HAPPY NEW YEAR

Well the time is on us again as we bring in a New Year. I've been so busy this week. Not had much time to prepare this blog.

Just wanted to wish you all the very best for 2009 folks. Have a great New Year xxx

Will you all be hallucinating seeing elephants tomorrow I wonder. Just thought I'd put a picture up of Rab. C. Nesbitt sporting one of his hangovers! Check out the string vest ewww!!

Noel Edmonds Had Me On My Knees..

....in floods of blubbering tears. Yes I didn't think the man had it in him. On my knees I tell you. I had recorded his Christmas Present t.v. show on SKY (its repeated all through this season) and decided, while finishing off wrapping pressies I'll watch that.

The whole experience of having presents on the floor, me on my knees paper scissors and cello tape everywhere.....very flustering. As the programme unfolded with Noels seasonal do gooding I was in tears. Don't know what the feck I've wrapped and who's getting what. My bah humbug attitude has turned into "Ah I'll add some money to the Xmas cards too!"(I have a thing with money and envelopes you know). While in the process of playing God with family members I've reflected on who in the family have been saints and sinners. OHHH please, how do I shake the Noel Edmonds spell off.

All those adults and kids receiving special gift for heroic acts of bravery such as;ADHD Alzheimer's kid following phone instructions to help his mum before ambulance arrives. The father and son battling cancer or, the woman who's father had a brain hemorrhage she visited every day with a 150 miles daily hospital journey. While still managing to tend to the chickens in her back garden and husband who is due to die any day of a terminal illness. I KID YOU NOT. I'm not going to tell you the surprises they received. You will have to watch it.

Fortunately Laura Lee text me before I crumpled further. The text simply asked"How are you Missus feeling OK". All I can say is bless her. Obviously I tried to keep the text brief and basically text back. Noel Edmonds, I'm a wretch!!! Ha Ha.

To think its only Monday as I ponder the rest of the week ahead for myself and everyone at this time.

This bastard Noel has got me thinking about everyone. I was blubbering when I read Rhia's Xmas message blog yesterday and was so touched by her kind words. There are so many names and thoughts that come to mind as I think about everyone at Xmas. So needless to say folks..... Have a wonderful Xmas. I appreciate many a fight can occur when too much family are together in one room but hopefully it is nothing that needs police or ambulance assistance! For those having pyjama day or on their own...how lucky you are to have such peace and my idea of bliss.

Whatever you all decide to do over Christmas. I send you all my warmest wishes.

Little Black Dress

Well its the party season and ladies we all have them in our wardrobes. Yes the little black dress. Frankly, they are for every occasion and that's why I love mine. I looked through my wardrobe tonight and never realised I have quite a few. I'd never part with them they are timeless. Every girl has to have a LBD, its a rule of fashion dating back to the 1920's. Coco Chanel is the founder of what every woman has hanging in their wardrobe today. No wardrobe is complete without it. In 1926 Gabrielle “Coco” Chanel published a picture of a short, simple black dress in Vogue. It was calf-length, straight, and decorated only by a few diagonal lines. Vogue called it “Chanel’s Ford.” Like the Model T, the little black dress was simple and accessible for women of all social classes. Vogue also said that the LBD would become “a sort of uniform for all women of taste.”

Famous little black dresses
Audrey Hepburn as Holly Golightly in Breakfast at Tiffany’s epitomized the Chanel ideal for wearing little black dresses, accessorized with pearls, as was frequently seen throughout the early 1960s. Betty Boop, a cartoon character based in part on the 1920s' "It Girl" Clara Bow, was drawn wearing a little black dress in her early films, though with Technicolor, Betty's dress became red.[citation needed]
Wallis Warfield Simpson, Duchess of Windsor, was known to own several little black dresses and said much in praise of the garments. One quote of the Duchess: “When a little black dress is right, there is nothing else to wear in its place.” Edith Piaf, the French folk icon, performed in a black sheath dress throughout her career: for this habit she was nicknamed “little black sparrow.” It was thought that the dress helped audiences focus more on Piaf's singing and less on her appearance.

So I'm going for a couple of cocktails after work tomorrow and a lovely fitted well tailored black dress just the recipe for me. I thought I'd be forever tying to decide what the hell to wear. So I'm jazzing it up with a few accessories. Eat your heart out Trinny and Susannah.

To be perfectly honest...I'm a girl who loves shopping but the thought of buying something new tomorrow at short notice. Not much time to browse, listening to yet another damn Xmas song in each shop makes me sigh. I will off course be dragged along with the maddening crowd soon enough as I hit Edinburgh High Street this weekend. So Nooooo the decisions made. I'm so pleased with myself.

Rose Tinted Glasses

I don't like the look of them!

Definition:

rose-tinted glasses (British, American & Australian, British)

if someone looks at something through rose-tinted glasses, they see only the pleasant parts of it. She has always looked at life through rose-tinted glasses.

Maybe that's where I'm at right now, or where I was until reality gave me a slight kick up the arse. It's all a bit disturbing. It involves a guy, not a client but an instant attraction sort of thing. Non sexual love. Think I had them glasses on until my Escort work brought the reality of trying to conduct anything normal regarding a relationship and it's implications into focus. Not that he would be living of my immoral earnings (don't like the sound of that either). Aren't escorts allowed relationships, why is it a taboo a "no no?". I know ladies that are happily married or in loving relationships but I guess I've never looked at things closely. Living in my happy floozie bubble.

I'm honestly not that brave with relationships, got a history of unfaithfulness. Or complete loyalty betrayed. Can't be arsed, nothing complicated which most inevitably does end up complex. I like my white linen bed sheets all to myself thank you very fucking much.

I feel it's all or nothing. No in between. Why be unfaithful for free? I'd be back Escorting wouldn't I? It is wonderful I've found someone I have no interest in charging a fee to. He laughed at that when we met for a date and stated he wasn't offering money.

I kinda get the feeling I'm looking for answers (just thinking out loud bear with me dear readers). Answers I never seem to find on the whole "love thing".

Do you only realise what you had when its gone? I dislike "What if's"

Ok there's lots of what I dislike, what about things I like? I like that feeling I get its a warm tingly feeling...no not an orgasm. There's two sides to it. That warm sensation but also the flipside where I can feel complete loss and pining. I'm going to openly contradict myself it's a SHIT SHIT SHIT feeling don't try this a home folks lol. How confused am I right now!

I'm leaving myself open aren't I? This is a rare moment for me. I guess it's biting the bullet and taking a monumental risk. If I fuck up I've done this in an undignified manner and that's quite seductive the whole shameful indignant way of being that draws me to "the other side". The other side being civvy street. When have I needed to compromise I'm use to my cake and eating it! Do I go for the impossible as I can set myself up for that, or push guys away and make me impossible.

I've got this genuine need to know and don't want to have a "what if" around for me in this life. It's an adventure! Sometimes a quest that leads into a dark forest of not knowing the road, no map or route planner. Just want this fog to clear so I'm on solid ground.

I'll keep you all posted.

Happy St Andrews Day

St Andrew - Patron Saint of Scotland

In January 2007, the St Andrew's Day Bank Holiday (Scotland) Act was given royal assent, making 30 November (or the nearest Monday if a weekend) a bank holiday in Scotland. However, instead of being a full public holiday, it is a voluntary public holiday.

On 30 November, Scottish people celebrate St Andrew's Day.

The Scottish flag is the cross of St. Andrew, also known as the Saltire. It is said to be one of the oldest national flags of any country, dating back at least to the 12th century.

Who was St Andrew? St. Andrew is the patron saint of Scotland St. Andrew was one of the Twelve Apostles (disciples of Jesus) and brother of Simon Peter (Saint Peter). He was a fisherman by trade, who lived in Galilee (in present-day Israel.)

Why is St Andrew's symbol a white cross on a blue background? St. Andrew is believed to have died on a diagonally transversed cross which the Romans sometimes used for executions and which, therefore, came to be called St. Andrew's cross. The blue stands for the sky.

The thistle is widely regarded as the emblem of Scotland.
Facts, Customs and Traditions St. Andrew's Day is connected with Advent, which begins on the nearest Sunday to 30 November.

St. Andrew's Day marks the opening of Christmas Markets.

Many Midwinter customs and folk superstitions are also connected to St. Andrew's day.
Around midnight on Nov. 29, the day before St Andrew's Day, it was traditional for girls to pray to St. Andrew for a husband. They would make a wish and look for a sign that they had been heard.
A girl wishing to marry could: Throw a shoe at a door. If the toe of the shoe pointed in the direction of the exit, then she would marry and leave her parents' house within a year.

Peel a whole apple without breaking the peel and throw the peel over the shoulder. If the peel formed a letter of the alphabet, then this suggested the name of her future groom.

SEX ON FIRE

KINGS OF LEON

 Only By The Night delivers on the promise Kings of Leon have shown throughout their career, stunning melodies. From the atmospherics of the opening track "Closer" (which Caleb says is about a lovesick vampire) to the emotional intensity of the closing ballad "Cold Desert" ("about a man at the end of his rope who picks himself back up"), Only By The Night is all heart from start to finish.

Album highlights include the insistently chugging first single "Sex on Fire" ("there's always been an element of sex in our music, so I thought I'd just wrap it all up in one song and be done with the sex for the rest of the record," Caleb jokes), the throbbing, propulsive "Crawl" (about relationships of all kinds and taking them for granted), and the sonically sweeping "Use Somebody," which Caleb wrote while feeling lonely on the road. "It's about being far from home." Then there's the soaring uplift of "Manhattan," which is partly about dancing and enjoying life and partly about the struggles of Native Americans. "'Manhattan' is actually a Native American word that means 'island of many hills,'" says Caleb, who adds that his family has Native American blood. Finally there's the driving, forceful "Notion," which finds the singer pushing back against anyone who says anything against anyone in his band.

Use Somebody Lyrics

I've been roaming around always lookin down at all I see.
Painted faces fill the places I can't reach.
You know that I could use somebody
You know that I could use somebody
Someone like you
And all you know and how you speak
Countless lovers undercover of the street
You know that I could use somebody
You know that I could use somebody
Someone like you
Off in the night while you live it up I'm off to sleep
Waging wars to shake the poet and the beat
I hope it's gonna make you notice
I hope it's gonna make you notice
Someone like me
Someone like me
Someone like me
Somebody
(Go and let it out)
Someone like you
Somebody
Someone like you
Somebody
Someone like you
Somebody
I've been roaming around always lookin down at all I see

 

So guys this is a stocking filler album with great eye candy Kings Of Leon merit that place. Just thought a bit of music wouldn't go a miss on my blog. Here's a perv at Sex On Fire Video

Madame Arcati

Well fellow bloggers, and floozies of the most honourable character. You may already be aware for those ladies that visit The Guild Of Harlots (my favourite whore hang-out) that I'm doing my usual. For those that don't know me. I'm the "sniffer dog", hounding the lives of fellow strumpets with my general durty mouthed ways! I always enjoy bringing people together...possibly an occupational hazard. I try not to make my blog very "industry related" as I know us ladies enjoy reading each others thoughts, catch up on what each of us are doing etc.

So here's my latest shenanigans!

Soon after watching "that" talk show with Denise the agony of every aunt, Philip that ex kids t.v. puppet. Think Ferns off on another diet, you know the show I mean. Well the topic was about new proposed laws regarding prostitution. So we ladies had good representation from a fellow floozy and surprisingly we also had a "punter" prepared to speak. The first one prepared to given the political climate. Quite a few of you will be aware of Sebastian Horsley so he needs no introduction. If not ... where have you been! You will notice a link to his blog for you all to have a wee gander and you may also want to read his book that discussed the subject of prostitution, his account and guide to whoring. It gives a good insight to Sebastian's dandy world. I'm not going to deliberate over the content of the show as I'll likely bore you all with politics. I'll save that writing for my thick Andrex loo roll.

I found a link from a comment Madame Arcati had written on Sebastian's blog. My curiosity and sheer nosiness led me to explore further. Some of you gals have already added Madame Arcati to your blog roll but you will also notice the link on mine. I posted a comment to Madame Arcati which then led to yours truly being invited to do an e-mail interview. Madame Arcati will have the interview which is industry related posted early next week. So if anyones interested, get the china tea set out, pour a cup of tea and join Madame at her place.

I picked this specific picture (above) of Dame Margaret Rutherford which is Madame Arcati's profile picture because, good old Margaret deserves a place on any blog. No-one could do Miss Marple like the great Dame herself.

W. Somerset Maugham

 

born 1874 - died 1965

 

I'm feeling inspired to read. Not that I don't read, I often do whenever the mood takes me. So I sensed Somerset Maugham and it's going to be his short stories. Good enough for my attention span in a restless month. When I say "sensed" there was something instinctive around today.

In one of my reflective moods today. Ok start at the beginning, been bumping into people from my past today. Significantly, one friend I grew up with, even though years go by we always seem to pick up wherever we left off. Food for the soul and a real joy to catch up. The catching up was a 2hr coffee!

As the sky was changing to darkness, at about 3.30pm the sun had turned a red colour shadowed by some wandering clouds. I pondered my day so far and thought about reading. Don't know if it was word association with sunset, as I looked at the burnt coloured sun I thought about Somerset Maugham.

Time for just me in silent peace, costs nothing only a little bit of time to connect with this "food for the soul" that nourishes. So much over a period of time has had me considering the needs of others. I forgot myself, she was their but sitting somewhere on a shadowed cloud waiting like a love lost.

Again I had the opportunity for inspiration early evening in Edinburgh. Chatting frivolously with another friend who has a vast knowledge of books and years experience of writing. Amused with me as I romanticise life in my adventure seeking way. Oblivious to my recollections earlier on today as we engrossed in conversation. I was stopped in my tracks when suggested by my friend something to read. Yip it was him, the man himself..Somerset Maugham!!! How bizarre, of all the people, books, poetry blah blah blah that could have been suggested it was "that guy".

Isn't it interesting how things present to you, like an offering? So I may go on a short journey and see where it leads. Down Somerset Maugham's path of short stories. Liza of Lambeth is my first port of call.

SCI FI....EROTICA

 

 

Remember the film Alien anyone? Scared the pants off me! Well my claim to fame was while on a night out some years ago in Edinburgh I shared a drink with a guy that was in this film which was the sequal about the prison planet. He played the prison governor and was eaten by an alien. He drank Campari and Lemonade!! He's dead in real life I believe

Anyway if anyone is interested in SciFi there's an informative website resource so take a look it's: http://www.scifipulse.net

Also there is a healthy British development in erotic comics. So for any comic buffs out there who may join me in thinking Tim Pilcher is pretty cool maybe this will tickle your taste buds:

 

 

Tim Pilcher's Erotic Comics: A Graphic History, Volume 1: From Birth to the 1970s book (pictured above) has been banned by Australian customs from entering the country. Customs have demanded that a special large sticker with an "M" on it must be placed on the cover—indicating that the book is for “Mature Readers”—otherwise the books will be prevented from being sold in Australia. Tim Pilcher said, “I find it ludicrous and risible that the Australian authorities need a big sticker to point out the book is for ‘adults only’. Surely the word ‘Erotic’ in the title gives it away? Perhaps they got confused with the word ‘Comics’ and couldn’t believe that adults read sequential literature!”

 

The second volume in the series (pictured above) is due to be published on 8 January 2009 in the UK (the American edition is to be released by Abrams ComicArts on 1 March), picking up where the first volume left off, revealing how European, American and Asian artists have explored the possibility of the form in the years since the explosion of the Sixties’ underground comix.

Erotic Comics: A Graphic History, Volume 2 examines how the form has become an international publishing phenomenon by showcasing artwork that has inflamed desires, incensed censors, and caused controversy. This provocative title covers everything: the erotic comics explosion in America in the mid-’80s; the gay, lesbian, bisexual and transgender comics scene; UK and European erotic comic creators since the ’70s; and the Japanese hentai phenomenon. The future of erotic comics online is also explored in this fascinating and surprising volume.

In the first survey of its kind in over 20 years, volume 2 completes this fascinating two-part chronicle with previously unpublished, rare and out-of-print material, featuring insights from key artists, editors, and publishers. Fully illustrated with stunning, rare and seldom-seen art by Howard Cruse, Gengoroh Tagame, Melinda Gebbie, Hunt Emerson, Howard Chaykin, Giovanna Casotto (whose work graces the cover), Tom of Finland, Milo Manara, Junko Mizuno, and many other top erotic cartoonists. The informative text provides a sexy, intriguing, and entertaining tour through the origins of an often-overlooked art form and comic book genre.

DATE FOR YOUR DIARY

Sunday, 23 November: Conversations: Stripping Off - Erotic Comics
4.00pm to 5.00pm Nash & Brandon Rooms, ICA Tickets: Each talk - £6, £5 concs, £4 members (All three of today's talks - £15, £12 concs, £9 members)
A romp through modern X-rated comics with Erich von Gotha, Lynn Paul Meadows, Garry Leach and Wicked Wanda writer Frederic Mullaly. Hosted by Tim Pilcher, author of Erotic Comics: A Graphic History. With The Erotic Review & Ilex Press

 

Anyway my favourite scifi erotic film has got to be Barbarella (1968) with Jane Fonda how sexy is she?

Taxi for Crista

Taxi drivers can be so forthcoming with chat and all the latest news. Its fab. I don't know if its me but I often have interesting conversations with taxi drivers while going from A-B. One particular family run taxi firm, I know and use often. Remember they are out and about driving around, picking up gossip, seeing things happening on streets, its a hub of activity.

Recently I was asked by the owner of this family run firm if I would pop in to visit one of the drivers as he was off with depression and could be doing with company. WHAT UNPAID!! unheard off ha ha. It was an unusual request but as I've stated know them all really well and although they make a lot of money from my hires have got to know the bunch really well.

So I did what I promised and had the guys phone number to call. I did and you could tell by his voice he wasn't in a good place at all. He didn't think it would be a good idea for me to come round to his place as he stated it was a bit unkempt. Anyway as persuasive as I can be I said I wouldn't look at the mess.

So two days later I walked down his path wondering what the hell I was doing. It wasn't safety issues that concerned me it was the fact I was visiting a taxi driver! This guys in his late 40's divorced but has a relationship and access with his two kids and has an on/off girlfriend. Works part time weekends driving taxis. When he answers the door he presented a bit bedraggled, needing a shave, wash and hair tidied. His voice was a bit low as he apologised for the messy house before I had stepped inside to see it. So I didn't entirely know what was wrong and what I was walking in to. I just knew at this point he was sad.

So I moved a few things to grab a seat as I was handed a cup of coffee. I told him I had been chatting with his boss and the family were worried about him and that's why I was given your number and because of this genuine concern I also felt concerned enough to get in touch. I was unaware as to what had happened for him to have such a low mood.

His story unfolded, he was sitting outside a nightclub at 1am when two guys got into his taxi and directed him as to where they wanted dropped off. Half way along the road one guy grabbed the hand break and the other from behind moved forward and put his arm and hand at his neck. He stated everything happened so fast and the car had stopped. One of the guys was out the car and kicking the mirror and lights on the taxi, he went around to the taxi drivers door and pulled him out. They proceeded to rip the taxi car to bits, smashing the windows and took a knife to the seats. He was terrified and upset that he couldn't move and just stood their in shock. The guys then decided to urinate over him and the taxi just as a passing police car thankfully seen what was happening and caught the two guys on the scene.

I could have wept for this man as he sat their humiliated recalling his story and said he didn't know if he was going back to work. He was glad I was their to listen to him as really this is what he needed to get things out and at least talk through the trauma. He almost sat in disbelief when I went through all the things he had told me. He stated "This happens to other people, not me" and "I feel as if you are talking about someone else and this didn't happen to me". I guess he just wanted to disassociate his experience as it was raw and painful.

He understood why his boss wanted me to visit him. He told me "You always are a pleasure to drive around" and laughed because I tipped well and seemed interested in his day and how his shift was going. He said he needed reminded that he had good passengers. What a compliment to have someone share their experience of you. I left him feeling hope that things would improve for him. Its hard sometimes sitting with someones pain but I knew he was beginning to heal.

It doesn't really take much to lend a hand to someone in need, at some point in all our lives the unexpected happens for whatever reason and we need support. I was left with anger that these guys did this act of violence. They weren't motivated by money and stealing his evenings takings. I wish they could only see the consequences. I guess if most people knew about the consequences and not what is served out in a court room but to the victims the reality behind crimes. Then much of what occurs may not happen.

I don't have a moral of this blog or any particular reason for writing this I just wanted to share a bit about life and the effects we and others can have on each other. I'd like to think that for every horrible thing there can be small acts of kindness. Its the belief in people and the good things that can give us all a bit hope. x

Bookings

BOOKINGS: LONG, SHORT, OVERNIGHTS!

I've been asked recently what I prefer as an Escort in relation to length of booking, and found there was no straight forward answer. Do I prefer short 1hr bookings, dinner dates or overnights? It all really depends on the mood of the individual. Sometimes the thought of a dinner date after a hectic day can be fantastic, other times I'm too tired and not in the mood for the social but intimate liaison. I receive requests for appointments and answer promptly and honestly. I always aim for my clients to receive a good service..to coin a phrase! The client may be a busy man and 1hr bookings are favourable to his lifestyle. I quite like an hour quickie, can be really fun and sexy. So can other lengths of bookings.

I received an e-mail from a potential client who was considering booking an overnight. We had never met, so I suggested we met initially for a hour booking. He didn't understand my rational and queried why meet first for 1hr? In my opinion, and its just how I feel, I would rather my client who had never booked an escort before got a sense of me in the hour. We would see if we clicked and was compatible to then spend 12hrs roughly together. He did value my response as he was about to part with a lot of money for an overnight. He also had concerns we would be "at it" all night!! I did have to correct him by saying it isn't called all night its overnight. I think I would be anxious too about having to perform...which I couldn't, the whole night, through the early hours until it was time to leave! I'm exhausted just picturing the scene. I just wonder if the stamina of the athletes at the Olympics could manage that!

Think you've been watching far too much of the Olympics its gone to your head!

Its really healthy to discuss bookings and perceptions especially when new to this. I'm not suggesting their is a list or an agenda of minute by minute how a client uses their time. For me that can take a bit excitement out of the process. Their such an excitement around the unknown and how the time will be spent. I guess their needs to be a natural aspect about the process. What will be will be within the boundaries of the appointment.

I know one lady recently had a dinner date then back to her clients hotel. Their hadn't been a discussion around what they will eat. So when they met up she was whisked away to a sushi bar. Food she does not like. I'm not too keen on it and have to really be in the mood. So she picked her way through the date awkwardly. Although I found this story amusing it highlights why communication is important.

Now this kind of sushi eating date, I would definitely enjoy. Come eat me x

So back to bookings and my personal preferences. I have enjoyed all types of bookings, long, short and overnights and all have been different and unique with the client. Good communication is important prior to and during the booking so both the escort and client receive the most out of their time together x

Double Life?

Double lives, something I find really fascinating, exciting and creative. Its akin to having a secret. We all have parts of ourselves we don't share or reveal. Its an invisible presence in everyone's life. If we gave those parts a voice, what would it say about us?
I also believe we all have traits, habits, interests that would be considered different to another or strange. An illusion versus reality? Who else feels living a double life is part of their existance? Does it compliment and live alongside? It does have firm roots in our society, so is it natural?

Public figures, friends and family can surprise us when we learn about misbehaviour or strange habits, in other ways we're not surprised at all. We see so much sensationalised scandals in newspapers and T.V. we become normalised. We are also shown political correctness and those in power telling us what is the norm and laws state how we should be living our lives, there are grey areas in all of this.
The balance then of the power between the secret and the secretkeeper is always in a flux of negotiation. We can't live with them or without them.

I recently spoke with an Escort contemplating retirement due to how she described her double life. The boundary was very cloudy for her. She felt she could not cope with living a lie and the two worlds were colliding. There was an internal struggle to be more authentic. There was ultimately an issue around self acceptance as we discovered some of the facets in her life i.e. being a mother wasn't all she was, her business wasn't all she was or an escort etc etc. Integrating this and understanding all these parts and their roles shape who she is.

Anyway off I go on a tangent. I find in my contemplation living a "double life" is a journey in itself, brings creativity and learning's. Long may I have the courage to explore my life and what's hidden and dancing around on the surface. Life can be extraordinary, a map with no compass x

Hookter Chooktering

Well its this time of year in Scotland...what time...no not Chicco time its FESTIVAL time. Yes all sorts of festivals happen over the summer months not only north of the border. Its everywhere and I love it. From Music to film and as my picture indicates above, here in Scotland we have lots of Gala days and Highland Games. Guess what after seeing this picture I decided to go to one from a choice of sooo many. So where in Scotland were men "tossing the caber" or throwing a hammer! Damn well everywhere yippee. So of to perv at all these men in kilts and see whats underneath.

How disappointed I was at the talent line up the cast of the film Deliverance would not look out of place. I picked an obscure village toooo far up North. However after a few glasses of wine...yes wine not a whisky kinda gal everything was funny and bareable. I'm sure their are fantastic Highland gatherings and as I explore what we in Scotland has to offer will have an adventure to myself over these summer few months...I say this flipantly as the weathers not been that great.

OMG do some people take things serious as an age old tradition. My next adventure is a place called Crieff aaahh what the hell I gotta see this Horseman and "Big Rory" if their isnt tooo many highland groupies around him!!!

The 2008 Crieff Highland Gathering is building up to be another fantastic Games.

Crieff will once again play host to the Scottish Professional Heavyweight Championship and if last year's competition is anything to go by, this year's should be a real spectacle.

We are also delighted to welcome back O2 as our main sponsors. Their assistance is greatly appreciated.

Our special attractions for this year are the Devil's Horsemen who will amaze the crowds with their Medieval Jousting and Big Rory will be back to entertain the crowds with his sidekick, Ochie the Dog.

We will also be running the highly successful Fayre in the Square on Saturday 16 August, the day before the main event.

So we look forward to welcoming you to Crieff on the 16 and 17 August 2008.

Blog and Blogger News - CRISTA ESCORT

Japanese Penis Festival

                 Couldn't resist having a place on my blog for this

Japanese Penis Festival

 

Okay, there is a more subtle name for this festival. How about, Hounen Matsuri? Celebrated every March 15 in Komaki, a town about 45 minutes north of Nagoya, Japan, this is the time of year where folks haul out a large wooden penis to give three cheers to fertility and renewal. The custom is an old one that is connected to bringing about a good harvest and having babies.

Each year in Komaki, a new two and a half meter penis is carved out of a cyprus tree, put on a float and carried from the Tajata Jinja Shrine (the male version) to the Tamahime-no-mikyo Shrine (female version) by 42 year-old men. Since forty-two is not a lucky number in Japan, the 42 year-old males have an interest in being up close to the big guy in order to turn their luck. Besides this very large phallus, other people carry phalluses in the parade too. Men, women, children, everybody gets in on the fun.

This Shinto shrine has been around for years and the festival that honors it is steeped in folklore. Although, the big phallus may make it seem like this is all fun and frolic, there is a serious intention to the activities. Renewal and rebirth is the aim here. However, serious as this may be, since drinking sake and catching the rice balls that are thrown into the crowd are part of the entertainment, fun seems to be a big factor. Catching a rice ball is supposed to bring good luck.

Besides the sake, there are plenty of food stalls and souvenir chocolates to buy shaped like, well, you know.

Hot Summer

ICE CREAM VAN..........OH MR WHIPPY

Well the weathers been hot and was out in my garden giving it a general tidy up when in the early evening I heard the melodic tune from the ice cream van and had a notion to visit it.

The kids were all rushed round trying to make their decision and counting their money. "You're before me MRS" OMG never been called MRS but how cute from the little guy standing at the side of me. So I step forward and looked at who was serving from the van. It was a very very sexy guy, tight teashirt, muscles, gorgeous eyes and a captivating smile. Well I got all flustered, it was unexpected. I never remember seeing any guy with an ice cream van who was remotely sexy. I started wondering what I should order...what would sound remotely sexy. How pathetic I thought but could I ask for a 99 ice cream coz it has the flake in it ,but by mistake ask for a 69..em I dont think so.

I looked at what I was wearing..half of my hedge and the odd muddy patch ewww passion killer crista. Damn not even lipstick, that always saves the day.

I regained focus by giving myself a stern talking to ...cant even visit an ice cream van without thinking sex. Enough Crista get a grip on yourself...yeah later. So the angel and devil were on either side of my shoulders fighting out the dilema.

I well and truely blew it..no not him but as I was now first in the queue and my turn. I made a mess of my order. "Oh I see you have Salt and Shake crisps, followed by a weak giggle which I'm so embarrassed to admit. He was impatient off course as their were a few waiting to be served. He wondered what was next..couldn't make my mind up so he gave me a moment while he started serving the next. I could have crawled under a stone. Eventually I got their with my Turkish Delight and Flake!!!

Will be ready for him the next time......

Doing the dance x

I remember as a child watching Saturday matinees at my grandparents house. All the grand children were there on Saturday as all the parents had shops at that time. I have so many fond memories of Saturdays and how my grandmother was such a figure head in the family. She would tell us all stories of how it was back in her day. It was mesmorising being transported back in time to an era. Wow she was glamourous and such a catch for my grandfather. I remember a boyfriend she hads parents refused marriage to their son because of her perfectly polished nails, make-up and hair!! So here she was with a houseful of grandchildren after raising 7 children! I empathise and admire her life. The gift of storytelling she had was inspiring.

I remember one Saturday we sat down to watch the black and white matinee with commentary from our gran. An Irvin Berlin Classic with Ginger Rogers & Fred Astaire Top Hat 1935. In 1939 my gran was 14yrs and working as a chambermaid in a very grand hotel of that era. She described American guests and what they wore how they danced and how the staff would copy and learn the dances and watch them in the ballroom, she remembered the songs from Irvin Berlin that were copied by the resident hotel band. So as kids we had a glimpse of how life was then. So we sat watching the film Top Hat and I just loved it... for the romantic notions and undertones, the styles and grace it had. Fred and Ginger just had a chemistry with their dance routines that couples dancing in that time couldn't copy or come close too. Isn't uniqueness inspiring?

I'm reflecting and drawing parallels today with my Escorting life. Our male clients getting ready for the dance with sex preparing for their moment of pleasure and how as an Escort their is that excitement and preparation process too. That transformation that happens, being transported to a world unique as it is for whatever length of time and for it to end. That moment is gone. Another experience gained. Glowing with the residue of two peoples chemistry now the dance is over. Then the process starts over again.

I just got an invitation through the mail

"Your presence requested this evening

It's formal Top hat, white tie and tails"

Nothing now could take the wind out of my sails,

Because I'm invited to step out this evening

In top hat, white tie & tails

Oh I'm putting on my top hat,

Tying up my white tie,

Brushing off up my tails.

I'm doodin' up my shirt front

Puttin' in my shirt studs

Polishing my nails.

I'm stepping out, my dear,

To breathe an atmosphere

That simply reeks with class

And I trust

That you'll excuse my dust

When I step on the gas

For I'll be there...

Puttin' down my top hat

Mussin' up my white tie

Dancing in my tails.

My grandmother recently in her late 80's shared with me a dream. I believe it was a fantasy of what to her would be erotic...not that I would tell her my interpretation. I just listened to her and felt privilaged to share the moment as each is valuable with her. I was over staying with her and was uo early and took to her room in the morning ; a cup of tea (china cup) and toast with her homemade marmalade. I watched her sleep and gentle brought her too, proping up her pillows. She shared with me her dream...eyes young and bright with a lifetime of learnings. I was reminded again of her youth as her time will not be long on this earth. She started humming a tune and said in her dream she danced all night with Fred Astaire and how wonderful that was for her. She described what they both wore and how he picked her out of all the women he could have had and how she felt about that. How close they danced and how not a foot went wrong. So our morning song that I helped her with the words were:

Heaven...I'm in heaven

And my heart beats so that I can hardly speak

And I seem to find the happiness I seek

When we're out together dancing cheek to cheek

Heaven...I'm in heaven

And the cares that that hung around me through the week

Seem to vanish like a gamblers lucky streak

When we're out together dancing cheek to cheek

Oh I love to climb a mountain

And to reach the highest peak

But it doesn't thill me half as much

As dancing cheek to cheek

Oh I love to go fishing

In a river or a creek

But I don't enjoy it half as much

As dancing cheek to cheek

Dancing with me! I want my arms about you

The charms about you

Will carry me through to...

Heaven...I'm in heaven

And my heart beats so that I can hardly speak

And I seem to find the happiness I seek

When we're out together dancing cheek to cheek.

So today is my very first blog and I just want to thank dollymopp for inspiring me to start blogging. So this is for you dolly x