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.

Well, I’ve been back home from Glasgow for the past couple of days now. Sorry I didn’t blog yesterday but I had a booking in the afternoon and it turned into a busy day (thanks to C for the holiday tip). I gave myself the day off today to housey-type stuff like the shopping, recycling and the school run.

Glasgow was as ever, brilliant. It was great to go out on a high. I won’t lie, it didn’t start off very promising. Apart from seeing my lovely Twiggy on the Sunday and one other on the Monday morning, that was it until I got up there. I did have other bookings made but they all cancelled with one type of affliction or another. But as I mentioned before, meeting the lovely chaps from Viva Street saved my behind and it turned into a busy few days. It was weird, all my clients bar Twiggy came from one source, Viva Street, not a sausage from all the other sites I’d advertised on. Too bad, their loss. I did have a minor heart attack though when my 6.30 took his time in getting to my hotel room and it turned out he was walking up and down looking for the wrong room. It was a blessing that the number he thought the room was didn’t exist so he didn’t knock on any doors, whew!

I’d like to say a special thank you to the lovely gentleman who ended up coming to see me three times, yes, you heard me, three times over three days, I was that fantastic,lol. And he extended his time on the third visit, so I had no choice but to give him a bit of gratis for all his visits. There have been a couple of occassions where a chap has come back to see me within a week, never three days in a row. So a big wave and a thank you to C, I had a fab time. I still looked sexy with the shower cap on, didn’t I. Couldn’t resist me, couldya.

I did come up for air on the Monday afternoon and went for a bit of retail therapy at the Buchanan Galleries before re-commencing my evening bookings. I didn’t buy much, just a big cable knit slouch bag from Republic reduced in the sale and a nice chunky bracelet from Next (hey, I can see your eyes glazing over). I stopped and had lunch at one of the cafés, a huge bowl of that staple of Scotland, lentil soup and bread, £2.50 with my NUS card. Not bad, eh! I also wanted to grab a picture of one of the old variety halls left in the country, the Pavillion Theatre. Love this building. Then it was back to the hotel and some more rumpy-pumpy with a couple more clients before retiring for the evening at around 9.30.

Back down to London Euston on the Tuesday and an otherwise pleasant ride was slightly marred by the drunken lout who left a half-empty can of cheap lager on the luggage rack on the train, which of course toppled over and spilt on to other passengers bags, including mine. So I spent the rest of the journey going home smelling like cheap stale beer. Lovely.

Anyway, I’m looking forward to tomorrow and seeing Driving Miss Daisy with Warrior Amy. I have no takers to spend some time with me at my posh hotel, so I may just cancel it (you have until 12pm tomorrow to call), as I have an outcall for the Saturday and need to conserve my energy.

Yes, whilst it’s nearly 30°C back home, here in Glasgow the high was about half that, around 16° and it’s rained on and off all day. I thought it was quite funny. I could see the gradual change on the journey up on the train yesterday, from cloudless blue skies in the south to overcast in the north. Apart from popping out to the shops to get some bits and bobs, I haven’t really had a chance to go out, besides it was a good day today, unbelievably all my clients were from Viva Street on-line classifieds. Although I did have to sort the wheat from the chaff to meet these chaps, including a rather scrumptious 19 year old (just call me Mrs. Robinson), although, as it was his very first time seeing an escort, I had to impart some advice to him: don’t come up to escort’s hotel room with your wallet out and in your hand, not very discreet, luv. Apart from that little faux pas it was a good day, despite the silly phone calls – one asking if I could be kitted out in full pvc regalia in ten minutes, “because I’m here in Glasgow anyway”. Again gentlemen, I don’t carry a wardrobe on my back, I’m not going to bring one in the hopes that I might get a request for my pvc outfit if it’s not by prior arrangement. Or the chap asking if I could see him and his mate for a three-sum the same day. Um, that would be a resounding no geez. I don’t know you from Adam and I know your mate even less. Strewth! Don’t get me wrong, I’m not a prude, I would’ve loved a three-sum. But for my own security I would need more than a quick phone call asking “can you see my and my mate at the same time today?” True, some ladies do that, not me. Nah, that’s just inviting trouble.
And of course the ubiquitous withheld numbers from people who, when it says on the ad “withheld numbers will not be answered”, seem to think that, for some inexplicable reason, the rule doesn’t apply to them so call from withheld numbers anyway. I’m assuming they’re not too suprised when I cut their phone call and it goes unanswered.

Using Viva Street Classifieds is a bit manic with lots of timewasters but I do get to meet some lovely people. Saying that, I’m glad not to be using it again. Whilst it’s more than paid for itself by today alone (one of the chaps I saw today is paying me another visit on Monday morning), I consider it a necessary evil. It has to be said, it’s been good for me for both Manchester and Glasgow, but the grief I’ve encountered from them having my ad edited by them and pictures deleted because I’m sitting on a bed, not to mention it’s doubled in price since the last time I used it back in July. But at least Viva Street don’t ask for the earth. Looking for somewhere else to advertise my tour, I found a site a couple of weeks ago called Escorts Scotland. Not only do they want a full-face verification photo of me holding a sign with today’s date and “Escorts Scotland” written on it, they want my full personal details, i.e. my full name and address, AND, my passport details, specifically that long code at the bottom of it which airport security reads when you’re going through (if you have a bio-metric passport you’ll know what I’m on about). Yeah, right! So for all its sins I stuck with Viva Street and it’s come up trumps. The most I put up with them is their idiotic “nothing of a sexual nature at all in either your pics or your ad because we’re scared of being closed down like Craiglist” policy. This is what I’m assuming, considering a couple of years back they no problems with ads or pictures of a more lascivious nature.

So, it’s now nearly 9pm. I’ve just had the best steak pie and chips dinner (Scotland do the best fish n’ chips in my opinion, Brighton a close second) from the chippy round the corner, and a bottle of Irn Bru for dinner…well, when in Rome. I’m chilling out in front of the telly watching the X-Factor, shouting at the screen at the judges to pick my favourite four for the live shows next week. Not sure what else to watch afterwards, I do miss my Sky when I’m not home. The good thing is I can get some Sky channels live fed onto my lap-tap so I may just do that. They call it Sky-Go, eligible to those with a Sky subscription. I may even catch up on BBC I-Player, with new series The Body Farm, with that pathologist from Waking The Dead, I watched the first one last night. It’s not “FOR GOD’S SAKE SPENCE” Waking the Dead with Trevor Eve, but it fills a gap. It has another curmudgeonly character played by Keith Allen, so I have high hopes for it.

Tomorrow is a quiet day so far, but I’m seeing one of my all-time favourites, Twiggy. Luckily for me his slight change in circumstances at home means that he could come and see me for a few hours. I’m so happy to be seeing him considering I assumed Edinburgh would be the last time. A brucie bonus for me indeed.

I have a couple of bookings on Monday so I’ve got room for one more later on in the afternoon. Glasgow is a last-minute kinda place so no doubt the phone will be ringing a lot on the day, much like it did today and yesterday. Or there’s always time for a quickie before I check out on Tuesday morning. Hopefully there’ll be a bit of sun left over when I get home.

Have a good rest of the weekend.

I got my results back for my latest assignment which saw me inch up another 1% to 67%. I’m getting there, really slowly but I’m determined to break the 70% barrier. I have one more assignment for the 18th October, which goes to the actual uni for another tutor to mark. After which I get my first 30 credits towards the first half of my level 1 course. I just need a pass rate of 30%, which I’m sure I can do. But you know how nervous you get when you know that “this is the big one”. If all goes according to plan I start Discovering Psychology for six months in early November for another 30 credits. Wish me luck that all goes well.

Work-wise this past August was the crappiest August I’ver ever had in nearly 10 years of working. Even during the midst of the recession I still managed a couple of bookings a week. Last month I had on average one booking per week after I got back from Edinburgh and Manchester. The one booking I had last week was a three hour outcall to Heathrow last Saturday, so that helped tremendously. The good thing about it being a quiet week was that I took advantage of the downtime and I submitted my last assignment five days early.

The phone is ringing again and I have a couple of bookings for this week, including one with Yorkshire P this Saturday afternoon at 12pm at Earl’s Court. So if anybody’s around just after 1pm drop me a line or give me a call. Or again tomorrow afternoon at the same time.

I’m going to start advertising for my last tour to Glasgow for the end of the month. If anybody would like to make a booking, again give me a call or drop me a line. I’ve decided to go by train as I had a most enjoyable ride up there the last time. I really don’t fancy flying. So I should be checked in anytime after 2pm on the 30th of this month.
See you soon.x

Okay, not long until I’m in Edinburgh next week. An added bonus for me because I’ve finalised details for Twiggy to come visit me there, as he wasn’t able to come to his usual haunt in Manchester. I have one other booking for late Tuesday afternoon after I’ve checked in but one more would be good *hint*.

Manchester’s still looking good. Although I’ve had two cancellations (well, one cancellation and one where the chap must’ve lost his ability to type as he still hasn’t responded to my email sent last week touching base regarding our booking), I’ve picked up another booking for the Monday morning before I check out. So as it stands, every day except Friday is booked. Which is cool. If no other bookings come to fruition for the Friday I’ll take the day off and go to the Trafford Centre and wallow in its opulence for a few hours. All other gentlemen have emailed back to confirm so all is good and I’m very much looking forward to next week. Are you ready for me, Tel?

As I’ve touched on in my last entry, these will definitely be my last tours. I’ve enjoyed all the travelling and visiting places I wouldn’t otherwise do, one of the perks of this job. But the close shave I had with just about getting my assignment done tells me it’s time to wind down the touring side of things. I have the Glasgow tour at the end of September, and that’s it. I feel a bit sad typing this but I have to get my priorities straight.

Gentlemen, see you in Edinburgh and Manchester.x

It’s a relaxing day today (well, as much relaxing as you can do when you have to go to the hairdresser’s, then do the shopping afterwards because you came home to very little food in the house). I had a wonderful time in Glasgow as usual and I’m still planning on visiting again at the end of September.

I found the fish n’ chip restaurant I mentioned in my last entry. You can bet your bottom dollar I’ll be visiting there again. Steak pie, chips, mushy peas with gravy and a fizzy drink, all for a fiver on their lunch menu. Tell me where in London you can get such a meal for such great value. It’s down this little alleyway called McCormack Lane and I didn’t think I’d find it, but seeing a guy standing on Buchanan St. with a great big sign saying “This way to the Chippy Doon the Lane” helped a great deal.

I am kicking myself though because I didn’t really do any of my assignment as I really wasn’t in the mood for it. I managed to squeeze out a last minute booking on Tuesday early evening after walking off my big lunch and of course the phone was ringing off the hook not only on the way home to the point where I had to switch it off, but once switched on at home the calls kept coming. Where the heck were you all on Tuesday, eh? I had put up an ad on Vivastreet online Classifieds and I’m guessing this is where the bulk of the last minute calls came from. It’s also where the gentleman who saw me on Tuesday found me. To be frank I’m not really much of a fan of Viva Street because of their ridiculous Ts & Cs – I tried to put up the pictures that you see on the website, but they kept being deleted. After the 3rd round of deletions I phoned up to ask why. Get this: they were taken off because I’m posing on a bed!! They’ll happily take my money knowing full well what I do for a living, but God forbid if I’m posing on a bed. They even deleted one of me in the shower that I tried to put up. Not a nipple to be seen, honest guv. Oh, and you can’t be too suggestive in your ad or that gets modified, even though I saw another ad where a lady mentioned rogering you with “her strap-on.” I grudgingly admit that it’s very good for places like Glasgow where gents like to book at the last minute, and judging by all the calls I took yesterday (albeit a day too late) a lot of Weegies like VS, so I’ll be using them again in October for my next Glasgow trip. I’ll just need to grit my teeth so they don’t hear me cursing through them.

But….back to normality for now, until I’m off again a week next Tuesday to Edinburgh. Alas, my main squeeze from oop North, Twiggy, won’t be able to see me in Manchester, but he has made suggestions about seeing me in Edinburgh. I keep forgetting how near he lives to the border and that I saw him in March in Glasgow, so therefore it’s just as easy for him to get to Edinburgh as it would Glasgow or indeed Manchester where he normally visits. It’s always a pleasure seeing him, so whatever time he has to get away, I’m a happy bunny.

No other sniffs for Edinburgh yet, so what are you waiting for gents. As for Manchester, as it stands I have room for a couple more bookings for Friday afternoon and Saturday afternoon, but people’s plans do change so don’t hesitate to drop me a line or give me a call in case of cancellations.

I also did want to write about the near 3 weeks of scandal that has been dominating the news lately with the News of The World and more directly, the hacking into murder victims and fallen soldiers families phones etc., but the last few weeks has just been revelation after revelation with officials either resigning or whistleblowers mysteriously dying, it would take more than the few minutes I could spare. I’ve never seen anything like it but I will carry on watching the news with fascination.

I’ll be missing for the next few days as I’ll be concentrating on getting this essay written. It’s a 1250-worder and I have all this stuff going around in my head but unable to put it down on paper. I may even have to take a day off from my Other Job on Monday to finish it as it’s due on the Tuesday. When the results are posted I’ll let you know.

Apologies, the intention was to let you know when I was leaving home for Glasgow. But it’s been a busy few days. This past Saturday I had a tutorial at my local college in the morning. After that it was a booking at Earl’s Court. Then I had to come home and pack for Glasgow as I was leaving first thing Sunday morning. I was as careful as anything to remember everything, even down to my charger for my Kindle as I didn’t want to be caught out, only to forget the most staple contents of an escort’s handbag; condoms, babywipes and lubricant. Can you believe it? I even remembered to bring my usb adaptor for my mobile so I could upload some pretty pics to illustrate this entry, but I forgot to pack the blommin’ condoms and lube. Thank goodness for Boots.

As I’m a poor student now it was the train up to Glasgow Central Station for me. I forgot that flying on a weekend is more expensive than on the weekday, plus with my 10% off, I couldn’t resist the savings I made. It’s a five hour journey but I didn’t really mind. There was some beautiful scenes of the Lake District on the way up and although it was a busy train I had seats to myself for most of the journey. I just read, ate and slept my way up, then it was a five minute walk to my hotel from the station.

Yesterday was a good day. I got to see my Glasgow favourite for a couple of hours, a client of many years who it’s always a pleasure to see. I then had an hour with one of the horniest toads I’ve ever had the pleasure to service. Inbetween I had lunch with a good friend at my now favourite Italian restaurant just off Buchanan St. It’s called Amarone, in my opinion the best Italian I’ve ever had in the UK.
Later on in the evening I had a last minute two hour booking at 8pm with a lovely chap passing through Glasgow on his way down to London. Let’s just say I’m glad I answered the phone.

Conversely I have nothing booked in for today, on top of which, it turns out that this weekend was a public holiday but still the phone was busy yesterday so I may still get a couple of bookings yet. Glasgow tends to be a last-minute kinda town, sometimes with high expectations. Whilst getting ready to see my Glasgow favourite yesterday morning, I had a call at approx. 9.45am from a gent wanting a booking at 11am, requesting full Domination regalia – PVC gear, boots, the lot. For a last minute booking it was never going to happen.

Gentlemen, if you ever want a booking and your requests are going to be specific, best give your lady of choice a bit of notice. We don’t carry wardrobes on our backs and it’s really difficult thinking about what to bring to satisfy every proclivity there is, without making demands for certain fetishwear when you call up an hour or so before your intended time expecting it all. I’m not being difficult, I don’t mind taking last minute bookings whilst on tour providing I’m available. But the likelihood of an escort accommodating certain needs at such short notice as per the above example is always going to be minimal. She can’t accommodate and you’re disappointed. This is one of the reasons why I advertise weeks, sometimes months in advance – a) it gives a chance for client to save up if need be, a hour’s booking is still a lot of money and b) he can request certain lingerie or outfits. And if I don’t have it, I can buy it.

Anyway, if the phone is quiet today, I have my assignment to start on as it’s due next Tuesday. That’ll keep me busy enough (notice I remembered to bring my books, such was the panic to start my esssay). I also plan to take a trip down to this place at some point. It was recommended to me and I see that it has rave reviews.
Then back home tomorrow afternoon with a day off on Thursday, back to normal availability for this Friday and Saturday. See you at home.

After the good news of my first assignment on Friday put me in a bouyant mood, I had a couple of lovely bookings at Earl’s Court that same afternoon. One was a chap from India who comes to the UK every year to watch Wimbledon – I had seen him this time last year. He has tickets for a few matches and squeezes me into his two week visit to the UK. The other was a young chef who could only visit for half an hour. Which, in hindsight I’m kind of glad about, as he was a bit of a goer. I fear that if he had gone for the whole hour I’d have had to take a nap afterwards. I had had another booking the day before, so it was a good couple of days work-wise. Things are working out well at my new abode and my landlady is a lovely intelligent woman with whom I could debate about current affairs and not just talk about work. Long may it continue.

Anyhoo, after my half hour chap, I hopped on the number 74 bus which took me to South Kensington to the Hummingbird Bakery. They had a bit of a Wimbledon theme going on, with cupcakes decorated to look like grass, tennis balls and the ubiquitous strawberries and cream. I’m not really a tennis fan but I did think they looked fun. I stuck to what I knew and bought half a dozen assorted cupcakes to distribute when I got home, including one for my next door neighbour. I did what I said I was going to do, I stuck a candle in one of them, wished myself a happy birthday and made a couple of silent wishes and blew out the candle. Childish maybe but I didn’t care; it was a good day and I was looking forward to Saturday. The cupcakes didn’t last long and they were gone by last night.

Yesterday morning was my tutorial at my local college, again enjoying heated debates, this time on the good or evil of huge supermarkets and if they’re a detriment or a boon to the high street. It’s a social science thing. If I explain any more I fear your eyes will glaze over. But I enjoyed it. My day was made even better when a couple of my fellow students tried to guess my age, and they had me pegged at 37. And apparently that was a conservative guess. I will love them for life.
After that I hopped a train to Shepherd’s Bush for a nice long wander around Westfield Shopping Centre. Much to my delight, when I alighted from the overground station there was a small Italian market selling various goods and wares from jewellry to smelly italian cheese to olive oil. I bought some Italian multi-seed wholemeal bread, which I enjoyed for breakfast this morning with some strong cheddar. Great stuff.

Westfield was of course heaving as it normally is on a Saturday, but it still beats going to Oxford St., with nobody to pick your bag or your pockets. I did a lot of window shopping and treated myself to a new pair of Birkenstocks (my choice of footwear in warmer climes) from Schuh. Again this is where being a student pays off, as I received 10% off the purchase price of £45. Very handy. I also stopped for lunch at YoSushi where, thanks to Warrior Amy informing me of this last week, I got a third off my food bill. I do get 25% as a student but when it’s your birthday it’s that little bit more. If you’re into Japanese food it really is worth signing up to their website to keep in touch with their special offers. Whilst I had a lovely meal, I didn’t enjoy the experience as much as I normally do. It was very busy, even at 4pm, so I couldn’t read my Kindle in peace and the stools weren’t that comfortable so I always felt like I was perched on the edge. I still prefer the one at Victoria Stn although I’ve yet to try the ones in Edinburgh, Manchester and Glasgow whilst on tour. The one at County Hall is quite nice too.

By around 5.30pm I began to get fed-up of the crowds (people were still pouring in) so I made my way back home. I got in maybe around 6.45pm. It was a long but lovely day, topped off last night by watching a bit of Glastonbury and MTV with the Black Eyed Peas top 20, which I enjoyed immensely. I also caught up with the latest episodes of Family Guy, watched a couple of old episodes of American Dad!, interspersed by watching Coldplay at Glastonbury, and finally fell asleep at about 1.30 this morning. What a great day. To be repeated same time next year.

You can’t say I didn’t warn you.

Although it’s not properly advertised, I’ve been taking a few bookings for Manchester and even though it’s a couple of months away yet, I would suggest to those interested in coming to see me, make plans now. Regular blog reader El Tel has booked the rest of my Thursday after I check in, so that date’s out. I also have a few more bookings on Friday, Saturday and Sunday. And remember I only see 2-3 gents each day whilst on tour, which means a couple more spaces left for Friday and Saturday.

If you’re further north of the border, I don’t have any bookings yet for Edinburgh. So plenty of time for that gents, although remember I’m only there for two days. Remember there’s also Glasgow in July.

but I’m more or less back to normal.
I had a brilliant five days in New York, I loved it. Thanks to the gentlemen that took the time to come and see me, especially the ever so horny chap who literally started undressing as soon as he walked through the door. Seriously. Usually when a guy comes in, we exchange pleasantries, he gets a kiss from me (or a peck on the cheek if he’s of a nervous disposition, don’t want him thinking I’m going to devour him), then we move on to the nitty gritty, starting with the removal of one’s clothing.

On this occassion it was a bit arse about face. No sooner was the door shut then clothes started coming off in mid-stride. By the time he got to the sofa, the chap was almost starkers, then the small talk came. I had to do a double-take, make sure I saw what I was seeing. Whaddya gonna do? He was horny, that’s what I was there for. Then 20mins later, he was gone and I’m left standing in the middle of the room thinking, “what the hell just happened”. He was a nice enough chap who turned out to be generous with it, so I’m not complaining, honestly. But in over 9yrs that has got to be the quickest (not to mention the most surreal) booking I’ve ever had.

Whilst I’ve learnt never to say never, I don’t think I’ll be going back to New York again, at least, not for work. I encountered a few people who just couldn’t seem to make up their mind what they wanted and whilst I can be understanding to a degree, I do have my limits. Back in 2007 things seemed to be different then, things were more straightfoward. And I’m getting too old for all the larking about I experienced. Next time I go back, it’ll be to see family and to shop.

New York City itself was fabulous, as usual. If I had the money I’d go back in a heart beat. I didn’t want to leave. Times Square was heaving, moreso on the Saturday, didn’t stay out for too long. I also went shopping down on 34th St. and I picked up some bargains at Macy’s. They were having a one day sale on the Saturday, but they had some sort of preview the day before. So I went along on the Friday and I’m so glad I did. Get this; I bought a pair of Levis for $30, plus a Calvin Klein knitted top for $9, down from, wait for it….$70. When I took it to the checkout I had to double-check with the cashier to make sure I got it right. And what with my 10% discount for tourists, I was well happy. Judging by the other shoppers, so were they. I saw one woman who must’ve been half the size of me, defying gravity with all the shopping bags she was carrying. I would’ve loved to have taken a picture of her, but of course not without her consent. But the image defied belief, I wished you could see it. When Macy’s do a sale, they really do a sale.

Although I had walked down to 34th St. I ended up getting the bus back because my feet was killing me. I had gone to a few other shops including my favourite, Old Navy, where they were having a few bargains themselves. All in all, I was happy with my purchases.

Of course my body clock was out of whack and I was up most mornings from around 4am. Thank goodness I had all night tv to keep me going. I watched old episodes of Law and Order and Law and Order Criminal Intent on either TNT or the USA network, which I either would fall asleep again to, or eat breakfast to at 6am when I realised I wasn’t going back to bed. Then I’d be out like a light by 9pm. Typically, my body didn’t properly adjust to the time zone until the day before I left. And with not having any sleep on the plane on the way back, I was absolutely shattered for the following couple of days.

So I’m slowly getting back into the swing of things at home. I’ve had a couple of bookings, one of them was Yorkshire P who took yet more pictures of my derierre(sp) yesterday in my red panties, stockings and suspenders. He has had trouble sending previous shots to me, so he’s going to try again with these. The phone’s been going this morning for bookings, which I would’ve happily accomodated had they called the day before. If anybody’s available and would like a booking tomorrow, it would be great if it can be arranged today.

I also have some tour news. Although it wasn’t in my plans, I’m going back to Glasgow this summer. I have a chance to see some friends that I don’t normally get to see and I’m going to mix it up with a few days seeing some gents too. I’ve already informed my old boy (meant in the most affectionate of terms) and he’s game, so I’ll put up an announcement nearer the time. I’m loving Glasgow and I’m happy to have the opportunity to see it again before my previously scheduled visit this October.

And would you believe I already have a booking with a lovely-sounding chap in Manchester. I’ll see him when I come down from Edinburgh and as it’s a long ‘un the 4th is taken. But that still leaves the 5th, 6th and the morning of the 8th. Sunday 7th will be “me” day, I’ll be off to the Trafford Centre again and see Old Trafford on the way. So thanks ET, I look forward to meeting you. And as Manchester’s nearer to Yorkshire than London, Yorkshire P has also expressed an interest. And if I get to see my lovely Twiggy, plus there’s a lovely chap I met for the first time last year who I know sometimes peruses my blog, I’m a happy camper in Manchester this year.

(PS. Hope you like the pics. Make sure you click on them to get a fuller image. I just made them small to fit the post.)