I hear you cry! Yes I know, my apologies. I know it’s been over a week since my last entry. Where was I? That’s right, last Friday I was going walkies, the plan was to go to Westfield to do a bit of shopping, have a bit of lunch, read a bit of the Kindle. Well, I achieved 2 out of 3. I had lunch and read my Kindle, but due to a broken down train at Shepherd’s Bush I got as far as Clapham Junction. Platform 2 was totally closed off and unless I felt like taking 2 tubes to Shepherd’s Bush from Victoria it wasn’t going to happen. So I hopped back on the train and went into Victoria instead and had lunch at YoSushi’s at the station. After lunch I went for a stroll and to my delight there were a few stalls from Leadenhall Market at Victoria Plaza. I bought a few items including my first Christmas present so it didn’t turn into too much of a wasted day.

That was last Friday. Saturday I had a booking at one of the hotels in the SE1 area. I tell you what, all this meeting clients in different hotels makes it all feel naughty and a bit clandestine, like I’m meeting various lovers but having to stay one step ahead so as not to bring any suspicion on myself. Anyway, last Saturday’s client was a lovely fella from Glasgow (no, he didn’t come from Glasgow just to see me silly, he lives in Peterborough) who had been trying to get to see me during the week but I needed to take those few days off. He ended up having such a good time he wrote a review about it here. It was great that he thought I was the epitome of professionalism. He was a very forgiving chap, considering we were approximately 15mins late in starting because my train decided to make a like a snail and crawl its way from Croydon to London Bridge. I remember in my rush to get ready for Peterbro’ bloke I put my thongs on the wrong way and ended up with the crutch on my left hip, and you know, I wouldn’t have known had I not looked in the mirror when getting dressed. Anyway, I made sure Peterbro’ fella had a good time and made sure he went home with a smile on his face. Mission accomplished – a lovely wee chap who’s welcome back anytime.
After the booking I hung around to see if I could pick up another booking but it was destined not to happen. The nearest I got was a timewaster who asked if I was “free today”. Yes I am, I says. “Do you have a nurse’s outfit”, he asks. ‘Fraid not, I reply. “What about a schoolgirl outfit”? And it was at this point where I can hear his voice getting lower and lower as he started masturbating. I just sighed, hung up and decided to call it a day. And of course on the way home came the ubiquitous “are you available today” enquires whilst I’m snailing my way back to Croydon. That’s life.

I had a couple more bookings this week. I picked another hotel for Wednesday’s liaison just to mix things up a bit and Thursday’s was an outcall to one of the Hiltons in Central London. I didn’t get home until gone 10.30pm and got to bed around midnight and I thought I’d be shattered but I didn’t feel too bad yesterday. I know, I thought, I’ll take another trip to Westfield seeing as I didn’t get there last week. Guess what? Yep, thwarted again! This time somebody thought they’d try death by train, didn’t quite succeed and ended up injuring themselves and stopping the whole of the Southern Rail network whilst they were stretchered off the tracks. Absolutely no trains going in either directions, said one of the train station staff, with no idea when things’ll get back to normal. I’m just not supposed to get to Shepherd’s Bush am I?? I admitted defeat, touched back out of the station and got a bus to Croydon town centre and just did a bit of shopping there. I figured even if I did make it to Westfield I can only imagine the hell of trying to get home again, so there was no point in even trying. I will get there dammit *as she shakes her fist at the general direction of the train station.* That was at midday. I got home around 3.15pm and trains were running again but subject to “severe delays and cancellations with no notification”. Can you imagine trying to get home in the rush hour on a Friday? Yeahhh, no thank you.

Study day today (I managed to read a couple of chapters of my text book on my Kindle on the way to my outcall Thursday night, brilliant) and SJ’s come down to London for the weekend, so I’ll be seeing her for lunch tomorrow, very much looking forward to it. Warrior Amy’s back in London in a couple of weeks so I’ll be seeing her for lunch too. I also have a tentative lunch date with my study buddy from the course inbetween Christmas and the New Year. Talk about ladies who lunch, I don’t think I’ve had so many lunch dates in one month. It is nice to be out and about, I must admit.

Still waiting for my course results. No word yet.

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.

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.

Talk about the skin of my teeth. I’ve managed to find a new incall location in the Earl’s Court area in SW5. Incalls resume next week, not that there was much of a break, apart from today.

I went to see the owner of the property this afternoon. Luckily she saw an ad I had put up on the Girl Directory website a few weeks ago. In fact, when she had first text me a couple of weeks ago regarding it I didn’t even remember I’d had it up there, so that was fortunate. She’s a lovely lady who I ended up getting on really well with. We gabbled like hens for two hours, talking about the ups and downs of the industry; the good, the bad and the ugly.

I told her a little bit about me and how long I’ve been in the business. I mentioned SAAFE and that it was SJ and myself that conceived it – she was shocked to say the least. Seems it was a godsend when she first became an escort. She calls it “her bible”. It was all I could do to stop welling up and do that superfluous flapping thing women do with their hands when they’re about to blubber. I sometimes forget how important the site is to some escorts, especially when first starting out. It was wonderful hearing first-hand how beneficial it was to someone.

Anyway, it’s a lovely discreet flat not too far from both Earls Court and West Brompton undergrounds. It’s inbetween the two. Earls Court would be better though, as it’s bigger and serves both the District and the Piccadilly lines whilst West Brompton just serves the District line. And it’s only 4 stops from Victoria which is good. And only two stops from South Kensington, which is bad, seeing that’s where the Hummingbird Bakery is. I can see myself fighting a lot of cupcake urges in the coming months,lol.

Now for the arduous task of amending the descriptions on my website and to notify various directory webmasters of my change of location so they can make the necessary amendments.

Fingers crossed all goes well at the new place. Hope to see you there.

That’s all the time I have left at Victoria. My landlady told me yesterday that she’s at last found a place and she’ll be moving out on the 4th June. She’s given me until the 3rd, which is a Friday.

I really do hate change and I’m really sad that I’ll no longer be working from my landlady’s home. I’ve known her for five years and she’s been a wonderful and patient person. I’ll miss her. I’ve felt very comfortable in her home. It’s a pity she couldn’t hang on for a few months longer whilst I slowly withdraw from the business altogether. Long-time readers will know that this is what’s on the cards and as far as I’m concerned it’s only a matter of time.

I’m in email correspondence with another lady in the W1 area and I hope to see the apartment next week. I did want to go today as I’ve given myself the day off but she’s busy. She wanted me to visit this Sunday but Sunday’s my study day so we’ll need to find a mutually convenient time. I’ll let you know how that goes.

In the meantime, if there’s anybody that would like a booking within the next couple of weeks and Victoria’s convenient for you, drop me a line or give me a call.

Did everybody enjoy their extra day off yesterday? What did you get up to? Did you watch the wedding? I must admit I did have it on in the background whilst I was pottering about the house yesterday after I got back from shopping. The weather stayed dry and the wedding seemed to emanate a feelgood factor throughout the UK.

This past week the bunting was up all over Victoria. Some of the shops had some wonderful displays. Whittards the coffee sellers had some great accessories if you were that way obsessed inclined.

Me? Well, I had a couple of bookings this week, including seeing one of my old favourites on Thursday, ‘Newcastle Brown’, whom I’m sure I hadn’t seen for about 6 months. It was wonderful seeing him again after such a long absence. He’s one of my oldest clients, dating back to my Caterham days. The chap who made a booking two months prior didn’t confirm in the end, despite my email that morning asking that he do so. I stll haven’t heard from him two days later, so I’m assuming it was all a big fantasy on his part. I had given him the benefit of the doubt because as the booking was made so long ago, I had neglected to ask him the week before to confirm. But I shall now save the gent’s email to my ‘Timewasters’ folder.

But it was cool, because it meant I could meet the warrior that is Adorable Amy earlier for lunch on the Thursday. She was passing through after a booking over at Heathrow. We went for a bite at YoSushi, fast becoming one of our favourite eateries. They were doing a special offer for the month of April. If you’ve never been to YoSushi’s before here’s a brief explanation:
They have small plates of food which go around on a conveyer belt and you take your pick. Each plate is a different colour which depicts a different price. The price starts from £1.70 to £5.00. Well, this month every Monday was Blue Plate Monday, which they then extended to Thursdays, and this Thursday being the 28th was the last Thursday for the promotion. Are you with me?
Well, of course Amy and I (not to mention a lot of other customers, the restaurant was packed) had to take advantage of this offer and between us we ate enough to maybe feed a small village for a day. Our excuse is these are small plates and it does take a while to fill up. It doesn’t help that their food is truly scrumptious and they do carry a wide variety of Japanese dishes, so you feel compelled to try different ones. Amy had me rolling about at one point when she tried one of their desserts, not knowing what it was and couldn’t quite determine the taste, but she tucked in anyway. Although she did say it was very sweet. With Blue Plate Thursday every dish was blue, therefore £2.30, so Amy and I went a little bit crazy. We ate, we chatted, we laughed and ate some more. A good afternoon we had and I went home satiated.

In other news my landlady has informed me that she isn’t renewing her lease on the apartment in Victoria so I will soon be without incall facilities if I don’t find somewhere fast. I’m actually quite gutted, as I’ve been there for five maybe six years and it was very convenient for me to get to to see my clients. I’ve been ‘Kinky La Rue in SW1′ for a good long time now and I’m going to have to adjust to the fact that an upheavel is imminent if I don’t find other premises to work from in the area.

The irony is, as far as bookings go, May is shaping up quite nicely for the next couple of weeks with advanced bookings and later into the month for outcalls. If there’s anybody that would like to make a booking within the next month at Victoria, I suggest you do so now. As I understand it, she did tell me mid-May, but as she hasn’t found new premises to move to yet that may be extended, so when she does give her notice, I’ll give you mine.

so if anybody wants to step in either tomorrow (Friday) or Saturday, give me a call or drop me a line. Remember I’m off next week and won’t be back at Victoria until the 21st. I’m seeing Yorkshire P at 1pm on the 21st but one more would be good.

It’s been a good week so far; I was on a training course for my Other Job on Tuesday and I’m to have a chat with my supervisor next week on moving forward. New York’s going well and today I had a long booking with my Cricket Bloke. He’s happy because the cricket starts at Lord’s next week, so he thought he’d stop by and see me before I go and before he gets busy with his other passion. The sun is shining and I’m not even bothered that it shows up the dirt on my car….I really must get it seen to.

Anyway, I digress. Get in touch if you’d like to pop over to SW1 for a bit of slap n’ tickle.

I tried to set-up an appointment for today which, for one reason or another, didn’t come to fruition. Initial communication was by email and he text me later on in the morning, which I really don’t like to do anyway unless you’re a client I’ve seen before but this chap was quite apologetic for not being able to call and was also quite polite. I had sent him a response to which he had taken time to reply.
He text back and apologised for the delay in replying. He was basically wanking over my pictures, then proceeded to ask me if I “did phone sex, ‘cos I could go again”. Bleurgh!

I know to some of you, you’d consider this a bit strange, given my line of work. But that’s the operative word, “work”. As much as I love it (and honestly I do, otherwise I wouldn’t have been in it for so long), it’s still work. Just as you don’t think about work 24hrs a day, neither do I. In today’s case I was just jumping into the car to go and pick up a bit of shopping from Tesco’s for dinner tonight. Why is it so hard for guys to believe that even with our jobs, we don’t think and act it our escort personas 24hrs a day? I’m not Kinky 24/7, neither am I horny all day. And I certainly don’t want to know when a bloke’s having a wank/pulling his tugboat/spanking his monkey – delete as applicable. Especially if I didn’t ask to know.

It’s like the chappy who recently set up an appointment for two weeks hence, then proceeded to send me pictures of his dick, asking me if I liked it and could I wait. Why do blokes think that’s what I’d want to see prior to a booking? Am I not going to see it soon enough? It hardly gets me in the mood on the 15.33 in to Victoria.
I mean, think about it. How many willys do you think I might have seen in over nine years in this illustrious occupation? No disrespect but, apart from them being of various shades of skin tone and different sizes, a willy’s pretty much a willy. I have seen one before. Needless to say the appointment was cancelled.

I’m fully aware that wanking over my pics does happen, and I have no problems with that, given the nature of them I’d be rather naive if I thought it didn’t happen. I’d just rather not be told when you do. Just like I don’t randomly text somebody in my phone and tell them I’m masturbating. Why would I and why would I think they’d want to know?

Maybe he thought I’d be flattered, which would explain why he felt the need to tell me. I dunno, I reckon it’s the Venus and Mars thing.

….I’m happy to say. Today’s booking turned up.

Usually when a guy wants to make a booking in the next couple of hours and I tell them that I’m unable to accommodate, but I am free at such and such a time, they go ahead and book (why I don’t know when it’s not really what they want), only to not confirm on the day – my assumption is they couldn’t wait and they’ve gone elsewhere. It’s happened many times, it happened earlier this week. I actually tell gents not to book if they’re not sure, but they do anyway.

So when today’s booking called early yesterday wanting to see me last night, I told him I couldn’t help but I would be available today. He made a booking for 2pm today. To which he confirmed and turned up, albeit about five mins late. And you know, the whole time going to Victoria I thought I was going to have some sort of problem; either he wouldn’t turn up at all or he would be really late. Chatting with him on the phone when making the booking yesterday, I got the impression that he really didn’t want to go through with it, like he couldn’t care less if he saw me. So I was suprised when he called to confirm this morning and turned up this afternoon.

It turns out that ‘C’ was just a bit of a nervous nelly. Not only was it his first time seeing a BBW, it was his first time seeing a Black woman, two firsts for him. So although I could tell there was something, I just read it wrong. I do wonder though, if it was a case of him giving himself courage, which is why he sounded so noncholant on the phone.
Kudos to him, I understand how nerve-wracking something like this can be when it’s something you’re not used to doing. Some guys bottle it, some don’t. He’s welcome back anytime.