delve a little deeper....
This will probably get me in trouble with the Olympic people who are trying so hard to preserve their brand. Of course I am deluded that anyone of import reads this blog!
Here goes- Went to see the Olympic Torch thing going through Hounslow today. It was hot, very hot, my toes got burned. It was crowded and some kid in a pushchair kept kicking me. To try and get me in the spirit I procured a balloon by pretending I had a child (they were only giving them out to kids). Waited for damn torch in the blistering heat, being kicked by child and imagining what my mythical child would be like. The mythical child that was at home with tonsillitis (I felt had to explain lack of child with me when procuring balloon). Mythical child has clearly inherited the bad tonsil gene which I then thought was a bit unfair. I suffered with mine for years and had to wait until the grand old age of 36 to have them taken out, after each infection getting gradually worse until they started to nearly kill me and a kind doctor had to fight with local hospital trust for them to agree to have have them removed. Anyway, I digress...
Finally something occurred, there was a man on a unicycle, two men playing some sort of Indian drums. there were lots of policemen, police cars and police motorbikes, people giving out blow up sticks, they might have been vaguely torch shaped, but I didn't get one because I am not a child. Mythical child would have got one I am sure, with her winsome smile, pretty blue eyes and long blonde hair.
Then a giant lorry with Coca-Cola appeared with dancing girls, then a Sumsung one with more dancing girls who has glittery cheerleader pom poms. Then another lorry with Lloyds TSB splashed all over it and more lithe youths jigging about. It all felt a bit corporate to be honest. The Lloyds girls were dishing out sticks with green ribbons attached. I didn't get one of them either.
Finally the torch appeared. I couldn't really see it because there were loads of people and I had been edged out of my spot by the pushchair and I was almost dying of heat exhaustion. It was quite nice in a way, the lad carrying it looked so happy and thrilled and people were ridiculously over excited and enthused. Probably because they were non mythical children with a selection of balloons, whistles, blow up things and ribbons.
Anyway, the best bit was the mascot. He is a photo:
You know how everyone went on about the Olympic 2012 logo looking like Lisa Simpson giving a blow job (its all I can see when I see it now) well don't you think this cute and cuddly mascot looks like a penis?
Mythical child is now disturbed.
Well tomorrow the Olympic torch comes through Hounslow and the news reports are all full of traffic chaos and what with the G4S debacle it all feels a bit negative. This blog also makes slightly depressing reading...
At least the sun is out though so I may go and look at what is going on in town tomorrow to get some fresh air and try and build up some enthusiasm for these games. Despite chuntering myself about my increased council tax the year after we won the bid to host the games that I wouldn't benefit in anyway from (will anyone?) and the general costs when we are in a huge recession I am aware it's probably the last time in my lifetime The Olympics will come to London. I do also want London to look good to the rest of the world and not the diabolic shambles of shit the media are portraying it as. One tiny bit of positiveness that is happening is this 38 degrees campaign.
I have just looked up a well known central London hotel and discovered not only is it not sold out for Monday 31st (random date I picked during the games) but the room is selling at a 50% summer discount! So even the hotels who one might assume were going to to do well out of this aren't even sold out....
Luckily for me I am escaping briefly to Birmingham in the middle of it all but other than that I plan on staying away from central London. Unless of course I get a nice outcall booking from a visitor who wants a bit of action!
Talking of which, there has been much debate about how The Olympics will affect us working girls in London. I have no idea. Some think it will be busy and others not. Yes there will be more people in London (particularly East and Central), but less workers (something like 50% of civil servants have been asked to work from home and I have several friends who work in town who have been told they can work at home too) as well as many many people saying 'I'm staying out of London!' Will the huge increase in Olympic tourists and the many officials and others here in a professional capacity be looking for escorts? Not sure... will they traipse out to Hounslow? Possibly not!
I am hoping I am far enough West to avoid to transport chaos so maybe I won't be affected by the 'I'm going nowhere near London' brigade, indeed it may be an advantage and I may get busier. Then again there may be a reduction in the number of business men coming into London so less outcalls at Heathrow Hotels. I really don't know. I shall just have to wait and see.
Decided against the nipple peeking shot! As much as I liked it I thought it was a little indiscreet if someone was viewing my page surreptitiously (thanks Dan) and also after a couple of Geri Halliwell comparisons I decided was not the image I was aiming for!
The above image I am hoping is more subtle and and gives a peek at my assets without being too 'tits out for the lads!'
Finally the weather seems to be warming up! This is very good news!
You may have noticed I have changed the image that sits on top of all my pages. I intended to do it as an Olympic Go team GB special but I'm not sure. It goes against my monochrome theme, but I kinda like a bit of colour now I've seen it, but am not entirely sure it is the right image. The photos of my in my patriotic dress don't seem to fit well and I'm not sure of the nipple on show is a bit tacky or not...
Something I hear and read fairly often are the words 'I haven't done this sort of thing before' when chaps contact me to arrange a booking. It always makes me think of the scene from Father Ted when Ted and Dougal are protesting against a blasphemous film. Here's a clip is you don't know what I am talking about...
It always amuses me. If I had time I'll tell you about the time I met Father Jack (actor Frank Kelly) in a bar in the west end, but we'll save that for another day!
Anyway, I had an email this morning from a chap who was saying he 'hadn't done this thing before' and once I had chuckled over the image in my head of Father Jack I thought it might be useful to post something about the actual process of booking and visiting me so chaps new to this lark know what to expect.
I'm going to write it later (said newbie has booked me so I need to shower and make self lovely) and then I can link the blog entry to my other pages and make it a nice clear 'How to' guide without the Irish Priest waffle.
The eagle eyed among you may notice I now have a copyright symbol at the very bottom if the page. I never really thought about it before but this afternoon I have been doing some research, more on why in a minute. Copyright applies to work that is recorded in some way; rights exist in items such as literary, artistic, musical and dramatic work as well as films and sound recordings. Websites are included in this.
Basically copyright gives the creators of certain kinds of material rights to control ways
their material can be used. These rights start as soon as the material is recorded in writing or in any other way. So, when I write a blog, write a paragraph for my site or post a photograph it is automatically 'mine' and cannot be reproduced without my express permission. It is recommended that to protect your work further, deter people from copying and support any claim you may have to make should someone copy your work you can display a notice that shows you have an awareness of copyright and take infringements seriously. Hence the little Copyright ©2011-2012 Minxylydia at the bottom of each page. I am also allowed to use the pseudonym MinxyLydia because there is plenty of recorded evidence to support that is is me and of course protects my anonymity.
Anyway, I shall not bore your further on this or explain intellectual property (I have links to a couple of websites at the bottom of this page if you're really interested) but tell you a little story. This afternoon I was going through my site referrer lists to see where my web hits had come from and one was an escort website so I went to look at it thinking she might have blogged about me or mentioned me. But on no! What I found were several paragraphs directly copied from this very website. basically the entire second paragraph of THIS page and ALL of THIS page up to the My likes bit. Pretty much word for word- she has fake tits so the bit about mine being natural was removed. Hell there is even weird spacing where it had been deleted from a cut and paste job.
I was not impressed. At all.
It takes ages to write stuff like that. It's me, it's what I genuinely believe about myself and what I do. It offends me someone is too lazy to write their own stuff. She isn't even anything like me. Older, skinnier (not in a good way), fake tits, in another part of the country and with a totally different style, I discovered this when I found her adultwork page. Anyway, I decided to write her a nice email. Here it is:
It has come to my attention that there are large chunks of text I have written on your website www.insertsite.com I have emailed you here via adultwork because there is not an email address on your site.
I appreciate that it is sometimes tricky to write website information, but I had to spend a lot of time doing it myself so it upsets me that someone has blatantly plagarised my words. Of course I am mildly flattered you think my words are good enough to copy. You are geographically and physically very different from me so I do not see you as any sort of competition. However, copying my words is unfair and lazy and I would like you do remove what you have stolen.
I would like to point you in the direction of this website- http://www.copyrightservice.co.uk/copyright/intellectual_property which highlights the law regarding copyright.
My website is my intellectual property and you have breached copyright laws. Copyright protection is automatic under international law despite the fact I do not mention copyright on my website. I shall be changing this shortly to make it clear that I will not tolerate theft of my work. You even have the audacity to state on your homepage- "No information on this website may be reproduced or disseminated in any way without written permission from the owners of this website".
I have also found your IP address and who hosts your website. Reading their terms of service it is clear that your infringement of my copyright can result in them removing your content without refund.
I am giving you five days to remove my text from your website or else I shall be forced to contact your website host.
The sad thing is if you had contacted me asking for advice I would have happily helped you out. I do think in this game we have to look out for and look after each other. I work bloody hard on my website and other web content and it offends me when someone copies it.
I think that made the point I wanted to make. I have removed her name and website because despite the fact I was pissed off I really only wanted her to remove it and not scare her or mess about with her reputation or business.
Anyway, she replied saying someone else does her website, she was apologetic, that she had no idea he had stolen my words. She promised to get it removed. We actually ended up swapping a couple of emails because she was nice about it and I was astounded at how much she gets charged to have her website built and managed. I mean she was paying well over a grand a year more than I spend doing it myself so I sort of felt I had to direct her towards a couple of websites and to www.saafe.info which has invaluable information on such things for escorts.
OK, there is a cynical part of me that thinks maybe nothing will happen and her being nice to me was a ruse to make me go away and forget about it. We shall see.
I am am now going to google sections of my website and see where the hell else it appears!
Just had me a nice long bath. Baths are my way to relax (and get clean obviously) and I usually have one as opposed to a shower- showers are for when I am in a rush, which is rare. I schedule baths into my routine so I can have a long soak. Here's a quick snap I took which I think shows off my curves!
No I am all clean and smooth I just need to dry hair (which I hate doing) and moisturise all over. If anyone wants to come and do my back for me give me a shout!
What every girl really needs in life is cock and chocolate so who could resist buying a Clone a Willy making kit? Not me for sure- I got mine from here.
Luckily I had a willing volunteer, well I say willing volunteer; I mean a man who is tolerant of my whims and mad ideas....
So, basically to make the mold you have to cut a plastic tube to the length of the penis. Cue step one of unerotic process. The tube needed to be cut in half- not the most flattering thing for a chap to see, but I reassured him the tube had to start out large to hold all the parts of the kit and was not an expectation of willy size.
You then have to have water at exactly 98 degrees, the kit comes with a handy thermometer. Once you have the right temperature you put the water into a mixing bowl and add the powder that comes with the kit to make a gloopy porridge like consistency. The instructions are very clear that once you have mixed it you only have two minutes to pour it in the tube and insert the willy. The idea is that it creates a mold that you then pour in melted chocolate.
So I summon the man who is sitting patiently in the lounge with his hard willy. Only it isn't anymore. Clearly me wielding a wooden spoon and giggling about the part of the instructions that tell you what to do if you have a bendy cock is not erotic. Or maybe it was the prospect of putting his cock into a plastic tube full of warm gunky stuff that wasn't inviting....
Possibly me looking at it saying 'Why isn't it hard?' didn't help or me staring at Mr Floppy saying 'What's wrong with it?!' wasn't sexy. Or maybe it was me snapping 'Come on, get it hard!' wasn't the foreplay a man enjoys. I tried to mix the batter in an erotic manner, but that didn't seem to work as he stood tossing his cock naked in my kitchen. Oh and then we bickered over using a whisk over a wooden spoon. I think he thought we were making pancakes.
Knowing time was ticking on I thought I had better take the matter in hand and got to my knees to give him a little mouth to cock assistance. Happily that seemed to work and I got up to pour the mixture into the tube. But alas! It has already stated to set and my mixture was not a runny consistency anymore, more like a grey jelly. I bashed it about with a spoon (the mixture, not the cock). This is what I ended up with.
I decided to pop it in the microwave to see if that would melt it back to a pouring consistency again. 'Don't put it in for too long!' he said nervously clutching his penis! After removing from microwave all I had was warm lumpy mess so, sadly I am still chocolate willy-less. I do however have the chocolate left so I may just eat that to console myself with.
Of course after awesome blow job and a now raging hard on we had to go and have some rather spectacular sex to make up for the disappointment....
Whilst sorting through some old photos I found these I took a while ago. Not porny but sort of sex based so I thought I would share!
Well this week is over thank goodness, it was a shitty one for various reasons, but it takes a lot to get me down so am embracing the new week with much enthusiasm and vigor!
I do wish the weather would improve though! I do find sunshine brings out all the horny men! however who needs sunshine when you can spend an hour or two with lovely sunny moi?!
Having no interest in tennis I am afraid I did not think to pose in my tennis whites in support of Andy Murray so clearly that is why he did not win! Nothing to do with being in the final with the best player in the world of course! Ah well, he did better than many before him.
I need to remind you I am on tour in Birmingham on 2nd and 3rd of August so all you Midlands boys don't forget to get booking! I have a lovely hotel in the city centre close to New Street (a 10 minute walk) and Snow Hill stations and of course there is plenty of parking in the city centre so you really have no excuses! :)
I am dithering with doing a couple of days in central London too, I know I am a bit far of of town if someone has limited time, but London hotels are so very expensive I can't decided if it worth my while. Do get in touch if you think you might come and see me in I were more central. Might wait til after the Olympics now though. I'm also dithering with Cambridge. It's a lovely city so will be nice to have a wander during down time and it is a place that has fond memories for me. Whether anyone in Cambridge wants to see me is another matter though!
Right, it's late, so am off to bed. Oh I forgot to tell you, Friday was my 3rd year anniversary of being an escort! I can't believe how quickly time has gone! If you'd like to bring me an anniversary present (since noone else has *pointed glare*!) I would be thrilled! ;) A Bounty bar will do, I'm not mercenary you know!