Oh I do like these scream atcha headlines dont I? hehehe Maybe I have missed my vocation and I should have secured a job with ‘The Sun’ or ‘The (my son is a fishfinger) Sport’ – or possibly not :)
Now then, the club I refer to is a wine club. ‘Not before time!’ I hear you shout. The ever-delightful Mr I, recommended the Sunday Times Wine Club. I have been a member of a wine club before and I cant remember why I discontinued my membership, perhaps not enough of the sparkly stuff. Anyway, I decided to join this one and I had my first box delivered today. It looks good, wine tasting notes included and provenance and regular tastings in London too, that suits me!
As I mentioned before I am very keen to pair the perfect wine with the perfect dish and this might just do the trick. Its exciting too getting a delivery, a bit like Christmas. I dont aspire to be a wine bore though. Tell me if I am and I will nip down the ‘offy’ and get you an Asti Spumante tout suite darlin’ :)
Is there such a thing as a champagne club? – takes a minute to check – oh, sadly nothing of note :( Another business opp though for a budding entrepreneur out there?
I forgot to tell you that I did a little tour (not that kind of tour!) around the champagne region in France last year and very delectable it was too. I visited my favourite champagne house – Veuve Clicquot – and had a taste of the Grand Dame vintage. Very different to the normal vintage or the usual champagne that we all know and love and much more expensive, not sure if it is worth it. I went down into the caves where they process and store the precious stuff, they greeted me like an old friend seeing as I buy so much of it (only kidding, they should though :) I didnt bring any back because it was the same price as the UK.
France is glorious in the summer, isnt it? I love it and feel very much at home there whenever I visit. Holidays this year extend to golf in Spain so far. I really want to go to South Africa though if I can and I am going on the Orient Express too. Oh I am so excited about that! And then there’s Ascot and Glyndebourne and The Last Night of The Proms. Its going to be a good year (is that a tyred expression?, ducks for cover, yes I know groan, groan!)
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
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.
Yes it is 3 years to the day since I started escorting again. 1st September 2006. You will remember that I used to escort hundreds of years ago but retired for 6 years :) Wow, doesn’t time fly when you’re having fun? So how was it for you Mister? ;)
What a 3 years it has been. I have met you lovely fellas in London a few times now. I have been wined and dined in New York. I have shared the craic with you in Dublin and been treated like a princess in Edinburgh. We have had some fun in Bath and I almost got to Windsor :) Most of you I have met whilst you are passing through Devon though. Some of you have become very dear friends. The vast majority of you have been utter gentlemen and for that I thank you. You know who you are. x
Oh I had a couple of lovely emails over the past few days – really made me feel all warm and fuzzy inside – with granted permission, I’d like to share them with you – thank you chaps!
Thank you, Rhia, for a truly delightful time together. You went to a lot of trouble to ensure that all my senses were well and truly fed, watered, more than satisfied, sated! It was such a pleasure to be relaxed with you, to be completely unrushed and to able to chat so openly together. Talking together reminded me how fortunate I am, in so many different ways. Thank you for being you! Be yourself and don’t change as you bring so much joy to those lucky enough to share your company. – Mr A
and….
Hi Rhia
Just wanted to send you an email to say thanks again for a really lovely afternoon on Tuesday. It was really special to spend some time in the company of such a beautiful and interesting lady. As you may have gathered, I was extermely nervous and it was amazing how you were able to put me at my ease so quickly. As I think I mentioned at the time, your website provides some insight but actually meeting you fully met my expectations and then some!
It would be lovely to meet up again some time if that’s OK with you of course so will get in touch in the near future.
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.
A flight was being served by an obviously gay flight attendant, who seemed to put everyone in a good mood as he served the food and drinks. As the plane prepared to descend, he came swishing down the aisle and told everyone that ‘Captain Marvey has asked me to announce that he’ll be landing the big scary plane shortly, so lovely people, if you could just put your trays up, that would be super.’ On his trip back up the aisle, he noticed this well-dressed and rather Arabic looking woman hadn’t moved a muscle. ‘Perhaps you didn’t hear me over those big brute engines but I asked you to raise your trazy-poo, so the main man can pitty-pat us on the ground.’
She calmly turned her head and said, ‘In my country, I am called a Princess and I take orders from no-one.’
To which the flight attendant replied, without missing a beat, ‘Well, sweet-cheeks, in my country I am called a Queen, so I outrank you. Tray up, Bitch’
Do you like it? This heat wave? I love it! Perfect temperature for me is around 24c, but I can accept 30c :) I have a lovely fan here (an electric one , you sauce pot!) - not keen on air con and besides we only need that for one day a year. Brrrrrrr
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
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?
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.
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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Now then, the club I refer to is a wine club. ‘Not before time!’ I hear you shout. The ever-delightful Mr I, recommended the Sunday Times Wine Club. I have been a member of a wine club before and I cant remember why I discontinued my membership, perhaps not enough of the sparkly stuff. Anyway, I decided to join this one and I had my first box delivered today. It looks good, wine tasting notes included and provenance and regular tastings in London too, that suits me!
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.
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.
Yes it is 3 years to the day since I started escorting again. 1st September 2006. You will remember that I used to escort hundreds of years ago but retired for 6 years :) Wow, doesn’t time fly when you’re having fun? So how was it for you Mister? ;)
Oh I had a couple of lovely emails over the past few days – really made me feel all warm and fuzzy inside – with granted permission, I’d like to share them with you – thank you chaps!
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 Dean of Women at an exclusive girls’ school was lecturing her students on sexual morality.
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 
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
