Archive for the ‘Travel’ Category
Sunday, September 6th, 2009
I bought this book the other day, in fact it caught my eye when I stopped at the service station at Exeter. There it was. You know what it’s like when something catches your eye, you walk past it, look back and then you decide you have to have it. You fellas will definitely know that feeling after watching women for a year of your life :)
So, this book. It’s a little bit fab. 501 must-visit destinations. One of my gents said, ‘Yes but who decides they are must-visit destinations?’ and he is of course perfectly right, it is subjective but there are some rather wonderful places to inspire you. I was a little crestfallen to find that even though I consider myself an intrepid traveller, I can only tick off a paltry 45 of those 501 must-visit destinations. Have I been going to the wrong places? Have I giddily been ticking off another list? Yes, actually I have – my own. I like the book though, some places in there that are on my to-do list and some I have never even contemplated. Licks end of pencil and pulls out the list…
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Thursday, September 3rd, 2009
So I decided to pop away for a nice break – somewhere the bard might feel at home :)
‘Is that a dagger I see before me?’ ‘Yeah gimme your trainers’ – no it wasn’t Liverpool (sorry Liverpool) hehehe
Anyway on a bank holiday friday I find myself trundling up the M5, singing away to Madame Butterfly when lo and behold a queue is forming up ahead. Yes a queue on the motorway. Can you believe that? I had to check that I hadn’t wandered willy nilly onto that nefarious M25. No, I was in Somerset or Zomerset if you happen to have been born there. So to cut a very long story short. I found myself sat in a car park motorway for 8 hours. 8 – WHOLE – HOURS!!!
Why oh why? I hear you cry. Well, someone had decided to try and throw themselves off a bridge and the police had then decided to shut the M5 – on an August Bank Holiday. Yes an August Bank Holiday. The tailback was 20 miles long.
Poor soul, I hear the tender hearted readers out there sob. Yes, and indeed we shall never know what makes someone decide to cause chaos in an attention seeking manner on a hideously busy bloomin’ BANK HOLIDAY!!! Seriously though, people were stuck in their cars, kids in tow for hours and hours with no water, no toilets, no champagne. Couldnt the police have talked, wrestled the guy down in half an hour? What were they doing for 8 hours??? Teaching him macrame? It was pretty bad but do you know what? If that is the worst thing that ever happens to me, well, I shall consider myself lucky. And the fella? Well, I dont know what happened to him but I hope he somehow finds a way through his troubles.
If you were stuck on the M5 last Friday, there is a survivor’s group where you can get counselling. It’s called the Rhia Rehabilitation Project and you can join by emailing rhiacharles@yahoo.co.uk and arranging a session ;) x
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Tuesday, August 18th, 2009
I just managed to watch this dvd. I know, I know, I have been wanting to watch it for over a year now! Anyway, I did it and it was good. Thanks Mr N for the gift! x It was more of a love story than I thought it would be, ahhhh. Some great lines in the film too and of course stunning location – Venice. Try and watch it if you can. Its also called The Honest Courtesan for some reason.
Mr M read my post about men’s underpants and bought me a rather fetching pair of Dolce & Gabanna boxers. Hehehehe Very nice they look too, and ever so comfy, maybe I should wear men’s pants all the time ;). Thanks M!
How naughty am I? Only just back from my hols and I am already getting itchy feet. I fancy one of those spa breaks in Thailand or somewhere lush like that. Just a chill out, pamperings, great food and fabulous sunsets. You cant blame me really. Its not as though we have had a great summer (again), I think I blinked when we had those good few days. I get all excited, think this is it and peak too soon. I should appreciate the moment better. I know its a well worn cliche but summers really were better and longer when I was a kid. No I didnt live in the Bahamas (but I may one day :) Ho hum, Im off to check out some holiday sites.
Now you know I dont do quickies, but I couldnt resist…the joke I mean :)
While making love, he says:
- Darling, let’s do 68!
- 68??? What’s that?
- You do it to me and I’ll owe you one.
Hope you are having a good one if you are on holiday xxx
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Saturday, July 11th, 2009
I have seen a few chaps recently who are either about to board the Plymouth to Roscoff Ferry or have just disembarked the ferry back to dear old blighty with Brittany Ferries. Lucky fellas who have super duper holiday homes in France, or happen to live there most of the time. And how lucky am I that they decide to pop in on little ole me en route? I havent been on that ferry or on that particular route for a long while but I do remember from the last time I did, a rather splendid lunch. Yes on a ferry! Of course the chefs are French and of course they would rather cast themselves overboard than serve mediocre food, sacre bleu!! Yes even on a ferry. I have also heard tales that the service stations in France serve the most delicious cuisine, ok not Michelin star quality but more than adequate good food, food you want to hang around for an hour or two to savour (not like ours – ahh therein lies another post/rant methinks :)
The French take their food very seriously. (Did I tell you I was 1/4 French, I think it is the bit where my mouth is :) Now I also sometimes, actually most times, take my food very seriously too. In terms of quality, provenance, cooking style and presentation. I bet you think I talk about food all of the time! - well it is a passion of mine, but I sooo do not want to be a chef :) I just want to partake, if I may?
Sometimes though, I just want a M&S ready meal – quick, nutritious and relatively cheap. I also have to watch what I eat constantly, which can obviously be a real drag, yes, a real drag. I dont like junk food, in fact I hate it. The thought of a Macdonald’s makes me come over all queasy. However, I sometimes crave fish and chips (is that junk?, I dont think it is actually) I allow myself that, fish and chips with tartare sauce twice a year, omg, yum! - I kid you not! I never drink sugary, fizzy drinks. Hell I dont even drink Juice – just water (and ahem, obviously champagne – a girl has to have some vices ;) I dont eat too much chocolate or snacks – only when a kind gent supplies me with them – I have, you may have noticed taken the chocs off my wishlist recently. What a good girl I am.
Now then, here’s the point of all of this, if you look at naturally voluptuous ladies, (of which I think I am one) they have always had a battle to stay slim. Think Diana Dors. Marilyn Monroe – who was a size 14 before she died, my guess is she would have been a lot bigger as she grew older. Its a natural thing, I think for curvy girls to have a problem staying svelte. Maybe we should all just let nature decide and eat whatever we want. The thing is, I dont feel good when I put on a few pounds. I feel sluggish and unhealthy. Besides that, I wouldnt be able to fit into my fancy pants!! I try and listen to my body. So my perfect solution?? The gym, oh and super healthy meals in between the gorgeous dinners and lunches we share. The best of both worlds? I think so.
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Thursday, July 9th, 2009
…of 18th Century Venice, placed strips of veal on her face for an hour a day to keep it supple.
She streaked her hair with urine to lighten it.
Her fan was held in numerous different ways to signify willingness or other temptress mannerisms.
A beauty spot at the corner of the eye indicated a passionate nature and one on the throat suggested the lady was shameless.
(And to think, we only have a mere website to entice these days ;)
The Venetian Courtesans were, during their time, the most alluring women in Europe. They were beautiful, clever, witty, well versed in music and poetry and they were at the heart of Venetian society.
Florian’s Caffe on Piazza San Marco was the haunt of the Courtesan (I have sipped champagne there). It is alleged that in 18th century Venice the upstairs of this delightful cafe was the best bordello in town. Now I didn’t know that at the time and I really wish I did now as I could have had a poke and a pry and really explored the place albeit under the watchful eye of the rather surly waiter ;) But I urge you to go there, if you happen to be in Venice and perhaps venture out onto the Piazza, grab a seat and listen to the wonderful music played every night as you gaze at the beautiful Basilica.
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Le cortigiane del 18o secolo, Venezia, collocata strisce di carne di vitello per la sua faccia per un’ora al giorno per mantenerla elastica.
Ha i capelli striato con urina di alleggerire la
I suoi fan (la mano varietà) si è svolta in numerosi modi diversi per indicare la volontà e le altre tentatrice manierismi
Una bellezza posto ad angolo con l’occhio di un appassionato della natura e di uno sulla gola suggerito la signora era vergognoso
Le cortigiane veneziane sono state, durante il loro tempo, la più affascinante delle donne in Europa. Erano belle, intelligenti, spiritosi, ben versato nella musica e nella poesia e sono stati al centro della società veneziana
(Sempre la stessa poi, cortigiane, in tutto il mondo, anche oggi:)
Caffé Florian in Piazza San Marco è stato il ritrovo della cortigiana (ho sorseggiato champagne lì). Si asserisce che, nel 18 ° secolo Venezia, il piano di sopra di questo delizioso caffè è stato il migliore in città Bordello
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Monday, July 6th, 2009
The cynic in me thinks that the latest mentalism from Ryanair boss Michael O’Leary is designed purely to grab headlines in a slinky PR stunt – and it worked. But then… maybe just maybe, times are worse than we thought and Mr O’Leary is desperately, nobly trying to cling on to a sliver of meagre profits in order to keep his airline afloat (or should that be aflight?)
So these so -called budget airlines (you have to smirk at that title) already charge you to put a bag in the hold, they charge you to choose a seat, they charge you for refreshments (including water – isnt that illegal?) and recently they, well this one, Ryanair, has threatened to charge for using the loo. I kid you not. What next?, charges for the air supply, for each smile, or grimace from the harrassed, overworked cabin crew? How about charging a pound or two to listen to the Captain’s spiel?
So what’s the latest? Mr Ryanair is contemplating ripping out a few seats at the back so that people can stand. Yes!, stand throughout a flight. I guess it may cut down the incidences of deep vein thrombosis. They are calling it ‘vertical seating’ – BRILLIANT! hahaha. Now what puzzles me, in Mr Ryanair’s quest to hunt down the last penny, is that he is saying he will offer these standing places for free. For free? And the point of this is? Are you mad Sir? I am still researching the point of this folks – ahh maybe the PR stunt theory is true after all :)
This Escort’s favourite mode of transport??, oh without a doubt, Virgin Upper Class. Superb, Fly me to the moon!
PS. I am flying nowhere this coming weekend (and week for that matter). I am static, stable and fixed. I am in Plymouth, I am ready and I am waiting. What are you waiting for? ;) x
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Friday, June 26th, 2009
Apparently I have been wearing the wrong bra for, well, most of my adult life. I flew into Bristol the other day after a very wonderful trip away and decided to stay the night and go shopping the next day. Obviously, obviously I found myself lingering in the lingerie (is that why its called lingerie? :) department of House of Fraser when the assistant there asked me what size I was, oh 36dd I replied. She then went scurrying out the back and brought in a pretty bra, ‘Try this on she says, oh go on’. ‘Oh alright then’ I said. Now it did cross my mind as she said ‘you will let me see it wont you?’ Well, you can imgine what crossed my mind, how on earth can I get out of this one, not the bra, the situation, please keep up. So , before you can say ‘Do me up honey’, I am in the bra and she is in with me. Eeek! ‘Oh no, no, no’ she snorts in disgust ‘That is not the size you should be in’ ‘I thought you weren’t a 36, your back is too tiny for that’ and off she goes to bring back….
A 34F!, a 34F for chrissakes! And it fitted like a glove. Two things here, one this means I have to change my stats and secondly, will I never be able to find pretty lingerie without the bra looking like a boulder holder? Oh woe is me! (I think ;)
Otto Titzling
COMMEMORATED IN POPULAR song, trivia, and cautionary tale, the tortuous history of Otto Titzling (a.k.a. Titsling, Titslinger, Titzlinger) – no laughing at the back! – and the invention of the modern brassiere has a lesson to teach us all — though not necessarily the one you might expect.
As the story goes, Otto Titzling, a German immigrant living in New York City circa 1912, was employed at a factory making women’s undergarments when he met an aspiring opera singer named Swanhilda Olafsen. Miss Olafsen, a buxom woman by all accounts, complained to Titzling that the standard corsets in use at the time were not only uncomfortable to wear but failed to provide adequate support where it counted most.
Titzling rose to the challenge. With the help of his trusty assistant, Hans Delving,(is this for real, delving?, delving? purleese!) he set about inventing a new kind of undergarment specifically engineered to meet the needs of the modern woman. The “chest halter“ he designed proved to be a brilliant innovation and a commercial success, but our hero neglected to take out a patent, an oversight that would haunt him for the rest of his days.
Otto Titzling vs. Philippe de Brassiere
Enter the flamboyant, French-born fashion designer Philippe de Brassiere, who began ripping off Otto Titzling’s designs and manufacturing competing products in the early 1930s. Titzling sued de Brassiere for patent infringement. In a court battle lasting four years, the two men fought to prove ownership of the concept, facing off in a climactic courtroom “fashion show” in which live models paraded before the judge wearing prototypes by each designer. In the end Titzling lost the case, not only in the court of law but in the court of public opinion, where de Brassiere, with his knack for self-promotion, managed to cement in the public’s mind a lasting connection between the product and his own name.
In the words of songstress Bette Midler, “The result of this swindle is pointedly clear — do you buy a titsling or do you buy a brassiere?”
Titzling died penniless and unappreciated, we are told.
Oh and no Bristol(s) jokes purlease! x
PS HAPPY BIRTHDAY MR P. Happy Birthday to you, Happy Birthday to you, Happy Birthday Mr P, Happy Birthday to YOU !…
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Monday, June 8th, 2009
Ive had a few hits on my website from some Glastonbury folks recently and as a consequence, it led me a merry old dance down memory lane. I spent a fair few days at Glastonbury Festival in, oh it must have been around 2003. If I remember rightly, it was probably only one of a few handfuls of times when the weather was actually glorious. I am glad about that, all that mud diving plays havoc with the ‘do’. (Blimey I just realised what all those bloomin’ shower caps in hotel bathrooms are really for. hahahaha)
No, it was nice the time I went, I remember sloshing on the sunscreen like there was no tomorrow. I remember a friend washing my hair in freezing cold water in a washing up bowl – Eeek! I stayed in the green fields, the hippy bit. All love an peace and well, its not really quite like that is it? Its more of how earnest can you be, shall we all wring our hands in torment about what those wicked creatures in the bottom fields are doing to our precious earth (never mind that said hippies had rolled up in fuel guzzling vehicles) Oh I could go on and on but I wont. Suffice to say, I have lived with and experienced many sub-cultures and when it all boils down to it, we all have the same needs for love, recognition, respect and a sense of worth, oh and egos, we all have those, some of them need more massaging than others.
But Glastonbury Festival, well you have to do it dont you, at least once. It is a sight to behold and you will experience things you may not anywhere else. I actually got the festival bug that year and did around 8 more. None were like Glastonbury and a part of me is glad. The music was fantastic. When you see it on tv, you see the massive crowds and it looks a bit intimidating. My experience was that everyone was pretty chilled (no prizes why!) and you could get right up to the front of stage for a good view. Great bands. I hear Tom Jones is on this year, that would be good. I think I may wait to see him in Vegas though ;)
One thing that should not be missed is a quick look at the things they call toilets at Glastonbury. Yes, even if you are staying in a Winnebago. You must check out the toilets, if only to get an idea of how dysentery may start. Yes, it really is that bad. I was going to pop a pic on but I like you too much x
So, no I am not off to Glastonbury this year, but if you are, you have a great time. Take a hanky to put over your nose (for the loos), say no to drugs, if you can :) and rock a little for me wont you? x
If there are any tickets left you may be able to get them here
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Sunday, June 7th, 2009
Gents, 
I am off on quite a few jaunts this month (please see my availability calendar for specific dates). Looks like July and August will see me busy too – very exciting places and persons of a special nature to be with and only half the month in Plymouth so please contact me asap if you have a June, July or August date in mind and you hope to see me here in Devon. The pic is of me looking like a haughty mare with my private jet when in reality, sadly I take the number 62 bus ;) x
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Tuesday, June 2nd, 2009
Im in a funny mood today. I keep looking at spa breaks and thinking, ‘Can I possibly squeeze one in over the next few days?’ I feel the need for detoxification, clarification, pamperation and well, you know dont you? I am restless. Problem is though that I have been attacked with the Libran disease of indecisiveness. There are too many out there! So many spas, soooo little time. Should I head for Champneys? – a wee bit too far for my liking. Driving in this weather for any distance is akin to being stuck in a clapped out mini with Janet Street Porter. No, methinks somewhere closer. The nearest decent spa as far as I can see is that Cowshed one in Somerset. Do you see a massive business opp down here ladies and gents??? Please open a top notch spa. Devon would be fab but Cornwall is ok too :)
Maybe I should save the thought and pop over to a tropical spa in Thailand for my birthday? Decisions, decisions.
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This here blog thing started as a way to express my saucy self. But do you know what? There's more to me than the saucy bits! So herewith you will find all sorts of thoughts, anecdotes, ideas, funny things (lots of them), deep and meaningfuls - a mixture of everything really, just like life. I hope you like it here. I like it here. It's cosier if you are here too so stay a while - and make a comment when you feel the need; I like that x
