I’ve put them up. Oh yes, by jove, the Christmas decorations have gone up and there is no stopping me now! I didnt put them up last year as I went away somewhere warm for the festivities and galloped around in a bikini for a week :) But this year, I shall be staying put and it is going to be such fun! I have a very special friend coming down just before Christmas and we are planning all sorts of lovely things together. Hurray!, I wish it could be Christmas every day – there’s a song in there somewhere :) x
Talking of songs, I just read that a hotel has banned the Slade Christmas song (Count Bartelli will be pleased hehe)
From the Telegraph today…
The Holiday Inn in Kensington, west London, decided they would no longer play the 1973 Christmas Number One following a large number of complaints.
Hotel spokeswoman Eleanor Conroy explained: “We always want to make sure guests have an enjoyable time when they stay with us.
“So when it became apparent that the Slade hit was not being well received by such a large proportion of our guests, we decided the best way to keep everyone’s spirits up in the countdown to Christmas was to remove it from the playlist.
“It’s currently the only song to have been withdrawn by public demand, but if there are any more Christmas turkeys that guests want to ban we will be listening out for any serious requests.”
The song is a regular feature at UK nightclubs around the Christmas season, and has re-entered the UK Top 40 singles chart on a number of occasions. It is particularly memorable for frontman Noddy Holder’s screeching delivery towards the end of the song.
Other hotels in the chain are considering a ban on the hit by the group.
Last year, BBC Radio One was criticised for its decision to ban the full version of Pogues classic Fairytale of New York.
I love both of those songs! So I am going to be a cheeky minx and put one here. :) (Ducks for cover from the Count hehehe)
Mr M sent me this lovely little book, The Erotic Review’s Photographer of the Year Prize. I like it, thanks M! x It contains lots of erotica photographs (obviously) from amateurs and professionals alike. Some are outstanding, some are plain scary! I thought you may want to have a look at some of them and so here, for you dear ones is a little slide show… Enjoy!
Marie Duplessis was born Rose Alphonsine Plessis in 1824 at Nonant-le-Pin, Normandy, France. Her father became her de facto pimp when she was about 12 years old. At the age of 15, she moved to Paris where she found work in a dress shop.
As recorded in art of the day Marie Duplessis was evidently an extremely attractive young woman, with a petite figure and an enchanting smile. By the time she was 16, she had become aware that prominent men were willing to give her money in exchange for her company in both private and social settings. She became a courtesan and learned to read, write, and to stay abreast of world events so as to be able to converse on these topics with her clients and at social functions. She also added the faux noble “Du” to her name.
Duplessis was the mistress of Alexandre Dumas, fils between September 1844 and August 1845. Afterwards, she is believed to have become the mistress of composer Franz Liszt, who reportedly wished to live with her. Throughout her short life, her reputation as a discreet, intelligent, and witty lover was well known. She remained in the good graces of many of her benefactors even after her relationships with them had ended.
Marie Duplessis died of tuberculosis at the age of 23 on February 5, 1847. Two of her former lovers, Swedish Count Von Stakelberg and French count Édouard de Perregaux, whom she had briefly married, were by her side. Within a few weeks of her death, her belongings were auctioned off to pay her debts. Still, her funeral in Montmartre cemetery was said to have been lavish, and attended by hundreds of people.
Ohh look see what I received yesterday! It is a beautiful set of bath oils from Jo Malone. I love Jo Malone products, especially the candles so you can imagine how thrilled I was to receive this special gift and knowing how much trouble was had in getting it to me :) – thank you so much Mr A!
I guess I have expensive tastes. Its not that I look at things, check out the price tag and go for the most expensive. In fact this is what usually happens… and I will give you a prime example – Beds. I was looking at new bed frames (no mine hasn’t worn out!) and went all around the Dingles bed department, not even looking at the prices. Guess which one I picked? Yep the the most expensive one in the shop. Quality is nice though isnt it? Oh and it lasts longer, thats my excuse. Not that these bath oils will last long – too delicious, I think I may try one tonight just before I prepare for a very special dinner date :) x
No I am not standing for parliamentary election although one could argue that I couldnt do any worse than the lot we have in now. No, I am referring to these crazy little buttons that can be seen at the side of this blog. I am getting quite a large readership now from all over the world and its ever so exciting! Think of it as my memoirs and instead of you having to go buy a book – voila! – they are here, free for all. So if you have enjoyed some, (all?) of my postings get your clicky finger ready and vote for my blog so more people can read it. I’ll pop a button here too so you dont forget :)
Most of my dates for December are dinner or lunch dates! I am going to be 20 stone by the end of it!!! No, I shall be going to the gym, just 7 days a week instead of 3 :( I am not complaining, no certainly not, I love my dinner dates- lovely food, cheeky wine, sexy gent – heaven. I try not to go to the same restaurant within a 3 month period though, they may start talking :) So, I am running out of good places to eat in Plymouth. Help! Do you know of any that are not listed on my restaurants page? Please let me know via email. xx Of course I am also entertaining at home too. I have a few gorgeous recipes up my sleeve and under my pinny ;) – listen to me, being all saucy on a Tuesday night. Must be the season to be jolly. I know I keep saying it but I really, really am getting busy for December. I would hate to not see you before 2009, call me x
Oh just had this lovely email..
Hello Rhia,
Thanks very much for a most enjoyable time yesterday. Lunch and afters were great. You are an expert at your courtesan craft.
THE CHRISTMAS PRESENT A young man called Sam, wanted to buy a Christmas present for his new
girlfriend. They hadn’t been seeing each other for very long, and she
lived a considerable distance away. He consulted with his sister, and
decided after careful consideration, that a pair of good quality gloves
would strike the right note, not too romantic, and not too personal. Off
he went with his sister to Harrods Ladies Department, and they selected
a pair of dainty, fur-lined quality leather gloves. His sister bought a
pair of knickers for herself at the same time. Harrods had a free gift-wrap offer, but the assistant mixed up the two
items, the sister got the gloves, and Sam got the knickers. Good old Sam
sent off his gift-wrapped present in a parcel, with the following
letter: Dear Sasha,
I chose these, because I’ve noticed that you are not wearing any when we
go out in the evenings. If it hadn’t been for my sister, I would have
chosen the long ones with buttons, but she wears shorter ones, and says
that they are much easier to remove.
These are a very delicate shade, and I chose them because the lady I
bought them from, showed me a similar pair, which she had been wearing
for the past three weeks, and they were hardly soiled at all. I had her
try yours on for me, and she looked really smart in them, even though
they were a little bit tight on her. She also said that they rub against
her ring, which helps keep it clean. In fact, she hasn’t needed to wash
it since she began wearing them. I wish I could be there to put them on for you, the very first time, as
no doubt many other hands will touch them before I have a chance to see
you again.
When you take them off, remember to blow into them a little bit because
they will naturally be a little damp from wearing. Just imagine, how
many times my lips will kiss them during the coming year. I hope you
will wear them for me on our next date. All my love,
Sam P.S. My mum tells me that the latest style is to wear them folded down
with a little bit of fur showing.
Look at these stunning sculptures. By Devon artist Heather Jansch, they are made entirely of driftwood. I love driftwood. The way that the sea smooths and polishes a tumbled branch is beautiful, so to see these sculptures at the weekend was incredible.
Let me make this clear. This is a pseudonym for my dear, dear friend. How can you have a friend that you have never met? Well we have had a cyber friendship for, oh I dont know, maybe a year? That’s not important. What is and the thing I want to share with you is his hilarious humour – it needs light or else it will die hahaha. So with the Count’s permission and I do hope he will start to make his comments known to mankind via my blog, I give you… The Count….
Oh before that, let me explain… I cheekily asked on a forum what he would be buying us, certain ladies for Christmas, he replied via pm …
Got it,my word ive got it!
The ideal present for thee and me…a caravan in Wales.
I will even fetch the water and change the gas bottle.
You know we are meant to be together lol
On Christmas Day,I will prepare the turkey and you decide which cock you fancy.Mine or the Turkeys?
I am off to town now to buy some elastic bands as a lady pointed out that cock rings can easily be replaced by elastic bands to prevent early ejaculation.
I ve only tried this once and the band split(just like the Beatles)and shot over to the mail room in Debenhams where they used it to wrap up the post.
If you have a clue what this is all about,let me know as senility is catching up.This morning I woke up imagining Esther Rantzens teeth were biting my neck in a jungle.Then I found out that it was actually my canary who had escaped from his cage and wanted his trill.
Weird that as I aint got a bird.Time for my diazepam.
Speak soon and take care of yourself,one day we may meet and you will suddenly realise that you can about turn to Plymouth faster than Linford Christie….
did you know he refused to run leg 3 of the GB relay cause the last runner mistook his cock for the baton.
Not a lot of people know that!
I love that word. Passion. I’m going to say it again, I love it so. PASSION. I adore it and all the connotations it has for me. As you know, I try and do a little research for most of my posts and when I searched in the god almighty of cyber space (google), I was sadly disappointed. Oh there are lots of results for ‘passion’ but most of them deal with ‘how to rekindle that passion’ or are dating websites. I wanted a raw explanation of passion by one far more erudite than I. This is the best that I could find…
Definitions of passion on the Web:
a strong feeling or emotion
heat: the trait of being intensely emotional
rage: something that is desired intensely; “his rage for fame destroyed him”
mania: an irrational but irresistible motive for a belief or action
a feeling of strong sexual desire
love: any object of warm affection or devotion; “the theater was her first love”; “he has a passion for cock fighting”
I am happy with No.1, oh and no. 2 too. I can understand No. 4, No.3 is not passion it’s just a bad temper. No.5 is definitely where I am coming from and No.6 is a little confusing. The first part is acceptable and understandable but the second? Are we talking revolting animal cruelty or two amours duelling for a fair lady’s affection with their most lethal weapons? ;) If you have ever, and I mean ever partaken in this most fascinating spectacle, it would be rude of you not to send me a pic. :)
Passion for me is simple and two-fold. Yes I am passionate about certain things – animals, justice, my friends, my dreams and loved ones but predominantly when I hear the word ‘Passion’, I think of it in the sexual context. That overwhelming feeling you get, it fills all your senses – touch, scent, image, taste, aural. It is lust, but more than that. Yes, to have it is sublime, it is also very rare – it is ecstasy.
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
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the Christmas decorations have gone up and there is no stopping me now! I didnt put them up last year as I went away somewhere warm for the festivities and galloped around in a bikini for a week :) But this year, I shall be staying put and it is going to be such fun! I have a very special friend coming down just before Christmas and we are planning all sorts of lovely things together. Hurray!, I wish it could be Christmas every day – there’s a song in there somewhere :) x
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
