I have two tickets to see the brilliant comedian Dara O’Briain I would love one of my fellas to come and share the laughter with me. Here he is, the man himself.
Here’s the deal; tickets all paid for. Lets have an early pre-show dinner or perhaps a late one? Back to mine for a saucy tryst. Probably around five and a half hours in all. £400
Laughter is an aphrodisiac, you know, hehehe :)
I NOW HAVE A DATE, Sorry to those who were disappointed x
I keep bumping into celebrities. No, Im not one of those nutcase celeb stalkers, we just happen to be in the same place, oh I say!
I was at a party at the Mandarin Oriental the other night when this very, very famous sportsman walked towards me and stopped. ‘Well you look familiar’ says I with a twinkle in my eye (no he was not a client) and he said ‘Oh hello!, how are you?, havent seen you for ages!’ (‘more like never’ thought I) As he carried on talking I thought ‘He has absolutely no idea who I am, hehehe’ No I didnt put him out of his misery, that would have been rude and much less fun.
At another ‘do’ and I bump into Sven-Goren Eriksson’s ex, ‘Mwah, mwah; Nancy darling! How are you?!’
Oh I am wicked :)
PS, Did you see that piece in the Sunday Times last weekend, My Courtesan Life of Sex and Champers? I tried to link to it but it wouldnt allow me to. Search for it though, its a good read.
Miss Ayo-Sue sent me this and, well you will read for yourself and see how funny it is. But then, reading ”perfect day”, I had to pop on a bit of Lou Reed’s Perfect Day (as you do) on my sexy ipod. Got to love that ipod, (catch Lou Reed below, happy memories – I was introduced to Mr Reed at the age of 14, no not him personally; his music. I used to kiss boys to his music, Oh my!) and thanks A-S, you gorgeous thing xxx
PS It is probably too tiny to read on here but click on it and it will take it you to a window where you can read it properly.
Oh I have to giggle as I write this because Mr x and I, well we were talking about certain things (all will become clear in a mo) and I said ‘fill my box’ would be a great title for a post wouldnt it?’ and off it went into all sorts of double entendre, back and forth.
Anyway, you know that I like champagne, just a teeny, tiny bit, right?
Well Mr x is a bit of an authority on champagne (how goddamn sexy is that??) and brought the most delicious champagne to join the one I had got for our dinner. You see, Mr x is of the opinion that the smaller champagne houses are usually far superior than the larger ones with big marketing budgets, and do you know? I cant argue with him right now because, as I said, the one he produced was splendid, fabulous. I had one too, a rose from a smaller house that was recommended to me and I could only get it at Fortnums. Stunning it was too.
So you also know about my little collection? The metal tops of champagnes that I have sipped? Here’s the post. Well, Ive got two new tops for my collection tonight, hence the ‘fill my box’ quip. Oh you had to be there.
Mr x popped up from the southwest again recently. Its always a pleasure to see Mr x :) Mr x likes his cup of tea after, well after some slap and tickle, if I may be so bold?
Whilst enjoying his Earl Grey, we got to talking about afternoon teas. ‘Oh do you think I should put that as a option on my website Mr x?’ says I ‘Do you know, you may have something there’ says he ‘You can offer tea and you are definitely the crumpet’ Hehehe, Well done Mr x!, I shall put it on :)
‘I am very proud of youdarling‘ said Mr x, ‘‘Taking the leap, moving up here and taking London on’ Maybe thats my audacious side coming to the fore though ;) – thats an in-joke by the way hahaha. London seems to like me well enough and he is a gem Mr x, a total gem.
So tea and crumpet anyone?…
I can offer an afternoon tea as good as the Ritz; delicate sandwiches, cakes, scones and crumpet afterwards, that will be me :) A selection of teas; Earl Grey, Traditonal English tea, Darjeeling, even some fruit teas if that is your thing?. Just tell me what you like and I will get it. If tea is not your thing (I personally dont drink tea or coffee), well we can always fall back on the old favourite, champagne! I need a week’s notice and a deposit for this chaps;
I got an invite to the Asprey Masterpiece London. It was a private exhibition come showcase; you could buy anything that was on show there. The best of the best from around the world was the spiel. Rather fine things, very expensive things with no price tag on – well , as they say ‘If you have to ask , you can’t afford it’
Mostly antiques, some antiquities, jewels, handbags and vintage cars, Ferrari’s, Lamborghini’s, that kind of thing. Very, very nice, oh and champagne too. Not that I care a jot about that of course, as one of my gents said recently ‘Would you care for a glass of champagne, Rhia? I know you dont touch the stuff normally darling’ Well, I dont mind if I do, I would hate to be labelled a party pooper hehe :)
Yes it was very nice, the champers and the exhibition, and if I was in the market for some fresh furnishings and had a squillion pounds hanging around, I would have thought about spending, or maybe not… The security (as you can imagine) was fierce. X- raying handbags and all sorts of things. I wore one of my silk Janet Reger sets just in case they decided to go further. They didnt. But the nice boy on the security desk did say to his colleague, ‘Oh yes, this lady is definitely ok’ with a slight smile and a nod – wink, wink, nudge, nudge, say no more squire, that kind of thing – do you think that was a chat up line, or code? or was I imagining it? :)
I like these invitations though, they give you a chance to peruse all manner of things. My favourite was a solid silver carriage, it was truly, truly stunning. Dont let anyone tell you there is no money around, the place was full of big spenders (I feel a song coming on).
What else have I got to tell you? Well, my Michelin Star project is coming along nicely, ticked another few off recently and will do for a few more over the next few weeks. Thank you kind Sirs, your participation is greatly appreciated x My favourite is still Le Gavroche and of course Gidleigh Park. Let’s see what happens when I get to Mr Ramsay’s place on Hospital Road though. Oh and I have the Fat Duck coming up too, with that mad boy-come chef-come scientist, Heston. Bless his heart.
On a totally different subject; the beauty of not seeing many beaux is that you really look forward to the date. I really mean that. I look in my diary, read through the emails I have had from Mister and look at where we are going or what I am going to prepare for him here, what he might like me to wear, what music I should put on for him, what he may like when we …. well, you know. I have already got a pretty good idea of the person behind the email and the voice on the phone and I try to envisage the meeting. I get everything perfect here at Chateaux Rhia for him. I get excited. I dont have boyfriends so this is my only sex life too, we have a truly lovely time, as you can imagine, and yes I do get excited ;)
I dont see everyone who contacts me though because, well, I dont want to and I dont have to. The fellas that I do see are always lovely and fun and we get on enormously. Thats because you get a feel for who you are going to get on with, when you partake in this wonderful life for a little while. Dont get me wrong, when I first started with this hobby (and it is my hobby), I made a couple of mistakes, some people slipped through the net as it were. No lunatics, and certainly not some of the nonsense that some of these poor girls have to put up with; just guys who, well, should have seen someone else. Not now though, the net is as taut as a drum. I only see people I really want to see, gents I will look forward to seeing. Sorry if I didnt get to see you because I thought that we may not gel, its not personal, honestly.
Anyway, thats enough of my ramblings, its a busy week ahead. Cant wait to see you if you are cosily tucked into my diary, if not, sorry I missed you, maybe next week? xxx
It used to be a euphemism for being a tad ‘over-refreshed’; seeing pink elephants, so you can imagine my dismay when I started seeing them all over London, and they werent just pink either; they were bright blue and multi- coloured, some had crazy designs all over them. They were outside The Dorchester, Sloane Square and again in Berkeley Square.
‘What is this?’, I said to myself, ”Ive not had a drop!’. Actually, Ive just found out that it is some fantastic scheme to raise money for the endangered asian elephant. Top designers and artists have painted lifesize models of baby elephants and they are displayed in various spots around London. They will eventually be auctioned off to raise funds for a great charity.
I love elephants, they are my favourite animal and I have been lucky enough to see them in the wild in both Africa and Asia and I sponsored a tiny orphaned elephant once so I am definitely behind this new inititiative.
Mr M popped around the other day and told me that he had donated a significant sum to one of my nominated charities listed to the right below. I was over the moon, that is so great and I know that particular charity quite well so they will be so grateful for the funds and I know they will use it well. Thanks again Mr M xx
So if you have room in your garden for a lifesize baby elephant statue, why not bid for one?, it will look equally as fetching in the grounds of your business premises too, no doubt (and I believe it may be tax deductable? ;)
That probably should be re-named The Big Boys’ Room ;)
Oh I forgot to tell you that you have your own personal bathroom here. Yes a room for the boys. I have an en suite with a bath for moi ( I have to have a bath, really) and you have your own bathing space too. A separate walk-in shower room with all the things a boy wants….
Molton Brown shower gel
Unscented shower gel
Tooth brushes & paste
Floss & Mouthwash
Clean fluffy towels
Shampoo & Conditioner
Boys’ reading material (not what you think and only if you have the time :)
I even have a laughing buddha statue – rub his belly and you will be prosperous
Have I missed something? I am not a boy (obviously hehehe) Tell me if I have missed something or if you have any ideas, I always want your visit to be perfection x
We have our own Goddesses, yes we are them too of course :), well all women are Goddesses really arent they? But we have had them, Goddesses dedicated to Courtesans, throughout cultures and history.
Basileia – Greek Goddess of the Courtesan was the daughter of Uranus (no sniggering at the back) and then there’s Bebhinn, in Irish mythology, Bebhinn was The Goddess of Pleasure and the name actually means beautiful woman or fair lady.
Ishtar is the Babylonian goddess of Love and War, embodied in the two aspects of the planet Venus–as Evening Star, She brings lovers to celebration and bed; and as the Morning Star, She brings the fiery sword of War. She represents one of the many faces of the ancient Near Eastern Great Goddess, among them the Phoenicians Asherat or Ashtoreth (in Greek Astarte) and Anat, Sumerian Inanna, Phrygian Cybele, and Greek Aphrodite , most of whom share legends of dying and resurrected lovers.
As goddess of love and sex, Ishtar is the force that draws mates together and brings fertility, both for humans and animals. She is goddess of Courtesans, and sacred prostitution was part of Her cult. She is Herself a harlot who took many lovers.
As goddess of war, Ishtar takes part in battle and is shown standing on the back of a lion bearing bow and arrows. She was known for a fiery and fickle temper which usually spelled doom for Her lovers. (Oh dear!)
One of Ishtar’s lovers was the grain-god Tammuz (who still has a Jewish month named after Him). He died young (as the grain is cut just as it reaches the perfection of ripeness), and some legends imply that Ishtar had a hand in His death. But Ishtar was inconsolable and determined to fetch him back from the Underworld. At each of the seven gates of the Land of the Dead Ishtar, like Inanna, was required to give over an article of clothing or jewelry until finally She came naked and humbled before Her sister Queen Ereshkigal, who then imprisoned Ishtar.
The world mourned for the lost goddess of love, and Her father Sin the Moon God sent an envoy armed with powerful magic who successfully rescued Her. Tammuz was eventually also brought back to live in the land of the gods. The descent of Ishtar was celebrated annually in Babylonian lands.
The new pics. I am just about to send them to my webmaster to pop into my gallery but in the meantime, take a look. Sorry about the ugly watermark but pics do get stolen and used elsewhere, none of those watermarks in my gallery though. Please enjoy and let me know what your favourite is.
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