Lovin’ it
Thursday, March 11th, 2010I haven’t danced around my boudoir for ages, I did to this; this track is amazing.
Florence + The Machine

I haven’t danced around my boudoir for ages, I did to this; this track is amazing.
Florence + The Machine

I have a friend who values his time immensely. And so he should; he is a very worthwhile individual. I have learnt some things from him but I have to keep reminding myself of those things.
Life can be mundane, of course. Here’s a boring story but it proves a point. I ordered some household items via direct delivery from a very well-known supermarket. Just some odd things that you need around the house, nothing special just practical stuff. They sent me the wrong things. Now I dont have a car anymore because I am now a London gal :), I cant simply jump in and drive to the supermarket and return them. No its a little trickier than that. I look at the returns policy and they say I can return it to any store that begins with a T and ends in an O. You know who it is now dont you? :) So, I traipse down to the nearest store, after phoning them of course, to check that they will take it back. ‘Oh yes’ they say. So, duly traipsing (do you traipse too?) – quick diversion – I was trying on a pair of heels in shoe shop recently and the guy serving me was a transvestite. ‘Nothing wrong with that’ you say, but he said to me. ‘Oh you didnt half mince when you walked over to the mirror’ Trying to be keep my balance love, trying to keep my balance, and while we are at it, kettles and pots, kettles and pots :)
Anyway, I digress, where was I? Oh yes, so off I go to return said items only the manager says ‘No, cant do it, cant take them here’. ‘Grrrr, but I phoned’ I protest ‘And someone said yes I could’ ‘Well that shouldn’t have happened’ he said (I swear I am going to have that inscribed on my tombstone or at least on a t-shirt). So off I trudge (I traipse when I think I am on the right track and trudge when I think I am not) all the way home. The ‘manager’ had told me that I should take it to this big T miles away and I was going to do it, forgot the bag though on the way to a sunday lunch. So, I plan another day to do it and I phone the store. ‘No, even though we are a massive superstore, selling everything in the world you can imagine, you cant bring it here’ he smugly says. Hmmm I detect a conspiracy.
So I call (hahaha) customer services (hahaha) and they say ‘Oh dear, you have been given the run around havent you?, that shouldn’t have happened‘ ‘Let us pick it up from you instead’ ‘Great!’ I say lovingly. ‘You have to stay in though, for the courier’ ‘Of course!’ I gush. ‘What time? shall we say 11am?’ ‘Oh no, no, no’ says satan in a tabbard. ‘For 12 hours, 7am until 7pm’ My heart sinks. ‘Cant you be more specific?’ say I ‘No, it is out of our hands’ she says. So I took the day off and I waited, and waited, and waited FOR TWELVE WHOLE HOURS.
Just imagine what you could get up to in 12 hours. Actually I did, we could fly to San Francisco or the Caribbean, be on a beach before you know it sipping Mai Tai’s saying ‘ T****? Who on earth (or put in the expletive that resonates with you) is that?
You know it, dont you? The courier didnt turn up. ‘That shouldn’t have happened‘ they said when I called after a few days of cooling off.
The point is though, I wasted roughly around 15 hours of my life for what? Around £50.
So when they asked me if I wanted another courier booked, I took a deep calm breath and said; ‘No thank you, life is too short’

The Apocolypse is happening in 2012. So ‘they’ say, but didnt ‘they’ also said it was the year 2000? Someone tried to spook me the other day. Told me that the Mayans had predicted that 2012 is it, finito, finis, the end of you and I and definitely the end of any sauciness. So me being the anorak that I am looked into it. Well, it has to be done.
Hmmm, I am a little bit of a sceptic regarding all of this, ‘I’ll believe it when I see it!‘ I cry. Well, actually if I do see it, I will believe then of course, but it will be too late wont it? Oh I feel a holiday coming on…
The Mayans viewed ’time’ and ‘dates’ as a meshing of spiritual cycles. The Mayan calendar was sacred and religious, each day had it’s own patron spirit. The Mayan grand cycle of evolution will culminate on December 21, 2012 AD. The 2012 Apocalypse. This time now has many names ”The Time of Trial on Earth,” “Judgement Day,” “The Time of Great Purification,” “The End of this Creation,” “The Quickening,” “The End of Time as We Know It,” “The Shift of the Ages,” “The Apocalypse” and “Armageddon”.
It is foretold that the completion of the Mayan Calendar brings regeneration of Earth, offering an awakening to all with open hearts and minds. TheMayansm, Hopis, Egyptians, Kabbalists, Essenes, Qero Elders of Peru, Navajo, Cherokee, Apache, Iroquois Confederacy, Dogon Tribe and Aborigines all believe in an ending to this Great 2012 Apocalyptic Cycle.
As keen stargazers, the ancient Maya were familiar with astrological cycle we call the Precession of the Equinoxes. This is close to a 26,000 year cycle in which Earth passes through each of the 12 signs of the zodiac for 2000-2152 years each. Each of these astrological ages represents one month of the Cosmic Year.
The Mayans were known worldwide for their architectural, artistic, mathematical and scientific achievements. With great attention to detail they constructed stone monuments and pyramids with precise computations. Built with purpose, these dates were left to ensure that future generations would be alerted to the end point of this great 26,000 year cycle – The 2012 Apocalypse.
A cycle which corresponds also to a 26,000 year relationship of our Sun orbiting Alcyone, the central star of the 7 sisters pleiades constellation. According to the Maya, the “future” which lies beyond this end date is literally a new world age – a new creation - an Apocalypse.
The Mayans believed that December 21, 2012 AD is the culmination of a series of events over time that leads to towards an the ultimate spiritual awakening of the world ( The 2012 Apocalypse ). They believe the changes are underway and will continue steadily accelerating as we head towards this date.
Sunspot Cycles; Adrian Gilbert and Maurice Cotterell, in their book The Mayan Prophecies, say that the end of the Great Cycle is the culmination of a series of long-term sunspot cycles which will flip the sun’s magnetic field, causing earthquakes and flooding on earth and an apocalypse in the year 2012.
The Mayan King Pacal Voltan was known for his prophecies and was known for his knowledge of numbers. Pacal Voltan speaks about the end of the world on December 21, 2012, a year which many believe is the year of the apocalypse.
Part of the 2012 mystique stems from the stars:
On the winter solstice in 2012, the sun will be aligned with the center of the Milky Way for the first time in about 26,000 years. This means that “whatever energy typically streams to Earth from the center of the Milky Way will indeed be disrupted on 12/21/12 at 11:11 p.m. Universal Time,” according to Lawrence Joseph.
Others believe gravitational, magnetic, and solar energies will go awry when this galactic and planetary alignment occurs, causing an array of natural disasters, including the weakening of our magnetic field, allowing solar radiation to penetrate our atmosphere and the 2012 Apocalypse.
(Kindly taken from http://2012apocalypse.net/)
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Ok, whether you believe this or not, (I dont) there is always a lesson, something you can take away from anything new you learn. If you thought you had only 1024 days left on this planet, what would you do?? Think about it.

I hope you had a good weekend my darlings, mine was very hectic – just how I like it :)
I went to the Saachi gallery in Chelsea and I know its ever so fashionable to be into modern art, and although I found it interesting, would I have any of those pieces in my home?, probably not. As I say though, very interesting. I was with a few gals and so didnt get a chance to really examine everything as long as I would like (they spotted a cake shop :) but then again I think someone once said that art has to touch you, if not then the piece is not for you. Modern art though strikes me as being a bit different. Sublminal messages if you like. I did some deconstruction of film when I was at uni and it reminded me of that.
I also went on a London ghost tour. Whooooooooo. Oh yes, I love anything like that, gory, gory, gory. Dont worry though, I dont have gory tendancies towards you young man, just step into my lair, thats it… hahaha
Anyway, it was as mad as you like, this tour. They had actors who were meant to give atmosphere to the thing but it was like being sat next to the nutter on the bus, you know the one and he always chooses you. A really funny time though :)
And then I went to Nobu – I told you I was busy didnt I? You know Nobu, that top Japanese restaurant on Park Lane that all the celebs go to (Victoria Beckham’s favourite, I hear). We didnt see any celebs but we did spend a very pleasant afternoon munching through 7 courses – they were tiny, honest!!
It looks like another busy week for me chaps, I may have a teeny space in my diary over the weekend, failing that it will be 9 or 17 March. See you soon?
PS Spring is coming, I can feel it!

As much as I sympathise with poor Cheryl Cole, and I really do, bless her heart. I could not help smile at this. I heard it tonight.
‘It’s not Ashley’s fault. He thought she meant ‘Girls Allowed”
Taxi!

Are undoubtedly some of the best in the world (the best possibly?) but what is it with the service charge? I know its been around for ages and you probably dont even think about it. But let’s think about it. I always assumed that the cost of a meal included someone actually bringing it to you (call me old fashioned :) If you thought that the person bringing the items to the table was quick, friendly, knowledgable etc etc, you may consider slipping him or her a little something on the side, to say ‘Thanks for looking after me’. An incentive to be nice, that kind of thing.
But no, now there is a 12.5% service charge slapped on the bill automatically. Can you imagine going to see a ‘lady’ and her saying ‘Oh that will be an extra 12.5% because I opened the door and let you in’? Ive seen worse though. When I was in California for a few months, you could not get a second drink in a bar unless you gave a dollar tip – every single time you had a drink. Every time, regardless of whether the service was poor, mediocre or diabolical. They totally ignored you without the flash of a greenback but if they did deign to glance in your direction, the look they gave, honestly, turn a hot chick to stone it would. Madness.

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.

A fella once said to me, ‘Oh, have you had a power cut?’ because of all the lovely candles I had alight in my place. Hahaha , honestly! :) Actually it was just in the boudoir in that instance, but I have candles all over, everywhere. Yes even in my bathroom. If you are a regular visitor or even an irregular visitor you will know that already. I love them. Scented ones are my favourite but I like normal candles too, I even have a soft spot for t-lights – there you are.
Now like most things in life, there are candles and then there are Candles.
Top of the pops for candles has to be…
Diptyque – oh my!
Originally a Paris interior design store, Diptyque made the scented candle into a modern day cult classic. Founded by three friends, it was their collective love of travel, particularly to the Far East and Africa, that first inspired the exotic range of scents. Initially created as a finishing touch to their interior designs, their stunning range of scented candles has gone on to be famous around the world.
Now then, Diptyque has many facets. You must buy Freesia for day; John Galliano for fabulous occasions; Tubereuse for candlelit dinners, Baises (berries) in black wax for seduction.
How do I know all this? Dont ask ;)
The other beauty in the candle world is Jo Malone, clean, elegant look and clean elegant scents. Heavenly.
Besides all of this, candlelight is romantic, seductive, and scents are erotic and enticing, what a heady combination. Mr M brought me candles the other day. They smell of White Cocoa Truffle. Thanks Mr M :) x
I think I am addicted to candles. Oh, I feel a shopping trip coming on….

Ohhh look what I do for you! I have put a journey planner on my site. On the ‘My Location’ page and to the right here on my blog. Just pop in where you are, click the button and it will tell you, quick as you like, how to get to me. Isnt that cute? And what a time saver. I know you are going to like it… a lot :) x

I saw this on my stats. Yes I still look at them. One of the phrases that brought someone to my site was this; How Long to Get Rhia? ‘Oh bless’, I thought, ‘he doesnt have to ask that on Google’ . Just send me an email and I will tell him.
Actually, Miss Self Obsessed here was wrong, it means Registered Health Information Administrator and it actually takes years. You have to get a degree and then take the accredited boring exam and so on and so forth. Seeing me however, takes considerably less time . About a week in fact.
Oh I almost forgot, more pics …

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