Whilst YoSushi remains one of my favourite quickie eateries, Dim t had a glorious menu and I must admit we did have a bit of difficulty choosing what to eat. I settled on a better version of Chicken Katsu Curry than I normally get at YoSushi, Amy had the Chicken with Lemon Sauce. We also shared some dim sum, which was just scrumptious.
She’s back in London for one day next week Friday before she goes back home to Scarborough. I’m hoping to catch up with her again and hopefully we can make a stop at Konditor & Cook.

My work-out’s going really well. It’ll be about a month since I first started it and look, I’m still going! I only managed it twice this week (Monday and this morning) as I had the early outcall on Wednesday morning. My lycra top no longer rides up and bunches up under my boobs as it first did, which means I’m toning up as it’s fitting better. The cat still has this innate need to jump down off the sill and climb on top of me whilst I’m doing the Legs, Bums and Tums section of the dvd. It’s just weird, I work out for nearly an hour and it’s not until I’m lying on the floor that she decides I need company. I think she thinks I’m going to sleep.

My Psychology course is going well. I exceeded my own expectations and got a whopping 80% for my first assignment. On my last course they were all mid-60s. I’m not sure if it’s because I’m better at psychology than sociology, or my tutor is a more lenient marker. Or maybe I’m just getting better at writing essays, who knows? I admit, as this is more to do with the study of peoples’ minds, I’m more engrossed in the reading of this book than I was on the previous course. I’ll see what happens. I may even change the course of this course (see what I did there?) if it looks like I’m more suited to the Psychology side of Criminology than Social Policy. At the moment I’m trying to keep on top of, and even a little ahead of my reading so I can make sure to have my next assignment submitted before New York. The proof will be in this next assignment as it’s a 1500 worder. The previous was in two parts, 250 and 800 words respectively.

This weekend I have a booking tomorrow at 12pm for an hour. I did have another at 2pm but I’ve just cancelled it. Some gentlemen seem to think that after they’ve made a booking they can then bombard me with texts and think it’s part of the deal. I think from now on I’m going to switch the phone off when I’m not working or expecting any confirmation calls. After work tomorrow it’ll be switched off until next Tuesday evening. I’ll put it back on until I’ve got enough work to keep me going for the week then it’s off again. Last week I had to turn it off for a few days after a particularly unpleasant and abusive character called from a new number to make a booking and cannot seem to fathom for the life of him, why after he’s racially abused me I’m unwilling to drop my big panties for him. He’s been trying on and off for the past 5 months and I’m thisclose to calling the police, something I’ve never had to do before. His accent gives him away so he won’t be getting far with me. Unfortunately now I’m at the stage where I’m becoming less and less inclined to keep the phone on. I know it’s hardly customer service, but to be honest it felt really good not having the phone on. Sorry to have missed all the genuine chaps, but if you want me that bad you’ll get me. And if anybody wants to get in touch you’re always welcome to email me.

But if anybody’s in the London Bridge area tomorrow around 2pm, even for a quickie half hour, do feel free to give me a call. I’m going to do my darndest to avoid Borough Market, but I can’t promise anything.

Now that the new year is here I’ve stepped up the job search and have already sent in a couple of applications. Who knew they’d be so time-consuming? One of them I won’t hear back from as interviews are for this Friday and if I didn’t hear anything by this past Monday I knew that would be a non-starter.
Over the weekend I filled out another application. As soon as I put the finishing touches to that on Monday afternoon I had to do an aptitude test, which was another hour and 15 minutes. It’s a good thing I had taken the day off my Other Job to complete my assignment as it was due yesterday. After that was done then came the job application immediately followed by the aptitude test, it appeared as soon as I submitted my application online. I can’t remember when I’ve ever done one so all I can do is cross my fingers. The deadline is not until this coming Sunday so if I do hear anything it won’t be until next week. Given the job market situation at the moment I expect the response to this particular job to be immense. We’ll see.

Meanwhile I’ve started working out. That’s right, you heard me, I’ve joined the countless masses that have thrown themselves into getting fit for the new year. It is something I’ve been promising myself for a while and there’s no more procrastinating. I only hope it’s not going to fall by the wayside and the dvd becomes a coaster for my morning coffee. Although I’m eating a lot more healthier than I did over two years ago, for some reason I couldn’t bring myself to work out and I’m not sure why. Laziness I suppose. But I have the time (in the mornings unless I have work) and I’ve no more excuses.
You should’ve seen me when I did it for the first time last week. There I was, looking like a right ‘nana. Seriously, I must’ve looked like a banana. I had my big yellow Spongebob t-shirt on with black cut-off trackie bottoms. Brown both ends and yellow in the middle. Yep, a right bruised banana. So this week I dug out some old work-out gear that I haven’t worn since my regular days at the gym ten years ago. The top barely fits but that’s okay as it’s tight enough to stops my boobs from whacking me in the face everytime I make an attempt at jumping.
Today’s work-out was hilarious. The cat was eyeing me quizically the whole time I was working out and when I was flat out on the floor during the Legs, Bums and Tums section of the dvd, she jumped down off the window sill and trotted over to me, miaowing and pawing at me, as if to question why I’m flat out on my back with my legs in the air sweating bullets. If cats could laugh she’d have been in hysterics. I’m sure she was having a chortle inside.

Apart from wanting to get fit for the new year, New York is around the corner. I love walking around Manhattan so I need to get fit just for that. Not to mention my girl Amy who’s coming with me walks like she’s in a race. From experience I have to almost jog to keep up with her. I have longer legs, I don’t walk fast, I amble. Amy has the littlest legs, she walks like SJ, they both go like tiny rockets. I don’t know what it is with short people.
So for those reasons I have to get fit. Besides, I want to eat with gay abandon when I’m there and not worry about having to squeeze into my jeans when I’m back home. And hopefully when I do get back I’ll keep up with keeping fit.

Work’s a bit thin on the ground as it usually is at this time of the year. I had an outcall last Thursday and I’ve another one this Saturday and Yorkshire P’s coming down to London next Thursday. I never expect too much out of January, February too for that matter. Everybody’s still broke after the holidays and things don’t normally pick up until March, so I’m happy to just totter along and see what comes.

Not that I haven’t had my share of attractive (wanna-be) bookings. I got a phone call from a chap last night, a real fast talker, called approx. 5.30pm wanting an overnight that night. It’s obvious he hadn’t bothered to read the site properly or he’d know that I don’t do short notice bookings (especially overnights with people I’ve never met), or work on Tuesdays. I knew as soon as this chap started talking that he was a timewaster. He was a pretty slick talker and I was answering his queries, waiting for the other shoe to drop. He asked me how kinky am I and was I prepared to offer this, that and the other service. Most I said yes to, anal sex was a no. He said he’d pay extra for another specialist service to which I replied that it wasn’t necessary. I’m always suspicious of gentlemen who say they’re willing to pay extra. Why would you if the lady has already stated that she would offer it anyway? And then the other shoe dropped. He wanted bareback sex because he wanted to “feel deep inside me”. I sighed, told him no, it’s not something I offer. He persisted, I hung up. It was going nowhere so there was no point in wasting both our times.
I understand there are escorts who do offer bareback, if the profiles on Adultwork are to be believed. Why not search for a lady that fits all his requirements instead of browbeating somebody who’s said no to you once already? So that was yesterday. If anybody would like a (straight-forward) booking this week, with an understanding of the services I do offer and won’t browbeat me into doing something I wouldn’t offer in a million years, do drop me a line or give me a call.

In the meantime I caught up with Warrior Amy on Thursday and we lunched at Fish!, a fabulous restaurant in Borough Market. We had their Xmas Menu. She had the fish pie, I had grilled sardines and salad. My dessert was sticky toffee pudding with ice-cream. Scrumptious. I would’ve taken a pic but I didn’t pause from eating long enough to get the phone out. I’m not sure if it’s the food or what but I’ve talked Amy into taking on an admin role on SAAFE, which I consider to be a massive boon to the site itself. She’s always been a huge champion for the rights of sex workers and if anything close to her heart needed publicity she could always use it as a platform.
And get this, I’ve also talked her into coming to New York with me next March, which’ll be fantastic. Well, think about it, the job search looks like it’ll be going on for some time yet and I don’t see me finding anything in the next couple of months. And if I’m going to squeeze in one more tour, I might as well make it a big one, right? And I can have a buddy to scream at should the clients ever drive me nuts like they did last year. We’ve picked a date that we’re both happy with and we chatted about that and other things, but as usual the time flew by. She had to get back to knackering more clients out and I wanted to get back home before the rush-hour kicked in. But not without stopping at Konditor & Cook of course for some cake (again, sorry, didn’t even have time to think about getting the camera out) and I also bought a few things from the market before heading back to the station.

I know I said I was going to work on Monday but it increasingly looks like that’s not going to happen. I still have a little shopping to do before a family get-together on Wednesday and what with my Other Job on Tuesday, Monday is the only day I can finish off my shopping before then. So next week’s even more limited I’m afraid. You’ve got the afternoon of the Thursday and Xmas Eve itself. That’s it for work next week. Again, check the diary, it’s up to date.

Although I wasn’t adversely affected by 9/11, I do remember watching the 2nd plane fly into the 2nd tower and watching the tower disintegrate. I visited the World Trade Centre back in 2000 and thought about all the offices, the restaurants and the shops on the ground floor.
When the news unfolded I remembered my mother and I had tried to call New York to make sure her brother and his family was okay and not being able to reach them because all communications were down. She was in an absolute state for days until we reached him and he assured her that all was okay.

The same thing happened here in reverse when the July 7th bombs went off. All of a sudden people kept calling me asking if I was okay and I asked what was going on. I wasn’t near a telly at the time and someone told me of the breaking news of what was going on in Central London. Then when I heard what happened it was a frantic afternoon of calling all my friends and family to make sure they were okay.

A couple of occassions I’m never likely to forget and I’m glad he’s dead.

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.)

Well, I am here and as usual I’m wide awake at 4am New York time because my body clock’s telling me it’s 9am, so at the moment I’m watching late night (or is that early morning) telly, waiting to see if I can either fall asleep again, or if I can stay up for the whole day. I’m betting on the former.

I’m back where I was in 2007 and nothing’s changed much around here, but I see that JFK has. It’s mahoosive! I do remember from my last visit that they were building on it and it looks to be complete. I took the Airtrain from the airport to Jamaica in Queens then hopped on the E train downtown into Manhattan. The whole journey took less than an hour and a fraction of the price than forking out for a yellow cab to the city – $7.25, as opposed to $48 + toll + tip, which usually comes to about $60. I highly recommend it to those on a budget and if you don’t mind the “odd” singing guitar guy to entertain you on the train. I even almost missed my stop because the train got into Manhattan quicker than anticipated. I bought myself a Metro Card (think Oyster Card) which’ll take me on the subway and buses, although I do love walking in New York, but I plan to go down to Greenwich Village for a peruse, which would need transportation other than my strong and sturdy yet hardly bionic legs. I also plan to visit Chinatown (for the best chinese food) and 34th St. for my shopping needs.

I’ll take a few pics and will post them when I get home. The view from my hotel room itself is worth capturing. I asked for a room with a view and I got it, although I notice by the envelope which had my keycard in it they had originally assigned me another room. So thanks to the lady at reception for accommodating me.

Okay, I’m off to see if I can doze off a bit more before the day kicks in.

I ended up taking two two hour bookings earlier on in the week, on top of which I was to meet the warrior that is Adorable Amy who’s in town working for a few days. By the time I got home on Wednesday night I was completely knackered. I had to take the day off yesterday to recuperate. Man, I’m getting old. I remember the days when I used to go nightclubbing, get home at 4am, then be up again at 6am and put in a full day’s work on two hour’s sleep. Now I need a day just to get over the previous day.

Anyway, after a momentary blip when I thought she’d been kidnapped and murdered (long story, the upshot is she really needs to get herself a new work phone) I met Amy at Waterloo Stn. on Wednesday morning and I took her to Honour Fetishwear Shop on Lower Marsh St. so she could look around at the gear they sold. If you remember, it’s where I bought my Killer Heels from (honestly, that’s the name of the manufacturer’s, Killer Heels). We both spat at the floor at the mere mention of Ann Summers and I told her that to get proper stuff that lasts more than a week, Honour’s was the place. She ended up buying a lovely pencil skirt made out of a shimmering-looking material that looked just fabulous on her when she tried it on. Great for the secretary look. I bought this skirt. Do you remember it? I mentioned buying it before and I thought how great my bum would look in it, so I had to have it.

After that, it was on to Yo Sushi’s for lunch and a catch-up. We gabbled away like two hens, saw somebody we both think we recognised on the telly, and munched our way through some lovely Japanese food. After that I took her to one of my favourite cake shops, Konditor and Cook on Roupell St. They sell decadently delicious slices of cake that are so huge you can have one as a meal, which I in fact did later on that night. Not very nutritious, I know.

Anyway, after we both treated ourselves, I had to get off to Victoria, Amy had to get back to her hotel. She walked me to the bus stop to catch the bus to Victoria Stn. Tell you what, not sure what it is with shorter people who walk really fast. I’ve got a good few inches on Amy and I found myself almost running to catch up with her. It’s the same with SJ. She had litttle piddly legs and must’ve been all of 5ft 0″, but man could she move.

Back to Victoria to get ready for my 4pm client. He’s the one I call Clark Kent. He looks as unassuming as you can get, then when I get his clothes off, it’s like a transformation. True, he doesn’t turn into Superman and whilst he’s unable to leap tall buildings, he is able to leap tall women, namely me. After our two hours was up he changed back into Clark Kent, looked totally unassuming again and off he went home.

I had an hour’s rest until my 7pm turned up. It was a client whom I saw only last week but was so impressed with my services he made another booking to come back again. He wanted somebody that was sexually and sensuously dominant, which I had no problem doing. Throw in a bit of facesitting and it made for a great booking.
Inbetween there were phone calls asking for last minute bookings. There must’ve been something in the water on Wednesday, as there seemed to be an urgency to get laid, like now. Sorry chaps, you snooze you lose.

Home for me by 9pm, which means I didn’t get in until gone 10pm. I was too shattered to make something to eat, so I just had the cake with a glass of milk. As I said, not very nutritious I know, but it filled a hole and it was straight to bed not long after. A brilliant day on Wednesday.

I took the day off yesterday and would’ve loved another booking today to finish off a great week. But today was more of the same. Last minute phone calls from guys wanting to get laid yesterday. In amongst that I’ve made a booking for tomorrow afternoon at 2pm. We’ll see if it comes to fruition though. Anybody that really wants to get laid immediately rarely wants to wait a day or two, so they look elsewhere. I’ll know by 10am in the morning when the gent has to confirm.

I have written to a couple of clients from way back informing them that the dates are set and the ads are up, so get in there quick, and I already have a booking for the 14th.
I also received a rather creepily anonymous email tonight from somebody telling me that they’re “offering some great deals on 4* hotels”. No salutations, no sign off, just that, you can’t even tell whether or not it’s man or woman. I wrote back and said “cheers mate, but I’m already sorted”, whilst at the same time thinking that my ad must’ve been up for less than an hour before I got that email.
Yes geez, I’m going to take you up on your offer, send you my hard-earned just before I get there, you scarper off with it and I’m stranded when I get to New York. I don’t remember writing “sucker” on my forehead when I took my pics. That’s just one scenario, I shudder to think what else they might have in mind.

Quite a few opportunists lurk Eros, in my opinon it’s the best site for advertising on when you want to go to the US but you will get that odd (and I mean that in more ways than one) email from random people offering things. Couple of years back when I went to LA I had a chap write to me offering to be my driver, despite the fact that it said incalls only on my ad.

All that aside, I’ve also ordered my rent-a-phone to use whilst in NY. The warrior that is Adorable Amy recommended that I use this company as she found them reliable and it’s a lot cheaper than getting a new phone and a sim card, especially when I don’t know when, or indeed if I’m going to use it again. It’s always good getting a recommendation from a fellow escort, be it a hotel, where to buy stockings or any other product. ‘Though I don’t mind the odd recommendation from clients, I wouldn’t imagine you chaps would know where to buy the best run-resistant stockings, unless there’s something you’re not telling me…..

So that’s all my tours booked for the year now. When I get back from New York, I need to buckle down and get on with my next course. Then in August it’s a two-city tour to Edinburgh and Manchester. I’ve booked two days in Edinburgh for the 2nd August. The prices were a little steep, but I figured it’s August, it’s bound to be. A fellow escort asked me if I was going for the Fringe Festivals. Doh! I had completely forgotten about that. No wonder hotel prices were high. But as I’ve mentioned before I’ve always wanted to go back, although I’ll miss the festivals by a day. I need to get me some more of that proper strong smelly Scottish Cheddar cheese at Jenner’s department store and bring home some Scottish Heather honey from a little shop I found on my last visit. You can’t get that stuff here in London. So I’m really looking forward to it. And with Manchester as usual on the 4th, it’s going to be a lovely week. You know how much I love Manchester and Edinburgh and Glasgow are getting up there for favourite places to visit. I can’t wait.