Travelling Trollop
I had to cancel my little jolly jaunt or ‘escort tour’ to Birmingham because of my shoulder probs, so I think it’s about time that I rectified that?
How about mid March? Would that suit you, Sirs? Please let me know. I said I would make it up to you, didn’t I?
And any other fine gents who would like to meet me in Birmingham, please let me know too! Mid March, dates to be confirmed.
In June, I am going to ‘The Burlesque Hall of Fame’ extravaganza in Las Vegas.
When travelling, I go for art galleries, museums, history, culture etc, and I don’t think that’s what Las Vegas is about?
But, it will be great for an escort photo shoot won’t it? So I should get the sewing machine out, for sure! And because of the show, there will be good photographers available…oooh, the cog wheels are whirring now.
No, I will not be attempting any Burlesque performances of my own! Well… not in public. Haha.
January 27th, 2010 at 2:53 pm
March sounds good…with the coming of Spring and so forth! Glad to hear you’re feeling better. Vegas sounds awesome. Absolutely no history or culture (beyond being the Chicken In a Basket capital of the world, of course) but Elvis and Frank’s ghosts still haunt the casinos, I hear!
January 27th, 2010 at 9:03 pm
Dolly,
Judging by the number of warm FRs that you have had since the New Year, your shoulder has made you even more exciting! I must come and see you again as soon as I can!
R
January 27th, 2010 at 10:28 pm
I’d better come see you in early March in that case …
January 30th, 2010 at 6:49 am
I need to relay this comment from afar, it ended up in another part of blog! Thank you S, xxx
My Dearest,
it is a pleasure and delight to read your blog and to watch (or rather stare at) your pictures. You are inspiring and an endless source of of high spirits.
I try my very best to make a new rendez-vous happen. In the meantime – please stay as you are and take care of yourself.
Winter: A Dirge
The wintry west extends his blast,
And hail and rain does blaw;
Or the stormy north sends driving forth
The blinding sleet and snaw:
While, tumbling brown, the burn comes down,
And roars frae bank to brae;
And bird and beast in covert rest,
And pass the heartless day.
“The sweeping blast, the sky o’ercast,”
The joyless winter day
Let others fear, to me more dear
Than all the pride of May:
The tempest’s howl, it soothes my soul,
My griefs it seems to join;
The leafless trees my fancy please,
Their fate resembles mine!
Thou Power Supreme, whose mighty scheme
These woes of mine fulfil,
Here firm I rest; they must be best,
Because they are Thy will!
Then all I want—O do Thou grant
This one request of mine!—
Since to enjoy Thou dost deny,
Assist me to resign.
Robert Burns