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I hope 2010 bring you everything you want and more. and on that subject I have attached a taster of things to cum.

Thank you for all the good times in 2009 and heres to the best year yet on 2010

xxx

Ok I know there is still strictly a few days to go, but as I’m already making plans for 2010 to me this year has come to a close.

First off my new site pictures have been done, as soon as I get them here ill upload a taster or 2, then get the rest on the site as soon as I can.

Secondly I’m planning 2010 tours.
Birmingham and the Chanel Isles go without saying, I am also thinking a couple of days in London Burlesque Honey has kindly offered me her boudoir so I may head there rather than a hotel, I know it’s rather more luxurious, so we shall see, if you are interested in any of my tours, email me with your location, and as soon as I get enough interest ill set a date.

Hope you all have a good new year

As it is not really practical to send cards to you, this is just a quick post to wish you all a very happy Christmas and hope 2010 is the best year yet.

Merry Christmas

This year I am taking a week off at Christmas to recharge the batteries so I am unavailable from the
20th December until the 27th.

Looking forward to meeting you all again in the new year

I have decided its about time I dragged myself into the 20th century and “get with it” so I have been thinking of ways I can use technology to improve things both on the site and offline, so I am going to try this t’internet thing first, I have always been led to believe its full of porn and bomb making instructions, so try and avoid it, but even my local corner shop is now online, ok every time I see him, he is looking at Wendy Whoppers site, but the mere fact Doris from number 23 can send a quick email asking him to put aside a loaf and paper for when she gets back from bingo means that the future is not so orange as binary.

So I get onto the net and am faced with a bewildering array of facetubes, youspaces, and social networks, arghhhhhhh im thinking at this point that maybe I should just go back to setting the timer on the video, which I can sit here very smug and say, I have….. ok that was back in 1996 and I recorded the wrong channel, but at least it went on at the correct time, I digress, now yes, so I’m looking at all these different things apparently I cant live without as everybody is doing them, and settled on one or two that ill test and maybe integrate into my site.

Another side of technology advancement I tend to ignore is the phone, as far as I’m concerned, if I can make/receive calls, and create some gogbbledeygook and send it as an sms then what more do I need?
Ah ha says the man in the shop, you need wifi to access this t’internet thing while having breakfast out, so you are up to date with the days events and the weather, personally I would rather have a bacon and egg sandwich but still, he must know best, then he points out that when I’m going anywhere, its difficult to read a map, I agree with that but point out the bus driver should know where he is going so I just follow him, no says the sales man, you need satellite navigation, not entirely sure why I need to know where a satellite is going, but he is in full flow here so I wait, and when he is finished he gives me a phone… so I thank him and ask for a satellite thingy as well, and he points out its in the phone, so when I finally work out how to switch it on, next time you call for a booking ill at least know where in Tesco I am.

Well its over for another year, and I must admit my new location means I had the equivalent of row 52000 seat d, and what a fantastic 3 days it was, not many people can admit going to bed with the likes of the Prodigy and Neil Young, only downside was the ferries being booked solid all weekend, so there was no escape if I wanted it.

Thanks to the festival my weekend was spent dancing (badly) and topping up my tan, anybody want to play spot the brown bits? today i have spent planning this new cutting edge blog post, except you get my rambling instead.

Quick short notice date for the diary, I am in Birmingham Saturday 15th June from late afternoon till midnight.
and will be able to offer in/outcall if anybody is feeling a bit frisky.

Right onwards and left a bit

As Victor Meldrew would say, i just don’t believe it, you often hear of the M25 being described as a car park, well now I know what they mean, rushing back from Suffolk, hit the jams and what a nightmare, the end result being my early morning flight to Guernsey was ready long before I was, cue mad woman trying to text my Friday appointment, which im never very good at, while at the same time checking my bag through security, when out falls my toiletry bag and vibrator, fair play to the security lady she just smiled, popped it back and then moaned that my toothpaste wasn’t in a clear bag, but what a start to the trip, even with my special red pass, I missed the flight and ended up spending most of the very warm day window shopping in Southampton after deciding it wasn’t worth heading back to the Isle of Wight.

Saturday thankfully was fairly uneventful, apart from the bedroom, which was good, I have done the tourist thing to the point of exhaustion now, so spent it mainly in the hotel spa, which made a nice change.

Sunday, I was hoping to slip over to Jersey and meet a friend for coffee, but ditzy me strikes again, after spending a week planning it, I realise I haven’t got his number, tried ringing a mutual friend back in the UK, but never managed to raise her, so onto plan B, do some shopping, except, it appears down here they are very traditional and Sunday closing was very much in operation, which surprised me, but still, so ended up visiting a food festival, which was ok, tried some new foods, and enjoyed many old favourites, before heading back to the hotel for the chance to burn it off

Monday morning,
Im now sitting here waiting for my flight, and wondering why airports don’t have more to do, answers on a postcard please

After the very damp but enjoyable break in Looe (hi to those I met) I decided to crack on and get the garden finished so I can enjoy the few days of summer I’m sure we will get, after 4 days of moving sleepers, digging, laying turf, lifting slabs, laying slabs, shovelling gravel and adding a water feature (in true Charlie Dimmocks style, this was done bra less), I’m sure you will agree the results look impressive.

Ok mines not quite as big as that, but I’m sure if it was it would look the same, all I do know is, the more you do the heavier everything gets, and I am not built for gardening, in future, my garden activities are to be nude sunbathing, and maybe a bit of fun but that’s it, all I need now is a nice massage, any volunteers?

Well it happened, after talking about it all winter, plans in hand I went out into the garden ready to begin the big dig, now maybe if I had paid more attention to my mother when I was younger, I wouldn’t be able to recognise an Anthemis cotula from an Quercus robur but as it stands without the power of google I don’t , so problem solved, bring lap top out, and start identifying things, then came the first flaw, despite all these wonderful tv adverts of people being able to check their email in the middle of a field, it seems you cant actually see the laptop screen in sunlight without shielding it, so I’m sitting there doing my impression of a hoodie, trying to figure out if a dandelion is meant to be there and find when I remove said hoodie, the sun blinds me, and I cant actually see anything.

Flaw number 2: You cannot garden by touch alone without getting stung, bit, or stabbed, so after starting to look like a rather over perforated tea bag, I have dropped that idea in favour of, waiting till everything has grown, then ill pop the rabbits out on leads and hopefully they will eat the weeds for me, easy peasy, why didn’t I think of that before.

With the Bunny changing from rampant sex toy to bearer of gifts in the shape of eggs, why was it never an Easter chicken? I’m coming out of hibernation and heading off to North Cornwall for a week So im afraid from the 4th April to the 11th the only way to catch me is on the surf……

OK realistically, as a fair weather water baby, you may find me standing on the edge, but certainly not in the water, unless there is some miraculous heat wave between now and then, in saying that though as some of you know I recently I purchased a small yacht project,
until last week the weather has been clam enough to get some work done on it, and hopefully by the time I get back from Cornwall, ill be able to go out terrorising the seas,

Im hoping it will give me the chance to explore some beaches down here on the Isle of Wight, that you can no longer reach by foot due to costal erosion, when I get bored of that I may even start offering a new spin on sight seeing for the adventurous, adds new meaning to “if you see the boat rockin don’t come a knockin”

I was recently asked by another escort why I don’t blog much, after a long chat about existentialism and whether it makes a good blog topic (it doesn’t) I had to admit, I had stopped blogging because……….

I had forgot my password

But the good news is, I have finally got around to resetting it, and ill once again be posting nonsense on an as needed basis, that is until Easter, when I’m taking a weeks break, news on that next post