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So, this was a lady who became very wealthy by virtue of her talents, but that is not the point.  She had only a  few well chosen suitors who took care of her handsomely and in return?  Well, in return she made their lives easier, more passionate and also made them in turn very, very wealthy.  How so?  I hear you ask.

Apparently, she was the supreme hostess.  She hosted the most magnificent dinners for the movers and shakers in this gentleman’s industry. She never actually ate at her dinner parties (Oh I dont like that idea!) because she wanted to ensure that she was totally attentive to all of her guests.  She was fragrant, amenable and charming.  These dinners were the catalyst for deals and mergers and hence made the gentleman in question very comfortable.  Never underestimate the power of food, Dear Reader,  or indeed the power of a talented woman ;)

I loved this story and I wish I had known her – I bet she had a tale to tell – like me ;)  My lips are sealed though just like hers. x

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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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PS London Tour in September, almost fully booked!

PPS Got a superb deal with that site where you bid on a hotel room again.  It’s very exciting to see what you will get! Please email me if you would like the link ;) x

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Here’s my gal…

London Tour

I have my London Tour dates ready now.  21st, 24th and 25th September.  I shan’t be visiting London again this year so please book early or you will have to come to Plymouth :)  Oh and you will really love the hotel I have booked, very special.  Please take a look here for more details and I hope to see you there xx

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The Dean of Women at an exclusive girls’ school was lecturing her students on sexual morality.

“We live today in very difficult times for young people. In moments of temptation,” she said, “ask yourself just one question: Is an hour of pleasure worth a lifetime of shame?”

A young woman rose in the back of the room and said, “Excuse me, but how do you make it last an hour?

We know how dont we? ;)

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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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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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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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