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Back in Devon…

Well as usual I had a lovely time in London, very, very  special.   Being blessed with fantastic weather for the 5 days I was there was a real bonus.   So what did I get up too?  Well… (saucy wink)  lots of fab things.  A word about my hotel though.  Totally, totally amazing;  service second to none and a beautiful, elegant room.  Talking of elegant, the dining room there was possibly, no definitely the best I have ever had the pleasure of dining in.  Truly divine.  I loved the dress code too – jacket and tie for the gents at all times – perfect.  I do love a gent in a smart suit and tie, very handsome indeed.

Here’s a funny thing I noticed though.  Apart from the attention to detail, which was fierce.  On alighting from the cab on arrival,  the doorman took my bag,  he must have swiftly looked at my luggage tag, beamed at me and said ‘Welcome to the blah de blah,  Miss Charles!’   Brilliant.  Another one, as I was leaving to go a party one evening asked me where I would like the cab to take me.  When I told him he said  ‘And very lucky they are to have you too, Ma’am’  A nice tip for you then young man.  Oh I am a sucker for a smooth line.

So, apart from all of that.  Here’s the thing.  Ive mentioned a few times about my disturbing mania about those bloody shower caps.  Well, I stayed in my room sans a gentleman overnight until the 3rd night.  The maid must have seen there was only a lady in the room by the lack of male luggage and testosterone etc.  So when the time came to service the room for the evening, turning down the sheets and the usual fripperies and niceries were seen to.  When it was noticed by said maid  that a gentleman was in attendance, she put a sort of cloth across the silk headboard.  I kid you not.  It was done in the best possible taste of course but there it was,  this little sheet strung across the bedhead with the hotel’s emblem upon it.  I can only assume that they have had a bit of an incident with gentlemen’s hair gel.  You can imagine cant you?, a guy propped up in bed watching tv and whoops a dirty great stain over the very expensive furnishings.  I have never seen anything like it and in future shall either request a bedhead sheet for my overnight gentlemen guests or make them wear that ubiquitous shower cap – only kidding!, only kidding!

It was London Fashion Week while I was there and I was reading a little about this on the way up on the train.  By pure coincidence, on one of the days I was returning to my room I headed towards the two small lifts where stood  a lady, I smiled, she smiled and then I waited for the lift.  Oh my God!  I suddenly realised.  I know who that is.  I was just reading about her on the way up.  It was Anna Wintour.  For those readers of a decidedly anti-fashion bent (or even mild disinterest on the subject of fashion, after all you do have better things to do :);  she is the Editor of Vogue.  She is the Grande Dame of fashion.  She is the one to whom all other fashionistas bow and scrap. She is the one ALL designers want on their front row and the one that all supermodels want to get on the right side of.  You get the picture dont you?  She is also alllegedly the inspiration for the film ‘The Devil Wears Prada’ and is by all accounts a bit of a mare, as in a nightmare. (Her being ‘the devil’ part).   So, all in all apparently, a total so and so to work for.  I also remember reading and recalling from the film that this lady does not share lifts… with ANYONE.

Hahaha, ‘what a dilemma!’ I think to myself.  Oh well, I wont mind sharing if she doesnt :)  Well, a lift came and I got in it.  I waited (so as to be polite dont you know) a little while to see if she would get in before I pressed the button.  ‘Go on girl!’ I thought to myself, prove all the detractors wrong.  But alas the lady was not for sharing and I zoomed upwards and onwards to my floor alone, and she had to wait for the next one.   Perhaps she was just shy.

My only problem with London is that I never seem to have enough time to get everything (and everyone :) done.   I have gradually increased my time from 2 days, to 3 days and this time 5 days.  But London is like some hungry child, goobling up time and demanding more.  I like it there though ( a lot)  and I will be back within the next couple of months.

A massive thanks to the lovely fellas I had the great fortune to see again and some I met for the first time.  Truly, as usual,  it was my pleasure gentlemen, thanks for looking after me, hope to see you again soon x

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Life Lessons

Bill Gates recently gave a speech at a High School about 11 things they did not and will not learn in school. He talks about how feel-good, politically correct teachings created a generation of kids with no concept of reality and how this concept set them up for failure in the real world.

Rule 1 : Life is not fair – get used to it!

Rule 2 : The world doesn’t care about your
self-esteem. The world will expect you to accomplish something BEFORE you feel good about yourself.

Rule 3 : You will NOT make $60,000 a year right out of high school. You won’t be a vice-president with a car phone until you earn both.

Rule 4 : If you think your teacher is tough, wait till you get a boss

Rule 5 : Flipping burgers is not beneath your dignity. Your Grandparents had a different word for burger flipping: they called it opportunity.

Rule 6 : If you mess up, it’s not your parents’ fault , so don’t whine about your mistakes, learn from them.

Rule 7 : Before you were born, your parents weren’t as boring as they are now. They got that way from paying your bills, cleaning your clothes and listening to you talk about how cool you thought you were. So before you save the rain forest from the parasites of your parent’s generation, try delousing the closet in your own room.

Rule 8 : Your school may have done away with winners and losers, but life HAS NOT. In some schools, they have abolished failing grades and they’ll give you as MANY TIMES as you want to get the right answer. This doesn’t bear the slightest resemblance to ANYTHING in real life.

Rule 9 : Life is not divided into semesters. You don’t get summers off and very few employers are interested in helping you FIND YOURSELF. Do that on your own time.

Rule 10 : Television is NOT real life. In real life people actually have to leave the coffee shop and go to jobs.

Rule 11 : Be nice to nerds. Chances are you’ll end up working for one.

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Sign Language

I love these!  Crazy signs that people take a quick photo of when they are visiting new places.  This one, as soon as I saw it, I thought, ‘That has to be in Australia!’  I wasn’t far off, it is New Zealand.  Typical of our Antipodean friends’  brilliant sense of humour though :)

More to come…

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Must Visit…

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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Men’s Underpants

Commando?  Y-Fronts, Boxers, Long Johns, Thongs (Oh No Dear God, NO! :), Briefs, Jockey Shorts? – Oh dont you fellas have a lot of choice these days?

You can probably guess that I am not a great lover of the male thong, disturbing flash backs of Peter Stringfellow on the beach in ‘that‘ thong are just too potent for me to ever embark on an even slightly nonchalent fondness for that particular article of insanity.

I am not even a great lover of the y-front despite the stirling efforts of Mr Beckham.  Well done David. No really, WELL DONE!!    Readers of the youthful variety will be totally oblivious to the fact that the Y-front used to be the cause of great mirth and scorn. Especially yellow nylon ones.  I outdid myself oh special one this time and procured for you a purple pair of loveliness.

Here you go.  I compromised because they have a fetching yellow trim thereby satisfiying the most discerning of y-front pant lover.  I note that this one has an emblem on the front.  I am desperate to know what it is. I think. If you know, do I want to know?  Oh go on then :)

My favourites?  Oh I love a nice boxer. Boxer shorts are very sexy, yes indeedy. I like the traditional cotton ones and I also like those tight ones, ′a la Calvin Klein.  Oh I just came over all unneccesary!

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Ladies of Devon & Cornwall…

This is one for the Plymouth (and beyond) ladies out there.  I see very few gentlemen as you know. That means, there are lots of lovely fellas I cant see and often have to turn away, for which I am very sorry.  I also often get emails from gorgeous gals from Plymouth or the surrounding  (Devon, Cornwall etc) area asking for advice etc.  Although I am not the fount of all knowledge on this profession and usually point ladies in the direction of this excellent website Support & Advice for Escorts , it makes sense for me to be able to recommend other excellent ladies in the area to prospective clients that I cant see.

So, if you are reliable, professional, honest, well groomed, sensible, drug-free (shouldnt really have to say that), intelligent, clean, safe, healthy, sociable, have a healthy attitude to sex and like men, really like men (sounds obvious, but think about it), are articulate, interesting and interested then please get in touch.  I would be delighted to recommend you to some of the lovely gents who contact me.

rhiacharles@yahoo.co.uk

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French Knickers

My favourite panties are French.  Yes I know I am a total Francophile but it seems to me that many, many wonderful things come from France.  Champagne, wine, food, furniture, perfume …. Back to pants.  I love, adore, covet french knickers.  Quite hard to find these days.  I remember buying my first pair when I was around 14.  I wanted to look like the glamourous 1940′s starlets that you could see in old magazines.  I think also, that they are more flattering than a thong (anything is more flattering than a thong, who invented that thing??!)  So you can imagine my delight when I shop for lingerie and a set fulfills all four of my requirements;

1) Has to fit a lady with an ample bosom

2) Has to have a matching suspender belt (dont like hold ups!)

3) Has to be beautifully made

and 4) Oh french knicks as well? – what joy!

I was very lucky with the set you see above.  It’s a Janet Reger design and I have it in cream too.  If there were more colours at the boutique, I would have bought them all.  Vive la France!

A little bit from Wiki…

French knickers may have been so called since they were mimicry of the ‘visible’ underwear associated with Parisienne dancing, notably the Can-Can. The French themselves do not use this term for this style. The English began to associate the term with naughty or risque activity due to the connection to Montmartre and Pigalle, but in reality these knickers evolved into their final form from bloomers, the baggy, shapeless long-legged underwear of the Victorian era. By the 1950′s French knickers were almost the standard for British women and by the sixties this style was mass-produced in the ‘new’ nylon and other synthetic fabrics. A more practical design of French knickers had arrived, and proved very popular.

In the mid to late 1970s French Knickers, designed by Janet Reger and others, brought erotic and exotic style to lingerie. Of course major manufacturers through the 1980s to present day latched on to the trends.

Since the nineties, this style of lingerie has given ground in the marketplace to more aggressive styles for younger consumers. It becomes harder for major manufactuers to justify annual production, so they do not appear in shops at all often. They continue to hold the affection and attention of the generation who grew up with them, and as a result have transitioned back into the ‘naughty’ side of lingerie.

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Back in Plymouth!

Hello!, Yes I am back in the land of the cream tea and the oggie.  London was fab.  I had a lovely time.  After the drama of the changed hotels, I am happy to report that the final hotel I stayed in was quite, quite wonderful  They upgraded me not one level but two!  So happiness did abound :) When I arrived there were a whole bunch of paparazzi outside the entrance. ’Oh no, dear God, not again I thought’  ‘Will they ever leave me alone?’  Just a cursory glance at me told them all they wanted to know.  ‘Nope, not famous, she’s carrying an M&S sandwich bag for Chrissakes!,  ignore’  :)   Good, that pleases me.  I would hate to be famous.  I value and enjoy my privacy too much.

I did something I vowed I would never do.  Go on the tube.  I havent been ‘down there’ for quite a few years.  I dont like it.  Its claustrophobic, dirty, crowded and smells, and thats just the ticket section.  No, I figured a while ago that I dont get to London that often and so I would forfeit the tube in lieu of the Great British cabbie when I make one of my bi-yearly jaunts.  And besides, if I was meant to go underground I would have been born a mole with great spade like hands, wouldnt I?   So, a grave error found me on the underground yesterday.  It wasnt too bad, but I dont want to do it again very soon.  Please dont make me!

I went to see this; Here’s something you need to check out http://www.visitlondon.com/bodyworlds/ its an exhibition at the O2 and it is incredible.  Sounds a little morbid in that it has exhibits of dissected human bodies that have undergone the process of plastination – but it is done very respectfully, with the ethos of celebrating the miracle of life and the human body;  and the people who have donated their bodies?, I think would be very happy with the resulting, well, its artistry really. It is totally fascinating, take a look. I also managed to get a morning at the British Museum which was also very enlightening.  What a culture vulture I was!

So, I will be here in Plymouth for a little while now, give me a call and we can talk about the smashing weather we are having :)  Have a great bank holiday folks xxx

PS.  Apologies to everyone who tried to get in touch via email.  A super hotel it may have been but the broadband reception was rubbish.

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Busted!

Have you heard about this campaign? – Busts4Justice?  Well, a few ladies insensed at the fact that M&S charges more for larger sized bras (do they?  I had no idea, probably because I only look for my size and then buy it  – I typed in ‘tit’ then initially instead of  ’it’, I wasnt going to tell you but I thought the Freudians out there would find that hilarious :)  Anyway, more coin for ampler bosoms seemed to be the order of the day for M&S.
“Oh no, not fair, not cricket” say these ladies (My words) but oh I do love them (the ladies) and their gutsyness ( and of course who can fail to love their ample bosoms?) – is that a proper word, gutsyness?  Oh who cares.  These ladies are made of sterner stuff than an M&S bra!, they are what makes Britain great!   And by jove, they set about constructing a pressure group to make naughty M&S mend their ways; and haven’t they done well!, within a matter of days (and lots of publicity – the great British Press do love a titilating story (sorry folks!) they have managed to get one of the biggest retailers in the UK to  back down;

We are really happy to say that, thanks to the members of Busts 4 Justice, M&S have decided to abolish the tit-tax,  [BRILLIANT!, smacks hands together in total glee!!] and from now on will be operating a one-price-fits-all policy across their ranges.

We would like to thank everyone who has supported us on this issue; especially the thousands of brilliant, busty women that have joined forces with us. We couldn’t have done this without you.

Busts 4 Justice remain committed to making things better for busty women on the high street, but for now we’re happy just to be able to encourage all ladies to reward themselves and their boobs with some properly fitted, fairly priced lingerie.

Much love, Becky and Beckie a.k.a. Busts 4 Justice x”

Ladies, I salute you! x

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