there, or I’ll whip you to within an inch of your life” – well, she’s had some new shots done recently. As has Adorable Amy, one of the ladies I left in charge in SAAFE and guards it like a rottweiler. God help you if you misbehave on that site. They’ve both had pics done and I think they’re just fantastic. It does help that they’re both gorgeous looking chicks,lol. I can only hope mine come out half as gorgeous.

Okay, this time I’m really off.

and I was out like a light by 11pm. I know, a right goer aren’t I?

My main squeeze Twiggy turned up about half an hour late yesterday morning, really through no fault of his own. Apparently there were roadworks going on on the route that he normally takes into the city off the motorway and he couldn’t find a way to get to where I was, even though he saw pedestrian signs for Piccadilly. The poor thing was grinding his teeth by the time he got to me.

But I shooed away the tension and we had our usual wonderful time together. We mixed things up a bit and as usual he was receptive.

He’s actually taken some (read a lot) photographs for me for the new website and I have to say I’m really pleased with a lot of them. We made use of the space we had, even taking some bathroom shots with me in the shower, coyly covering my bits with either the shower curtain or my big humungous towel. He enjoyed soaping me up, I’m sure. We took the usual facesitting ones he loves to take of me, taking a few more this time as I wanted a couple for the site. I even managed to squeeze back into my red corset (any golden oldies remember that?) for some fantastic shots of my bum. Wait till you see them. I reckon the facesitting fans will love them.

I thought it would be a good idea to have some natural, this is me, this is what you get photos; this is what we might get up to in a hotel room. When perspective clients see my pics they’ll see I do “exactly what it says on the tin”. And with Twiggy being a long-time client I trusted that the pics won’t end up somewhere they’re not supposed to. He’s one of the nicest clients an escort could ever wish to have.

Twiggy left around 3pm. My 3.30 never confirmed so I had a few hours rest until my booking later on in the evening. I went into Piccadilly Gdns where they’re having a Manchester Food Fare all weekend. What great timing, eh? On Friday I had bought some cupcakes, yesterday I bought a pie and mash. All scrumptious. There’s also a soup van that apparently sells all natural goodness soups, so I might try that this evening. Or pop into Chinatown and get a takeaway.

It’s almost 10.30am now and I’m going to get ready and go to the Trafford Centre. One of my customers on Thursday was kind enough to tell me which bus goes there. Apparently I can get the tram to Old Trafford, then a bus to the Trafford Centre.

But first I’m going to treat myself to some decent decaf (an oxymoron to some coffee lovers I’m sure.)

It’s 9.13am in the morning in Manchester and I’m just waiting for my Northern squeeze, Twiggy, to confirm for our meeting at 10.30.

Earlier I popped out to get some bits and pieces and to also treat myself to some decent decaf coffee at Cafe Nero. I was gone maybe half an hour and when I got back housecleaning had already been through my room, the bed was made up and the little bins emptied. Gulp!

I hurriedly looked round to see if there was any incriminating evidence left out. I had left my suitcase open (I normally close it when I go out) but on the top was my old nightie that I’d carelessly discarded when I got changed. Some other bits poked out but nothing that you would associate with illicit goings on. My condoms and lubricants were tucked away in the bedside drawer, the condoms themselves were in a little Boots carrier bag so not easily visible. Thank God I’m anally retentive and I like keeping my surroundings tidy. Even my computer was on but at least it wasn’t on any incriminating websites. Besides, it was on standby. It looked like a bit of a rush job anyway, as my bed socks (yes, I know, sexy) were where I left them on the floor. So there was no vacuuming, just a cursory tidy up.

That was a bit too close for comfort me. That’ll teach me. In future, even when popping out first thing in the morning for half an hour, make sure everything’s either locked up or put away. Even at 8am on a Saturday morning, make sure my wits are about me.

I’m finally settled in in Manchester.

I’ve had to switch rooms as there was no internet in the original room. And whilst I try not to draw too much attention to myself, there was no point in paying for the internet as part of the package, and then not getting it. I’ve been trying since I got here yesterday, (inbetween bookings) to sort it out, to no avail. Even the internet helpline no. displayed on the telly wasn’t working. So there was no other option but to move. At least up here I get a fantastic view of the city and the Pennines.

So now I’m settled in (again), I’m off to get ready and go to a few of my favourite shops and see what’s been going on since my visit last year.

More or less anyway.

I was thinking it would’ve been nice to have a booking today, but I’m glad I didn’t in the end. What with the Other Job Monday and Tuesday, there really wasn’t much time for anything else today other than to prepare for Manchester tomorrow. Other family members are off to Scotland tomorrow so I had more than my case to pack, plus I went for my usual pedicure this morning so my tootsies look gorgeous for the clients. My train’s at 11am so I need to be out of the house by 9am at the latest, so there really isn’t time for anything else tomorrow other than to pick up my bags and go.

I’m keeping my fingers crossed that the train runs on time and gets in when it’s supposed to, around 1pm. I still have nightmares from last year  when it was over an hour late getting into Piccadilly Stn and I just about had time to get ready to see my client. Good thing he was an understanding chap. My first booking is tomorrow at 3pm so even with delays I should be okay. And with the upgrade I treated myself to, I can check in as soon as I get there, which helps tremendously.

Fingers crossed for an uneventful journey.