Because you’re really missing the boat here.
On Wednesday evening I had a two hour outcall to Heathrow Airport. It took me two hours to get there and two hours to get back. I didn’t want to take the car because anybody living in London knows what the M25 is like during rush hour. At any other time it takes approx. 90mins to get there anyway, so I thought I’d let the train take the strain and just read my Kindle on the journey.

But living on the other side of London, it can and it turned out to be a monumental journey. I emailed the client just before I left at 5.30. “I’m aiming to get there around 7pm”, I says. Who knew I was being optomistic? Somebody Up There must’ve been laughing at me and thinking, “that’s what she thinks.” The first hurdle was when I disembarked at Victoria to jump on the Victoria line, only to forget that between 4pm and 8pm the main entrance to the underground is closed due to the ongoing refurb of the underground system, so the staff had the rush hour foot traffic squeeze through another entrance that’s mainly used to exit the underground. That was fun, it was like squeezing marshmallows through a straw. Then the escalators to the Victoria line was shut, so the herd of foot-traffic was re-routed to another entrance. I decided instead to jump on the District line and change for the Piccadilly line at South Kensington. Then came (after a 10min wait for the tube) the near 40min journey on said Picadilly line to Terminal 5. I got to Heathrow at just on 7.30pm. Thank goodness I was able to keep in touch with my client to let him know that it would more likely be 7.30pm before I saw him and thank goodness he was cool about it and flexible with his schedule.

I know I keep saying this about my clients but he turned out to be a lovely (and gorgeous) gentleman and it was well worth the journey. But somebody out there’s missing the boat on building some sort of (direct) link between South London and Heathrow. Or at least Gatwick (my nearest airport, and Heathrow). On my recent jaunt to Vienna, the only flights were out of Heathrow, so sometimes I don’t have a choice. I don’t know if there are any plans, but if so, please build a line chaps. I reckon you’d make your money back in no time.

How’s everybody’s christmas preparations coming along? Me? Well, it’s all been a bit last minute. For some reason I’m just not feeling it this year. I’m not sure why. Maybe it’s because we didn’t get a tree this year and I never really got the impetus to get the rest of the decorations out. Also with my uncle’s funeral coming up I don’t feel in any sort of a celebratory mood.

At least I had a wonderful booking yesterday. I had a chap who has “followed” me for a few years now, from my last incarnation as Brandy to this one as Kinky. He was flying into Gatwick from Denmark so I had my breath held until he actually called from Victoria Stn. What with this weather I’m taking nothing for granted. If you’re in the UK you know what the airports have been like these past few days. Anyway, he arrived on time, he says his fantasies have now been realised and I enjoyed making his fantasies into reality. Happy man sent away to enjoy the rest of his holiday in the UK.

I have an outcall to Central London this evening at 8pm. It’s going to be some fantasy roleplay with me being the naughty secretary. I’ll have to make sure and bring my tight skirt, tight blouse, high heels and push-up bra to make sure I leave this gentleman with a smile on his face. I think I’ll ask him to put on one of his work suits, add to the fantasy.

I was going to work for half the day tomorrow, Christmas Eve, but with this appointment not finishing until 10pm and not getting home until well after 11pm, I’m not sure if I’ll be in any fit state tomorrow to entertain any other gentlemen. Plus I was up and in Tesco’s at 7.30 this morning doing a bit of last minute shopping before the masses arrived. I’ve already adjusted my diary.

I have one outcall next Wednesday so if anybody would like to make a booty before New Year’s Eve, drop me a line or give me a call (bearing in mind the phone will be off for those few days at Christmas.)

you can assume that that gentleman won’t be seen at all.

Apart from my documented problems with my broadband connection which is now fixed (but now have problems with my laptop), I’ve had a pretty stressful few days this week.

Without going into too much detail my car was stolen from outside my house in the wee hours of Monday morning. Miraculously not only did I get it back, I got it back in one piece, minus the change from my coin tray which amounted to about £1.40 for parking and the shopping trolly. In the meantime, if anybody who has suffered having their car taken, you’ll know the rigmarole you have to go through, the talking to of the police and having to go down to your nearest station to make a statement so the culprits can be formally charged, the claiming to the insurance people and so on. I didn’t even make it to my Other Job on Monday and Tuesday, not least because I wasn’t exactly in the right frame of mind to be handing out advice.

After being woken up at 1am on Tuesday morning by the police to inform me that they had recovered it a few miles from Gatwick, yesterday I went to Redhill to pick up my car where the police had taken it to a garage to be fingerprinted etc. Although the bloke there said it didn’t look like there had been any damage to the car, up until I got to the garage I was still worried about its condition and what it would look like. Fortunately somebody up there must’ve been looking out for the car because it was basically unharmed. Myself and Old Bird are now reunited and back home outside my house where she belongs, equipped with a shiny new immobiliser.

During the day yesterday, I had had my work phone with me, but I had left it on vibrate in my bag. To be honest I’d totally forgotten it was there. When I finally took out the phone at the end of the day I saw that I had 14 missed calls, all from one person. Fourteen!! Plus one voicemail. The first phone call came in at just gone 11.15am, the last around 4pm.

Calling an escort around a dozen times during the day not only looks stalkerish but just a little bit creepy too. Not to mention a little alarming that a guy doesn’t think that there must’ve been something going on in that escort’s life that she couldn’t get to her phone, thus thinking it’s okay to incessantly call her.

We are women who have curveballs that life sometimes throws at us that we don’t catch. Life gets in the way. It happens when gents cancel a booking because something else has come up. I say okay, that’s life and carry on. I don’t then call them a dozen times asking them when are they going to make another booking.
I take a tiny bit of responsibility in that I should’ve updated my diary to reflect my sudden unavailabiltiy. I did leave home in a bit of a rush when the police called me back to say it was all clear to pick up my car. Saying that, when you call a couple of times, including leaving a voicemail and the person doesn’t get back to you, surely you’ll know by the 5th or 6th ring that the person is busy for the day and the chances of seeing her is pretty remote. Besides, I do warn you gentlemen on my main site that calling on the same day to make a booking won’t ensure you’ll get an appointment. In fact your chances are remote.

This isn’t the first time this has happened when, when I wasn’t available to pick up the phone immediately, the person goes on to call another 10 times in the hopes that I might just pick up. It’s like having your child in the back of your car, embarking on a long journey and before long the child starts chiming, “are we there yet? Are we there yet? Are we there yet? Are we there yet? Irritating isn’t it? I can’t help thinking that when I see all those missed calls.
Also when I see missed calls by the one person made in such quick succession it makes you less attractive and there’s even less of a chance you’ll be able to book me. I’m by no means a snob, I’m just concerned when a person displays such obsessive behaviour and I can’t help thinking what that person would be like in a booking.
Think about it for a second – I’m a woman who works on her own, selling all types of initimate services for a living to people I’ve never met before. A dangerous occupation granted, but one where I can at least try to minimise the risks.

To the bloke that called me over a dozen times yesterday; sorry mate, I’m not sure if you were thinking with another apendage, but you should’ve stopped at two. You’ve concerned me just a wee bit and I’ve now saved your number.

In the taxi home on Wednesday I was chatting with the taxi driver who I caught reading Dan Brown’s The Lost Symbol, which I’d just finished reading myself. It was great meeting a fellow bibliophile and chatting about what we both read, had read and our favourite authors. We were recommending books to each other when he told me one of his favourite genres was the medieval era. Immediately I thought of Ken Follet and his two books, Pillars of the Earth and World Without End. He was such a lovely chap to converse with, when I got to the end of my journey I told him to wait a second while I popped into the house and came back with one of my copies of World Without End. He was a bit gobsmacked bless him and tried to offer me something for it, which I declined.

Long time readers of my blog might remember when I bought the hardback version a while ago but it was just too heavy to carry around with me so I ended up having to buy a paperback copy as well. So I thought why not give him my hardback version? As I say he was a bit gobsmacked. I guess when you think about it, how many fares does a taxi driver take home only to get a virtually brand new book for free?

I did tell the taxi driver that he had to buy the novel, Pillars of the Earth first, as the characters in World Without End were descendants of those in Pillars. Those books will keep him going for a while. I hope to see him again at East Croydon Station so I can see how he got on. It doesn’t hurt that he was quite scrumptious too.

Mr. Follet has a new book out, Fall of Giants, which I had to stop myself from buying last week. I thought if it was anything like the size and volume of Pillars and World it was going to be a whopper to carry around. And I was right. At Gatwick Airport on my way to Glasgow I saw a fellow passenger with the tome and it was a bit of a bohemeth. It’s only a tenner on Play.com so I’m sorely tempted. Practically I should wait for the paperback version, which traditionally is published around 9 months after the hardback. I’m not sure if I can wait that long. We’ll see.

Back home and still feeling a little tired from the travelling. It was a busy few days, including seeing my favourite Glasgow client (he was one the that took a picture of my arse and put a postcode on it), and a nice long booking with another client who used to zip over to Victoria from Gatwick to see me when he would go home for the holidays. He’s the one I’ve quoted on my website, saying my arse was the 8th Wonder of the World,lol.

It was my first time working in Glasgow, although I have been a few times before, so I kind of knew my way around, although a few things have changed. But I had such a good time I’m making plans to visit there again next March. January and February will still be cold up there but March should just be warming up I reckon.

I even managed to get some studying in. I finished Part C of my first assignment finally, well, more or less. The gist of it is written, ready for me to type up and send to my tutor for marking next week. So a very productive week.

I was supposed to go to Birmingham next month, but to tell you the truth I’m having second thoughts. Tell you what, there are escorts that tour on a regular basis; I don’t know how they do it.
I’ll have to give Birmingham some thought.