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Gentlemen’s Clubs

No, not that kind of gentlemen’s club!!  Stroll around St James’s, Pall Mall, Mayfair et al and you may (or may not spot them) some have signs, most do not – Gentlemen’s Clubs.  They used to be strictly closed to ladies – I do remember, I think, seeing a film – The Honest Courtesan where courtesans were allowed into gentlemen’s clubs in Venice, way back when; to use the libraries of course.   What fun!

Anyway, I have been into a few of these clubs now.  Lovely places, full of history, legends and stories to tell.  I can tell you one.  One of my ancestors gambled and drank the whole family estate away in such a club.   Its too far back to get too annoyed now but I used to look at the family pile (I never lived there, by the way) – its a hotel now, and think, yes that could possibly have been mine, if I was born a male and threw on this mortal coil  around 100 years ago. Totally true and apparently that  kind of thing was not uncommon in those days. Hey hum.  The sandwich was conceived in such a place too.

Now these clubs; well you have to be with a member (no jokes at the back) and some of them let ladies in.  Yes indeed.  But some still do not.  Is that legal?  Anyway, I dont care, who wants to go where they are not wanted anyway?  I desperately feel the need to quote the fabulous Groucho Marx’s missive to a private club right now;

“PLEASE ACCEPT MY RESIGNATION. I DON’T WANT TO BELONG TO ANY CLUB THAT WILL ACCEPT PEOPLE LIKE ME AS A MEMBER”.

Hahaha, superb.

So back to these clubs that I am not a member of…  they are rather wonderful you know, well you will know if you have been before too, perhaps you are a member?  No wonder the fellas tried to keep them all to themselves :)  I have been rather lucky in that a couple of my gents have taken me for lunch at these fine establishments and I must say the food has been marvelous, likewise the company and the ambience.  Oh I know some femi-nazi’s will be outraged but I like them, the clubs and the gentlemen,  not the femi-nazi’s.  Now then, I am moving onto nightspots now and  I just need to find a way to get myself into Annabel’s and the Groucho Club now, any tips? :)

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A New Review!

…. and a gorgeous one it is too, just like the fella in question. Thank you kind Sir, I am a very lucky lady to get to meet such wonderful guys as you.  All the sentiments expressed in that review are totally reciprocated.  I had a fabulous evening, see you soon, much love xxx

PUNTERNET REVIEW # 13

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Eighteenth Century Viagra

Yes we are still on the stangest tales of London :)

Dr James Graham was a genuine doctor, but at a time when all genuine doctors were by modern standards complete frauds – the evidence for this can be seen in the fact that, for example the Edinburgh medical textbook of 1750 listed under ‘valuable remedies’ the following: horse dung, pig skulls, frogspawn, ants’ eggs and ground-up human skulls.

But Dr Graham, although interested in medicine, was far more interested in money, which is why when he left his native Edinburgh for London in around 1774 he set up his surgery in the most fashionable part of town at the time – St James.

By 1779 he had realised that an important medical affliction was not at that time being addressed by any medical practitioner.  Dr Graham decided that he would corner the market in cures for infertility. He set his Temple of  the Hymen in Pall Mall and took large expensive advertisements in the London newspapers. In these he made outlandish claims for the extrardinary benefits of what he called his ‘Cellestial bed’  The idea was that infertile couples would seek out the doctor, ask his advice and then be directed to his own certain cure: the Celestial Bed. Not only would the bed cure infertility – it would also ensure that any children conceived on it were far stronger and more beautiful ‘in mental as well as in bodily endowments than the present puny race of Christians’.

The bed could only be rented and couples paid exorbitant sums for the privilege – perhaps as much as £100 per session (around £12000 today).

Graham claimed that while an infertile couple had sex on his bed he would activate a mechanism that would surround the happy couple with ‘celestial fire’ and ‘cherishing vapours’.  He would also pump through glass tubes the very same perfumes used by the Turkish Sultan to guarantee that he could keep up with the demands of his enormous harem.

Despite the bed’s mattress being made from the baked tails of sexually rapacious English stallions, history does not record the levels of statisfaction enjoyed by Dr Graham’s customers, but we do know that within a few years of the advertisments appearing, the good doctor vanished from the London scene.

Im not quite sure about the correlation between viagra and infertility, apart from the obvious; but its a great story and one I wanted to share.  I get asked about viagra – a lot.  My opinion is that it is a fantastic little pill and definitely does work.  However, like must drugs, it has serious side effects and I would urge my fellas NOT to purchase anything of this nature from sources on the internet.  Please go and see your GP.  They know your history and can do a quick health check (blood pressure is the key factor here) to make sure all is ok.

Now then, I am off to find some celestial fire, cherishing vapours, and let me see, what else is on my list?  Oh yes the baked tails of sexually rapacious stallions, do you think Waitrose will have them?

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The Cockney Courtesan with a Sweet Tooth

Ive just bought this great book.  Its called London’s Strangest Tales
and in amongst all the many, many tales are a few wonderful stories regarding us ladies.  I will post the ones of interest over the next few days.  Here’s one that caught my eye…

The huge popularity of marzipan in Victorian England (it was far more popular than it is now) is entirely attributable to a cockney girl who became one of the best-known and most sought-after Courtesans in Paris.

Born in Stepney in 1760, Eliza Marchpane grew up in abject poverty – with  no schooling and no other way to earn a living, her only option was prostitution. She began by working the pubs along the notoriously dangerous Ratcliffe Highway, but she quickly realised that once her looks were gone her income would dry up.

She set off for Paris knowing nothing of the city or the language. How she lived after arriving we do not know but within a few years she was certainly known to the aristocracy – she dined regularly at the houses of the nobility under the assumed title Marquessa de Marchpane.  Her cockney French simply made her sound exotic to the Parisian nobility, who admired her good looks and vivacity.  In memoirs of the time she is described as extraordinarily attractive and her fame quickly spread far beyond Paris – she became the darling of the aristocracy in Vienna where it is said she seduced the young Mozart.

Gifts of houses, jewellery and lavish clothing from her admirers had made her rich and when she returned to England in about 1800 she brought with her the recipe for an almond paste she had first tasted in Austria.

Her large house in the West End became a fashionable centre and at every party she gave there were always cakes and other sweets made from almond paste.  Eliza ended her days in Brighton where she was for a time the lover of the Prince Regent, whose enormous girth no doubt could be attributed to Eliza’s almond paste.  She died in 1830.

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Afternoon Tea & Crumpet anyone?

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 you darling‘ 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;

More details here. Traditional English Afternoon Tea.

See you very soon!

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Aspreys

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

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Wow, Aww and Hmmm

Its back, the sunshine and I am glad.  So glad, that I could not stay in today after my lovely lunch gent had gone off on his smiley, merry way, that is after we had devoured champagne,  marinated seabass, haricot verts and the best mashed potato he has ever had in his whole darned life (smoothes down chefette’s apron with pride) and ultimately, quite frankly, devoured  each other ;)   Alright, I am just showing off now,with my mash,  but I do love it when someone enjoys themselves here, I really do.

I had heaps of things to do here and elsewhere,  but instead decided to play hooky and go and play outside afterwards.  Not far from me  is what looks like a pagoda, about half a mile away, near to Chelsea Bridge.  I only saw it before whilst in a car a few times and kept thinking that I must investigate it.  So I did.  Today.  I walked there and discovered it was Battersea Park, just over the bridge and it was wonderful.  The pagoda in question is The London Peace Pagoda and it is truly beautiful. Quite lovely.

I spent around 6 weeks in Thailand and Singapore a few years ago and visited a lot of Budhist temples,  an awful lot. I was fed, watered and smiled at  :)

It reminded me of that time, this pagoda;  beautiful golden buddha statues, immaculately kept, and, as always, very peaceful.  I have a lot of time for Budhists, even though I dont have much time for organised religion.  Oh I am not a Budhist by the way but I do know a little about it.  Ive read a fair bit about all sorts of spiritual and religious matters. I have studied the New and Old Testament and the Quaran.  I can tell you a fair a bit about Mormonism too, and have even read Mein Kampf;  not strictly a religion, I know,  but it still led to a doctrine. I like to understand what makes people tick you see.

Buddhism is more of a philosophy than a religion though.  Beautiful, gentle people they are, I liked them a lot.   Did you know that no war or violence of any sort has been actioned in the name of Buddhism?  Ever.  They certainly practice what they preach. That has to be admired.

The pagoda and also a mile of the park was constructed and dedicated to, and by,  some prominent figures in the Budhist world.  I am sorry but I cant remember the names (I was travelling light and didnt take a pen) which pretty much throws out my next commentary; which is the fact that people feel the need to leave a legacy to the world.  Thats a nice one, the pagoda and mile long jogging track too, although I did not partake of the jogging aspect, a leisurely stroll was more than enough on a hot day like today, but I very much enjoyed it

How nice to leave that for other people to enjoy, dont you think?  I once had a habit of leaving books I had read, finished with, in all sorts of places so that others could enjoy them.  I still take all my magazines to the GP’s surgery but that, I think is more to do with disliking waste than a need to be remembered in future :)

I think I would like to leave something beautiful behind though, a legacy, something for people to enjoy, something like the pagoda, I shall have to think. I do have a plaque with my name on, somewhere in Pakistan, its a sanctuary for bears who were rescued after being made to fight, horribly, horribly cruel.  Anyway, I helped fund that. Thats not enough though. Its not enough to just rescue things, it would be good to have something that enriches or makes people happy. Like I said, I will have to think.

The need to leave something behind, well thats not new, lots of people do this by having children;  and it is I think, what Sebastian Horsley was thinking when he wrote his book (which I have not read, by the way) but I did re-book my seat for the theatre and saw the play recently.

My overwhelming reaction to the play was sadness.  Real sadness, when you actually get to hear about this guy’s life.   He came from a wealthy family but oh so dysfunctional.  The play made reference to his parents constantly and their lack of basic parental care,  and I did read that his mother was present on the first night, along with Sebsatian.  I can only say that it must have been a raw experience for both of them to watch it.  Its not for me to judge or make assumptions about anyone or anything, but I cant even begin to imagine what demons you would have to conquer after experiencing your life played out on stage like that.  I had heard that Sebastian had given up drugs some time ago, but he died of a drug overdose the other day -  I hope that this play didnt open up unbearable wounds for him. I certainly found it painful to watch.  There were some excellent one liners, some poignant, some very funny.  I really wish I had met him.  Its at the Soho Theatre if you want to see it.

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Grace Kelly

I went to see the Grace Kelly exhibition at the V&A the other day. Its a collection of the lady’s clothes, hats, jewellery and even sunglasses from the 1940′s until her untimely death in 1982.  I love the 40′s/50′s exhibits, I would definitely wear them now, not too keen on the 1970′s kaftans though unless I am padding around the pad :)

Actually I used to wear 1940′s fashion  – pencil skirts, little veiled hats, seamed silk stockings,  stilettos, that sort of thing when I was 15 – amazes me now actually that I had the gall to do that, you know, when you are not trying to grab attention to yourself.

What a stunning beauty the lady was though, a classical beauty.  My inspirations in the past have been sex goddesses if you like, Marilyn Monroe definitely, coupled with elegance though. Not in your face sexuality, slutty stuff – I know lots of fellas like a good slutty look occasionally. hehe  I got a lot of comments about my last pics – the one with the naughty secretary look and how it was a surprise – I had a bit of devilment in me that day :)

I guess what I am saying is that behind closed doors, well thats all frisky fun and fine, not in public though, not for me. Its for that reason that I am not too keen on the obvious ‘sexy’ look of some of the wanna-be celebs of today. (Yes I am turning into my mother)   A couple of belts to cover your cold bits on a night out?   Eeek!!, brrrrrr, Not for me, but I do admire their guts to do it, and good luck to them.

I have never really thought about ‘my style’ before.  I dont really follow fashion, having my kind of figure pretty much excludes you from a lot of so-called fashion and as Oscar Wilde so very succinctly put it “Fashion is a form of ugliness so intolerable that we have to alter it every six months”.

I have tended to stick to what I think suits me.  I have classical pieces that I have kept for 15 years.  Good clothes dont wear out if you look after them.  What someone like Kate Moss wears would look totally ridiculous on me.   I veer towards classical and elegant but hopefully with a hint at the curves beneath.  I am loving the dress above! I hardly ever wear jeans (a few times a year if it is very cold?), trousers rarely.  I find them deeply uncomfortable.  I prefer my dresses and skirts.  Never short (unless it is inside my place and you have requested it;)  I cant think of anything worse than striding through London with a skirt up around my – well you know what.  I dont like the  unwanted attention you see.

So back to Ms Grace.  I have obviously been aware of her, may have seen a few of her films but I think I will take a closer look.  I ordered ‘High Society’, one of the movie’s she starred in, I think just before she got married; it arrived today.  Yes I like her style, I must try and watch it over the weekend.

Here’s the link for the exhibition if you have a mind to go and see it.

http://www.vam.ac.uk/collections/fashion/gracekelly/

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Glorious Days, Pink People & Jack

Oh how fab is this weather?  I absolutely love it, it feels like I am on holiday, somewhere warm and balmy.  I have been buying lovely plants and herbs for the balconies – it is truly delightful out there.  You must come  visit.

Long may it continue!  Mind you, Ive seen a couple of lobsters around – and they werent intended for my lunches either.  Lots of folks walking around looking very pink or even bright red.  Not a great look, it looks so sore, ouchy ouch -  I so wish they would put some sunscreen on or better still not bake themselves in the full sun (I sound like my mother).

I would rather die than get sunburn (ok not exactly die :)  I remember having lunch with Miss Dollymopp last year and we went somewhere by the river;  al fresco.  It was a nice sunny day and we were both paranoid of the sun getting at us – we were inching our seats under the canopy at the same time, to be in the shade,  to save our skin :)

So whilst enjoying this wonderful weather, I did something I have had on my to-do list for ages.  I actually booked to do it last year but it was winter, and cold and wet and so I didnt go. I am a fair weather adventurer I am afraid.

I went on a Jack the Ripper tour last night.  I did mention it to the fellas who I used to see whilst on tour in London before I moved here and some back in the SW too.  So, guys I eventually got round to it.

What is it with people? People like me (and you, if you have been too :)  Why are we so morbid?  I guess its the same mentality of people watching a hanging, although I would like to think I would draw the line at that!  The tour had so many people on it, must have been 150; people just turn up and pay their money and away we go.  It was ok though, you got to hear everything that was said.  So a jaunt around the east end of London was the order of yesterday. I have always been fascinated by Jack the Ripper.  Actually, not just Jack but Victorian life in general, below stairs as it were.  I did mention to a couple of the fellas that me going on that tour felt a  little – well, wrong – on several levels – a tour about someone butchering prostitutes?  Hmm.  It wasnt the prostitute element that fascinated me, although that was very interesting, those poor ladies in the 19th century – a very tough life.  I have always been more intrigued with the other end of the industry though.  The not so blatant world in which ladies had so much more freedom and independence than other women of the age. Girl power if you like.   Oh and the glamour and mystery, of course, that has always piqued my interest too :)

I try and have a day off each week (usually a weekend)  to be a tourist here in London.  I didnt want to make the same mistakes I have made in the past when living somewhere but never actually getting to know the place.  So far I have seen the changing of the guards at Buckingham Palace, been to Tate Britain, Museum of London, Victoria & Albert Museum, a tour of Westminster, a visit to the Houses of Parliament, visits to Borough Market, Columbia Flower Market & Portobello Road, Westminster Abbey, oh and a tour around Covent Garden plus more; and then theres all the restaurants and other invites – I am getting around a fair bit -phew!  Lots more to see and do though and it only gets better in this weather.  I am available in London throughout Flaming June (crossed fingers) and can tell you all about my new adventures when we meet. x

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Am I Still in Love?

Well, I moved here  to lovely London precisely 118 days ago and many of you fine fellas have enquired as to whether London is treating me well.

Well? She is treating me better than well.   She has laid out the red carpet, done a song and dance and thrown a massive house warming party as far as I am concerned.  ‘What about the people?  They are an unfriendly bunch in London, walk over you if you were dying in the street’  That’s what I used to hear.  Rubbish.  I have made so many good friends in a very short period of time.  I have got talking to more random people than I ever have any where else and believe me, I have travelled all over the world,  and then some.

London is my adoptive city now and like hundreds, millons of people before me, I love it. More than love it.  I feel as though I have lived here forever. It is so right that I am here.  I love the cosmopolitan air, I love the culture, I love the vast array of foodie heavens, I love the people, I love the acceptance, I love the diversity, I love the history, I love the innovation, I love the energy.  I have never been anywhere that helps business as much as London does. London is welcoming and wonderful and no, I am not vying for Boris’ job :)  I am not going to quote Samuel Johnson either, but for me right now, it rings true.

I am not going to leave London, ever.  That is coming from someone who usually says ‘Never say never, honey’.  I may spend 3 months every year in warmer climates but that is no reflection on London,  just on the northern (bloomin’) hemisphere in general.

I need to put something back, in the way of London charities et al , just have to find the right project.

By the way, check out the new Museum of London galleries – very, very fine. Yes I am still in love with London :)

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