Kinky La Rue

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Welcome home, me.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Just to clarify gents, that I won’t be working on the Sunday (8th) as I’d like to take the day off to finally get to go to the Trafford Shopping Centre. I’ve been visiting Manchester for a few years now and would you believe I still haven’t had the opportunity to go. I also want to take a peek at Old Trafford.

But you still have Thursday evening (1 more), Friday or Monday morning if you’re an early bird.

Again though, please don’t hesitate to give me a call or email me on the day. There’s always a chance of cancellations and I’ll have email access this time.

Manchester Trafford Centre

I would say I’m raring to go, but I’m still suffering from trying to get home on London Transport yesterday. That’ll teach me to travel home on a Sunday. It took me an hour and a half just to get from London Euston Station to Croydon. The journey from Manchester down was better.

Anyway, I’m back home taking a day off today, but I just wanted to say thank you to those who visited me in Manchester. This was by far, the best tour I’ve ever had, not just because it was busy, but because I met more lovely people. Sorry to “M” from Thursday, whose offer of a bit of sight-seeing I had to decline as my Saturday was so busy. I’ll make it to Old Trafford yet. Mind you, the closest I did get was walking through the throng of red-shirted supporters going in the opposite direction on my way to Piccadilly Station yesterday. It was a bit of a buzz.

And a big thank you to lovely regular client “Twiggy”, for the bag of chocolate-covered vanilla fudge from your local town. Better than Thornton’s.

And talking of “Twiggy”, look what he and I got up to. “Twiggy” (he knows why I call him that) is a face-sitting officionado, he’s been indulging his predilictions for years so he knows what he likes. Anyway, he sought permission to take some pictures of our time together on Saturday for his private collection, being a trusted customer and knowing that I didn’t want any identifiable bits in the pics, I was happy to oblige. I think they’re great. I did try to ask him what he thought, but I couldn’t understand the muffling sounds he kept making. But I do know he was one happy bunny, weren’t you “Twiggy”? And didn’t the camera do well?

I'm sorry, I didn't see your face there.

Can you breathe? No? Good.

I was contemplating bringing my laptop to Manchester with me, but I’ve decided against it. I have enough dragging of my luggage around with my illicit bits encased. So I’ll be back on Sunday with a commentary on how the tour went. I’m looking forward to it, seeing old clients from way back and meeting new ones for the first time.

I’m still trying to fit in a visit to Old Trafford, or at least Trafford Centre at the weekend. The Saturday is fully-booked at the moment, so maybe Friday, we’ll see. It seems strange that I keep making all these visits up there and not get the chance to get to that corner of Manchester. But I do tour first and foremost, so any sightseeing has to be secondary. I’d spend a week up there if I could.

Anyway, enough of the rambling. A bit early but have a good weekend all.

Well, everything’s booked and I’ll be staying in one of my favourite cities on the 13th August through to the 16th. That’s  from Thursday to Sunday morning. I’ve already written to a couple of my favourite clients up there and they’re happy to know I’ll be paying the North a visit again, even though I was in two minds about visiting again. I might even give the Arndale Shopping Centre a miss this time and go and visit the Trafford Centre, maybe even do a tour of Old Trafford, who knows. Work has always prevented me before.

I lowered my London prices by a tenner when I was there last December, which went down very well with the cost-conscious. I reckon I’ll do the same again. After all, it’s cheaper touring up north than it is down south. And I’m quite chuffed that I found a website selling cut price train tickets from London Euston to Manchester Piccadilly. It does help booking well in advance.

And talk about booking in advance, I just missed a corker there. I booked my usual hotel about a week before the new footie fixtures were published. I took another look and they’ve added an extra £40 for the Saturday night. I totally forgot that the new season starts on the 15th August with the Charity Shield.  Lucky or wot! I don’t even know how busy the Saturday would be up in Manc., but I’ve never stayed the weekend before and I thought it might be a nice change. I’m just glad I’m an early bird that caught the worm.

And I wonder if I’ll see that gent that was kind enough to feed me tea and sandwiches after my long  journey up from London last time in December. What a thoughtful thing to do. And it was very much appreciated as I literally was cold and hungry when I got to Manc.

Anyway, Manchester in August it is. If there are any lovely northern gents that won’t be going away on holiday and would love a bit of slap and tickle with this early bird, do drop me a line or give me a call.

I’m very much looking forward to it.xx