After the disappointment of not getting very far with a job that I would’ve dearly loved, I’m back on my horse and have filled out one application yesterday with hours to spare as the deadline was for midnight last night. Talk about close shave. I’m in the midst of filling out another application, with yet a third one to be completed and sent by the 16th. No resting on my laurels, no sir. It’s funny that after all the time I’ve taken to write my CV that all the vacancies I’ve gone for require you to fill out an application. Well, not really funny, ‘cos I’m not laughing at having to spend hours on each occassion making sure each application is bespoke to the vacancy to which I’m applying, whilst my CV collects virtual dust on my hard drive. C’est la vie.
I’m really hoping to be back on civvy street by the time the Olympics come around. I know ladies down here in London are smacking their lips and relishing the thought of all that extra business that may or may not come their way. I don’t know what the case may be, never having experienced the Olympics in London in my lifetime. It’ll be an interesting experience, that’s for sure.

Meanwhile the second part of the Level 1 course soon comes to an end. Can you believe it’s been a year and a half since I first started studying? The psychology part, the part I’m studying now, I’ve found to be absolutely fascinating and I’m sorry to see the end of it. I have an on-line quiz to complete as well as an assignment this time so you’ll see even less of me blog-wise these next few weeks, ‘though I will try my best to pop on and say hi, even if it’s to moan about something that irks me. But it won’t be too bad as I have a week to complete it and it’s something to be done in my own time. We’ve been given a couple of quizzes to do in our weekly activities so I know what to expect. Then two weeks after that at the beginning of May is the final assignment and the course itself ends shortly thereafter. Then it’s a long break of about 4 months as Level 2 doesn’t start until the end of September this year, which’ll be nice as it means I don’t have to study during the summer.

I managed to squeeze in a couple of jobs this week, two bookings yesterday at London Bridge, which isn’t too bad considering it’s the Easter holidays. Traditionally I write off the holidays, especially Easter and Christmas, because not much goes on. I could’ve had a booking today with a regular client had he text or called this morning instead of emailing me at 9.20am whilst I was shopping for a large (Easter) bird at Tesco’s. Not seeing the email until I sat down to lunch at around 1pm I mentally kicked him for not contacting me via phone. If I had known he was free today I would’ve been in and out of that store so fast the cashier would’ve still been chomping at my dust. He’s one of my favourites that I always think “phwoar!” whenever I know I’m going to see him. I call him Clark Kent in my diary, because he’s the horniest toad I’ve ever met but you wouldn’t believe it looking at him. It’s always the quiet ones isnt’ it? I’ve admonished him accordingly and I’m hoping next time he’ll call or text. Strangers I don’t like texts from, regular lovelies I mind not a jot.

Yorkshire P’s trying his luck again next Wednesday afternoon. Remember he was thwarted by the trains on his last attempt to make it “dahn sarf” back in March just before I left for New York. Fingers crossed all goes well this time. My booking with him is around 2…something, (crap, must check diary) for an hour, so if anybody’s free either before or after, drop me a line or give me a call. Remember it has to be before 5pm.

Happy Easter.

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.

After struggling the whole week with my assignment due to various distractions I have at last completed and submitted it for marking. The deadline was tomorrow at 12. Talk about close to the bone. It probably didn’t help in the same week, having to also deal with the biggest distraction of an errant escort who thought it was in everybody’s interest to steal the whole of SAAFE and put it on Twitter, without first informing me, the co-owner. Simply because she didn’t feel she had to, it was there for the taking. But no matter, it’s sorted, thanks in large part to the superwoman that is my webmistress. I’m off to do the happy dance, having completed part one of level one of the course. Next, Discovering Psychology, of which the text book arrived last week and I’ve been sniffing its new book smell (don’t laugh at me, we all have our predilictions, sniffing new books is mine; I don’t get to do that so much with my beloved Kindle, not that I’m complaining).

And so, to this week. I will be around even less, as I celebrate the completion of this part of my course by taking Friday off to go wandering around London. I think after the week I’ve had last week I deserve it: apart from still taking a couple of bookings, I’ve also had to work last Thursday covering my supervisor on the phone lines as he’s away on leave. I also had a two day training course to get my office skills back up to scratch, the 2nd day being today. So yes, I definitely deserve a day off.

I think I’ll pay a visit to my favourite place, Borough Market (even more my favourite since I discovered a small Konditor and Cook near the market itself), and then as it’s in the vicinity and I’ve been meaning to go for yonks, a visit to the Tate Modern is in order. Gerhardt Richter has an exhibition going at the moment, I may or may not go to it, we’ll see, I’m not that fussed. But I’m definitely in the mood for a Tate Modern visit. So this coming Friday will be a “me” day. I’ll still be free this Wednesday and Saturday, as I’ll still be covering for my supervisor this Thursday. But if anybody wants to jump my bones, those are the only two days free this week in which to do so.

I’m off to do the happy dance.x

I didn’t think the results would be posted so soon, but I’ve just come back from a lunch date with a friend and I’ve had a peek at the OU website and I’ve managed another “clear pass”, 66%. I’m very pleased considering how manic I was trying to get it all done in three days. As I said before, I would’ve been happy with a “bare pass”, 40%. I’m still striving for that “good pass”, but for now I’m happy.
Reading starts immediately for the next assignment, so it’ll be a long study day tomorrow, plus whatever days I can do whilst on tour next week. I’m even going to buy extra copier paper on Monday to make sure there’s enough to print off chapters 4 & 5 to take with me.
Meanwhile I had a lovely afternoon out today. I was supposed to have a booking this afternoon but the client didn’t confirm by 10am as requested so off the phone went and off out I went. It was a gorgeous sunny day in London and I met a friend for an impromptu lunch near Liverpool St station. After lunch we thought we’d take a wander around Spitalfields Market. The stalls aren’t open on a weekend but the shops are and although it was busy, it wasn’t the kind of busy where you just got fed-up and wanted to go home. My friend thought maybe we could take a couple of Boris’s Bikes and have a bike around London. When I could take a deep breath after laughing so hard, I suggested we keep on walking. I haven’t been on a bike since my spinning classes at my local gym many moons ago and they were stationary. Besides, it gave me a chance to take some lovely pictures of the market and the surrounding area of EC1. And I just had to take a picture of the café called S&M. Geddit? *Sigh* I wonder if this business will ever leave my blood that I don’t see double-meanings everywhere I go. Well, I thought it was funny. And then as you can see there was the barber’s, Jack the Clipper. Ingenious!

It was fantastic to see how much the area’s developed over the years. It looks quite poash and upmarket now. When I was a teenager I used to go to Petticoat Lane Market nearby on a Sunday and the area used to be dead as a doornail on a weekend. Amazing how much has changed in twenty years.

We stopped in some dinky little shops and although I didn’t buy anything there were a couple of things that tickled my
fancy, like the Kinky Cupcakes (is that me or what?) cookbook and the doormats – I thought they were a hoot, especially the one in the middle on the top.

Then an onward leisurely walk to Aldgate East station where I could catch the District line to Victoria Station where friend and I parted ways. Of course as it was the weekend it was the usual chaos on the tubes with full and partial closures on some lines, minor and major delays on others. Roll on the Olympics when all of London’s preparations are complete. A day in the life of London, eh? But a good day all round. Roll on Edinburgh. See you there.

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.

A couple of lovely appointments was had this week, including a late night visit to one of my clients from the early days. I’ve been seeing this chap since my first year in 2002. He’s from Barcelona and comes over on business every few months. But on the last occassion he wanted to see me it was on a Tuesday evening, which as you know by now I no longer do. So it must’ve been at least a year since I last saw this client, and it was lovely seeing him again after such a long absence.

Because of his schedule, he sometimes requires a late night visit, on this occasion 10.30pm. Now you know me, I don’t like working past 9pm at the best of times, so it’s a little alien to me leaving the house at near enough that time to go into Central London. But this client is one of the loveliest chaps I’ve had the pleasure of meeting in this business and as I say, we go way back, so I see it as a special favour to him. And I know he rarely sees anybody else when he’s here. There were one or two ocassions when our diaries clashed and he’s had to call upon the favours of another escort similar in physique and colour to me, but apart from that, I’m his one and only.

Now, when I see this particular gentleman, there are a few things he requires. He loves to see me in pvc gear, so this past Wednesday I packed my new skirt (sorry caveman, didn’t manage to get a picture of the skirt) and pvc top with pvc gloves and a few other things into an overnight bag and off I set. You’d think after all these years I’d be used to carrying such paraphenalia around. But I must admit I still felt a little uneasy. Has your mother ever told you to make sure you have clean underwear on, in case you were ever in an accident and you needed to be rushed to hospital? Well, I think to myself, forget my knickers (not literally I hasten to add), what if I was in an accident and they looked through my holdall for contact details? Imagine what they’d find; condoms, lube, stilletos, pvc gear to name but a few items.
I’m used to taking my lingerie with me to my work flat, but that’s lingerie, it’s easier to explain away than pvc, don’t you think? So yes, after all these years, I’m still a little uneasy when travelling with certain items in my bag. I would imagine that it must be the stuff of nightmares of quite a few escorts.

I also got the chance to catch up with the warrior that is Adorable Amy, a good friend in the business. She had a busy few days in London but was able to manage to squeeze me in for lunch yesterday afternoon. We met outside our favourite eatery, YoSushi, and we had a good old chinwag for a few hours. It was actually dinner time by the time I got home and my progeny had wondered if I had been abducted (God forbid they try switching the oven on by themselves). We pigged out on items from the conveyor belt, ordered a couple of dishes like their misho soup, hairy prawns and chicken katsui with curry sauce from the menu, finished off with a cup of green tea and we finally extricated ourselves from their stools at around 4pm. We were still nattering outside the restaurant an hour later, would you believe? But remember I only get to see her every couple of months or so when she comes to London and on the next ocassion when she visits in August I’ll be in Edinburgh and Manchester. She is great company and we have other things in common besides work. So I’ll miss our next lunch date, in both senses of the word.

Amy had admittedly gone a little crazy at Konditor & Cook (which I do feel a little responsible for as I introduced her to the bakery), but she saved me a brownie, which I received and consumed with much thanks. She did say she knew she was in trouble when the shop assistant says, “hold on, you’ll need a bigger bag….”
I had the brownie with a mug of hot chocolate later on when settled under the duvet for the evening. Oooh baby, it was scrumptious. As it’s my birthday next weekend I considered it a birthday treat. I also plan to treat myself to a couple of cupcakes from the Hummingbird Bakery, stick a candle in it and wish myself a happy birthday. I’m at the age now where nobody bothers celebrating such frivolities with either their mother or their partner, so I celebrate by myself. Which is why I’m disappearing for the day next Saturday. It’ll be a day when everybody will have to fend for themselves. Well, the take-out menu’s on the fridge door.

Happy Father’s Day.

Since the changes I’ve had to make on my website re: the swap from SW1 to SW5, Google has already picked it up. If you enter “BBW Black Escort London SW5″, my blog actually comes up in 1st and 2nd place, then my main website, followed by my listing on the Pretty Big Escorts directory, where most of my new clients find me. It’s brilliant. She said she “pinged” Google. I’ve got no idea what that means but I’m glad she did. I don’t have to worry so much about not coming up in new searches. I had to drop her a line and thank her for her hard work on the site last weekend. If you look at it you’ll see the new text I’ve had to implement.

Ironically, I haven’t had a chance to use my new premises yet. I’ve only had one booking this week, a same day 2hr outcall to a lovely gent staying at a hotel not too far from Marble Arch this past Thursday. There was one chap who also made a same day booking for an incall at Earl’s Court for Friday. Although he confirmed, he text back not five minutes later and said that his work plans had changed and he was being sent to Canary Wharf. He said he was fuming as he was really looking forward to the booking, could he please change the time, not sure to what yet but he will call and let me know. As I said, that was Friday and I’ve still yet to hear from him. I’ve left him some negative feedback on Adultwork and his number is now filed in my phone under “J-A/W(no)”. You only get one go.

In my other life it’s been an interesting week. I had a sit down with my supervisor on Monday, just to check on my progress, make sure she’s happy with me and that I’m happy with things. We were both happy so all was well. I did get the suprising news that she’s ready to sign me off, which means I get a certificate and I become a fully-fledged adviser. Which I’m a little suprised about I must admit, as I’m sure training was for two years. I must double-check with her when I go into Work tomorrow. If it is the case then it also means that I’m stepping up looking for a job. There are quite a few vacancies on their website, some within the company itself which I wouldn’t mind as I’d be happy to continue working with them, albeit in a paid capacity. So things are progressing nicely.

In other news I’ve finished my first assignment and it has been sent off to my tutor for marking. I may or may not let you know what mark I get when it comes back, it depends on if I pass,lol. I’m going to start reading today to prepare for my 2nd assignment, due the middle of next month.

Yesterday I went for my first tutorial at my local college, although it wasn’t the first as I had to miss one due to the wedding I went to a few weeks ago. It was very interesting. I met new fellow students and as it was only the six of us that turned up, it was nice and cosy and we seemed to get on really well. The two hours flew by.

Back home for a relaxing rest of the day, interspersed by a chuckle or two I had when the work phone rang at 6.50pm and a chap asked to see me in the next hour. And another call at 9.30pm asking to see me at 10pm. Thanks for the laugh fellas. Sometimes I feel I should just have a site full of pictures and a contact number, seeing as the text seems to go unnoticed. Thank goodness for you patient chaps who do seem to bother and take the time to read the blurb.

This week I’m hoping to catch up with the warrior that is Adorable Amy, as she makes her regular jaunt to London, from Wednesday I think. And a couple more bookings would be nice, as it’s that time of year again soon and I’d like some spending money. Yes, it’s my forty-*sneeze* birthday on the 25th, which is a Saturday this year. I have a tutorial that morning but after that I plan to go missing from home for the whole day. What my plans entail, I’m not quite sure. I’m going to have a look see if there are any special exhibitions at the museums during that time. If not, some light shopping; maybe at Westfield, and lunch by myself with my Kindle. Either way I’m going to enjoy myself.

Have a good week.

It’s 7.16am and would you believe it, it’s started to snow in Glasgow. I’ve left the comparative mildness of London to come up to freezing weather. Still, it could be worse and I shouldn’t complain, after watching the rolling news of the devastation that’s struck Japan yesterday. Blimey, it was like watching scenes from a disaster movie wasn’t it? I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. In the scheme of things, a bit of snow that looks a bit wet and poses no threat of settling is nothing to complain about. And because I was following the forecast I’m better prepared than I was when I went to Austria.

Twiggy is due up by train later on this afternoon, so his travel may be affected. The poor thing is going to be as frozen as a fish finger when he gets here. I’ll have just have to warm him up underneath my bottom. I don’t think he’ll object too much.

I forgot to mention, Yorkshire P finally made it down to SW1 on Thursday. Would you believe he nearly had to cancel again! He caught a bit of a tummy bug last weekend which threatened his visit, but overcame it and travelled down to London. He was thinking of re-booking for next Thursday, which would’ve been no good as I have to go into Work, so it’s a good thing he could make it. This time he remembered to charge his camera, he even brought his tripod – he was very well equipped this time. I lept in and out of various changes of knickers whilst he took a few pictures, a couple of which he promised to upload and send to me and I’ll post on here when he does. I must say I do like the red on me.

Glasgow is off to a good start despite the crappy weather. I was in the company of a gorgeous young man for a couple of hours last night. He told me that he hadn’t dated in about 18 months and was concerned that he had lost his touch. If you’re reading this DB, no, no you haven’t. If you do make it down to London for the tennis later on in the year, you know where to find me. And thanks for the tip on Salzburg. You’re the second person this week to recommend it.

Just one booking this afternoon, so I can conserve all my energy for Twiggy and our night in. Rest and homework tomorrow, although I’m tempted by the cinema I walked past on the way to the hotel yesterday. I may take a closer look to see what’s playing at the moment. I have done a lot of my workbook prior to coming up, so the sense of urgency I felt before is diminished somewhat, but it does still need to get done.

Have a good weekend all.

I’ve just come home from seeing the warrior that is Adorable Amy. She was down for a few days this week on her regular visit to London. She and I have a few things in common, she’s really intelligent (oy!), she’s gorgeous (leave it!), she doesn’t suffer fools gladly and we both love the Hummingbird Bakery – it’s where we met for a coffee and a cupcake. No, I’m not in love with Amy, although I reckon she’s one of the best you’ll find in this business (incidently, she’s off to New York soon; if you’re stateside gents, you’re in for a treat and a half). No, I’ve fallen in love with something she whipped out of her handbag whilst we were enjoying our cupcakes. Her Amazon Kindle. She gave me a demonstration of it and it looks absolutely gawwjuss! Especially in the leather wallet. I’m definitely going to get one. I can hear Twiggy weeping now.

Whilst going over our plans for our overnight booking for Glasgow a few days ago, he wrote and said that whilst he agrees with me on almost everything, he vehemently opposes getting a Kindle. “One of life’s little pleasures is wandering around a second hand bookshop and a shop with shelves full of kindles wouldn’t have the same effect I’m afraid.” He’s a bit old-fashioned and I have to say I do kind of agree with him. I do love the smell and feel of books, especially when they’re brand new. I reckon I’ll still get the odd book or two until Kindle have every book written on their list, but I’m definitely getting one. What can I say? More or less everybody’s gone gaga over the I-everything, or the Blackberry. I haven’t fallen for any of those gadgets (although I may have to bend and get an I-Phone when I next upgrade if Nokia doesn’t come out with anything decent soon). I don’t have the Wii and I I have no interest in the X-box. My thing is the Kindle. I’ll just have to close my eyes and sniff the wallet and pretend it’s a leather-bound book.

The snow has finally reached London today, after days of my chuckling at all the other parts of the UK that’s been caught up in this adverse weather. It didn’t look too bad first thing this morning, I sent my progeny off to school thinking this is as bad as it was going to get. I then got ready to go to my Other Job and I couldn’t believe how much snow had accumulated by 9.30am. I thought okay, let’s just pop into Tesco’s for a few bits and pieces and we’ll see if I can make it to my Other Job. The short answer to that was no. I called and informed my office manager that I wouldn’t be coming in.

But instead of going back home and not realising that the snow was not going to cease anytime soon, I thought I’d go and pick up said offspring from school because I could see the grief and hassle that would ensue should they try to make it home by themselves later on in the afternoon. What absolute hell!

On the way there it took me about an hour to cover a 15min journey. The car slid a few times and it was a miracle that when I lost control of the car and it did a major slide to the kerb there were no cars parked. That was scary. Then after I picked up said offspring, I couldn’t get back up the hill, so we had to find an alternative route back home, which took me nearly two hours. Bearing in mind this is normally a fifteen minute journey. I had to make sure the roads I took didn’t have any steep inclines and I don’t think I came out of 2nd gear all the way home. I sent a few prayers to Jesus/Allah/Buddha or whichever diety that might’ve been listening to get us home in one piece and I don’t think I unclenched my buttocks until we were safely parked outside the house. After letting go of the dashboard, car door handles and any other solid implements they could grip on to, said offspring says, thanks mum, but next time we’ll take our chances walking. We’ll be safer. I’m inclined to agree.

I consider myself very lucky that someone was indeed watching over us, because during my sojourn out into the snow we passed a few ambulances, a couple of recovery trucks with pranged cars and other vehicles that were either broken down or stuck because they couldn’t get up any inclines either. Other cars in front of me were skidding all over the roads as well and I made sure to keep my distance. Just catching up with the local news and it seems my part of London, along with the Kent/Essex borders was worst hit in the capital.

I always had my reservations about driving in the snow and I just thought I was being overly cautious. But if I can help it, I’m never going out when it snows again. At least, not in the car, like my progeny I’d rather take my chances and walk. And with this inclement climate, I’ll be suprised if we don’t see more snow before the end of this winter.