(Untitled)- December 21, 2007 Chaps and chapesses, I apologise in advance.I'm going off the radar for a wee while - many interesting things are afoot at Belle Towers, not least of which some Very Big News with an April dateline. You may rest assured that I'm well, well looked after, enjoying the upheaval, and generally amazed at outrageous fortune. But no, I can't say what it is just yet. And no, don't be daft, I'm not getting married.And yes, I love you all. Back soon...http://belledejour-uk.blogspot.com/2007_12_01_archive.html#2218794853871092393 (Untitled)- December 21, 2007 Went out with H and other friends for a curry. A2 texted to say he was in town celebrating his birthday a bit early, would I be coming out for drinks Last time I checked A2 was a Cancer, but I'm terrible at remembering dates anyway, so who knows. I texted back that as it was ten already, and we'd yet to be served the main courses, I'd meet him later at a club.'So,' I hissed, sidling up to H when the opportunity presented itself. 'You've been very naughty, giving out my number without...http://belledejour-uk.blogspot.com/2007_12_01_archive.html#6526498602553427761 (Untitled)- December 20, 2007 The Whore on Christmas.Go read this. Matisse wrote it, and it's gooooood.What do people mean when they speak disparagingly of "a whore" Someone who sells her or his body I have news for you: Unless you're a ghost who still draws a paycheck, you use your body to make a living, too. Ever been nice to a customer you really didn't like, or acted enthusiastic about something you really didn't care about, just because you were getting paid Congratulations, you're a whore, too. You're just not getting.http://belledejour-uk.blogspot.com/2007_12_01_archive.html#4050725258649817503 (Untitled)- December 19, 2007 You may be under the impression that I'm one hard bitch, all lengthening mascara and diamond tips, impervious to the slings and arrows of outrageous lovers. But as of this morning, I'm all gooey over a boy five years my junior who also loves Wes Anderson films and agrees Stripes is the finest comedic moment of the last thirty years.Perhaps the real test will be how he feels about Cormac McCarthy, but I'm not sure it will matter, because I am officially smitten with the Monkey-Hanger.Sigh.http://belledejour-uk.blogspot.com/2007_12_01_archive.html#9141368147035058376 (Untitled)- December 18, 2007 Went to a Christmas house party, where the hosts had laid on a proper spread of roast turkey and the trimmings. Being the good Jewish girl I am, my contribution to the meal was a bottle of Bombay Sapphire, three litres of tonic, and a bag of lemons.By 5am things were winding down. The Canadian girls with the ukulele were setting up a tent in the kitchen, the hot French women who spent the evening playing MC Solaar had gone home, and I was sitting on a fit chap's bed reading love letters sent...http://belledejour-uk.blogspot.com/2007_12_01_archive.html#3302363886602977992 (Untitled)- December 17, 2007 So random snog boy is actually a very nice chap, and surprisingly posh for a monkey-hanger. Not certain how I feel about this: I had him pegged as a bit of nice-and-rough the first time we met (as much as you can get to know someone in a crowded club, with deafening music, snogging as if your life depended on surgically attaching your face to another's, in other words, not much) and am slightly tired of dealing with public school boys. While it does mean I can slip into a comfortable patter...http://belledejour-uk.blogspot.com/2007_12_01_archive.html#1151777063988323680 (Untitled)- December 14, 2007 Weekly inventory:1 gig with A3 - because that went so well the last time. Ended up sleeping in his spare room.1 trip next morning to London to be wined and dined by the television industry. Actually mostly answered questions about deflowering teenaged boys while eating packaged sandwiches in a basement room. (I mean, ate sandwiches in the basement while talking. Not while deflowering. Oh, you know what I mean.)5 minutes standing in Milroy's of Soho before realising the portly chap in the back...http://belledejour-uk.blogspot.com/2007_12_01_archive.html#8076462860796766573 (Untitled)- December 13, 2007 Apparently I'm 'conventional'. Also 'Victorian'.I wouldn't have watched the Channel 4 shite about sexblogs - only everyone and their dog phoned to ask if I was watching. And lo, I learned many things: that blogs, and indeed sex, never existed before 2004; that the internet was expressly created for the purpose of journalling; that while I am a 'sex blogger' I am not a 'woman blogger' (can only assume this is because whores are not women); also that it's amazing what can be achieved onscreen...http://belledejour-uk.blogspot.com/2007_12_01_archive.html#3261634101117923342 (Untitled)- December 11, 2007 Drawbacks of the Mainstream Workplace 2:When working as a call girl, I prided myself on a cerain ability - shall we call it talent - for being able to suss out what a client wanted even with minimal hints. From the way some fo the men reacted, you would have thought it was white magic. They were terribly impressed.They needn't have been. It was sex, they were men, it's not hard to make someone hard.Alas, it is only recently that I have started learning this impression of men as bears of very...http://belledejour-uk.blogspot.com/2007_12_01_archive.html#728732636487603726 (Untitled)- December 6, 2007 There was a missed call from SD4 (aka toe-flosser) so I phoned back.'Hello,' he said. 'Thanks for ringing. I was just trying to make the truffle recipe you gave me... I was wondering, where you wrote about adding grated orange peel, is that like orange zest'I thought he'd said he was a good cook Even I know how to grate andor zest and orange. 'Yes, more or less. The outside. Really small.''Thanks! So how are you''Um, really busy right now.''Oh. Okay. Bye.'...four hours later...'Hi, sorry, so...http://belledejour-uk.blogspot.com/2007_12_01_archive.html#2689311380146272271 |