I haven’t blogged here as much recently. Part of the reason was that I took it easy over the summer but the main reason is that I have begun writing for the Vivastreet Blog, two posts a month, and that has sapped a fair amount of my patience for sitting at a laptop and writing
It’s occurred to me that for every gentleman who finds my Manchester City Centre incall flat convenient, there are probably two who would rather have their toenails pulled out than deal with the traffic in the city. So, I’ve been considering moving to another location, somewhere out by the M62 or M60, and I had
Quite a few escorts will not take bookings via text or even reply to texts at all. Adultwork even puts the words “calls from withheld numbers and SMS messages will be ignored” into every profile. Well, that’s a bit presumptuous of Adultwork: while I do ignore withheld numbers, the truth is I am perfectly happy
In the past, I have blogged about my experiences with some of the escort directories in the UK. For a long time I have been saying that I need to get out of the Adultwork rut: it’s too easy to become over-reliant on AW. AW is by far the busiest escort directory in the UK and it
I caught a cold when I was in London and figured I would take a couple of days off. Then the bad weather hit and I saw no point in fighting traffic to make it into the city centre. So I have had a nice, long rest at home. I rarely take holidays. I may
I’ve never been one to make New Year’s resolutions, but there’s something about the fresh start of a new year – be it the calendar date or the solstice/holidays – that puts me in a mind of evaluating what I’m doing and thinking of things I can change for the better. My first year was
I’ve been thinking about cleanliness, lately. And not so much about my client’s hygiene – although I obviously prefer when men are freshly showered, I have a shower they can use if it’s been a hectic day. I’m talking about myself, and my incall flat. I know that clients sometimes wonder how clean escorts keep
I suppose I need to stop buying sandwiches and poncy salads from Tesco express as they are probably the culprit behind my waking up with an upset tummy this morning. I get to spend the day at home watching movies in front of the fire. I’m going to catch up on all the new-to-me releases
I went ahead and bought the ticket to Hellfest. So that’s me going to France in June. Woo! The ticket to the festival was priced in Euros so I don’t really know how much I paid. I know how much I paid for my flight to Nantes, though: too damned much. I just love when
Being an independent escort in Manchester isn’t all glamour and excitement, you know. Sometimes I just sit around in my underwear waiting for the phone to ring. And while I can fritter away many an hour just fussing with my hair and commenting on the Metal Sucks blog, I do sometimes manage to read the