So, a far less tardy contribution after arriving back from That London late Saturday night after a fun but frantic few days, bar an unprecedented break on one due to what some would probably call a Temporary Maintenance Issue (I can’t be the only person who would love to know when, and more pertinently why people started saying issue when they mean problem, but I digress), the ‘issue’ here being that the maintenance in question was being industriously carried out by men in overalls right outside my hotel room door and for most of the day. Gah.
Since I was needing a rest anyway, a pleasant and languorous afternoon on the settee with the dual entertainments of Beverly Hills Cop and a Sainsbury’s rotisserie chicken with potato salad and Coke Zero was the order of the day until normal service could resume in the evening (and eventually carry on rather later than anticipated, but only in the most enjoyable of ways). A fine time was certainly enjoyed by me although the same cannot be said for the chicken – apologies to those who were calling when the phone was off and I know folk missed out, but I’ll be back before long! On December 15th to be precise, and possibly even to Victoria, as well as my more usual stomping ground on the South Bank – details, as they say, TBC…
As those who know me will be well aware, the Christmas excitement is already beginning to overflow a bit and after checking out on Saturday I decided on an early festive trip to Covent Garden and the London Transport Museum prior to a catch-up lunch with (The Former) Kinky La Rue at Borough Market, not to mention the obligatory pork pie and brownie shopping at same. Sadly by the time I had wriggled my way through the crowds and past the huge and fabulous topiary Rudolph at the piazza, the LTM queue was prohibitively long and I had to content myself with a quick trip to the shop, where I picked up some proper glass Christmas tree ornaments (the Little London Bus, Taxi and Tube Train can be found on the website too) before forcing myself to leave, the clarion call of the moquette home accessories section being dangerously hard to ignore. Next time I’ll actually make it inside (and a full report with pictures will follow – tickets are £15 and include unlimited visits for a whole year, which is far, far less than a years’ worth of trips to Borough Market).
The Christmas page is also now up as promised, and I have had my very first mince pie of the year at Pret (it wasn’t bad at all, although some brandy butter wouldn’t have hurt) and I look forward to a Cooplands one in the week – may they be the first of many. The Melton Mowbray pie I bought from Mrs King at BM didn’t last long either, although longer than the dark chocolate fudge with honeycomb and almond nougat that crept up on me when I wasn’t looking, in that it at least survived long enough to make it back to the house. I’m trying not to think about the fact that I could just pick up more fudge this weekend – I will be back in town briefly, but in a Non Prossie Capacity (read: shopping, eating before heading for the Prince Charles Cinema and this year’s Quentin Tarantino Allnighter – woohoo!)
After all the fun, there was a definite chill in the air when departing the train at Scarborough (York station doesn’t count, given that the temperature within would seemingly never rise above two degrees even if someone set it alight) and since it’s clearly not going anywhere, the plan for the next couple of days is definitely not one which involves spending time outside if it can be avoided and gentle indoor activities, hopefully involving blankets, will be the order of the day. The only Scarborough appointments remaining are a single one on Wednesday lunchtime, following which I will be back over in York for Thursday and Friday shenanigans – yay!
More next week! Dublin and Belfast beckon soon too, but a spot of unashamed domestic goddess-dom comes first (and probably some more mince pies).
Well I started one ten days or so ago and then got waylaid by this and that and before we knew it it was time to pack up and find the passport and spare euros (plus dig out a coat to take for the first time in a good few months) before heading off to Ireland for the first time since June’s marathon trip and now it’s nearly time to head for home again. Phew.
Naturally, writing blogs was about the furthest thing on my mind when wrangling the good punters of the Rebel County down in Cork, then before I knew it Limerick (complete with the Loudest Roadworks In Ireland) beckoned, before Portlaoise last night (Port-Leash, for those who missed the vowel-lesson last time) a spectacularly charmless but extremely well located pitstop midway up the N7 and now a regular stopping off point if only for the biscuits. I am currently having a brief but very necessary Cup A Soup break at my final stop before home, and arrived at Dublin Airport at lunchtime by way of a brief wander round the city centre (and on exceptionally cheerful form too after being mistaken for a student by the bus driver and only charged eight euros, although worrying about the state of the man’s eyesight marred the journey somewhat and my seat belt stayed very firmly fastened).Despite the best efforts from the usual numpties (today’s award going to the genius claiming he was standing in ‘the hotel’, knew which room I was in and would report me immediately to reception unless I agreed to see him for 50€, a threat which may have held a touch more water had I not still been twenty minutes away and had no idea of what room I was in myself), and not to mention the delightful Limerick gentleman who decided to help himself to my favourite (and irreplaceable) pair of knickers before he left (to all those who liked the pretty black lace set I have with the little peach flowers, so did I – shame we won’t be seeing it again) I have, as ever, had a grand time and am looking forward to returning.
It’ll be soon too, and I will be right back here barely four weeks from now in the decidedly posh Dublin 4 before heading up to Belfast for a bit of a pre-Christmas jolly – the first visit since May and I can’t believe I left it so long. And speaking of Christmas, the usual dedicated December page is getting it’s annual dusting off ready to take it’s place; dates, details and destinations are all organised and it will be up shortly – yay! Not being one to rest on my laurels, London is filling up fast for the coming week (and anybody wishing to book on Thursday especially needs to think about getting their skates on), but again, I’ll be back for the usual festive week from December 15th – 21st so no panic. And due to Other Stuff another trip to York is on the cards too, although only a quick one.
In the meantime, the new John Lewis Christmas ad is here! Since I bawled like a baby every single time I saw That One Last Year With The Snowman, I have this year decided to build resistance by desensitising myself, although it’s not working quite yet.
Awwwwwwww. One final booking and then room service pizza and ice cream beckons before doing the Ryanair dash in the morning, although since I have carefully engineered my route home to include a visit to a KFC I can live with it. Scarborough incalls this week will be limited to a couple each on Monday and Tuesday only
because I’m knackered and have lots of packing and laundry to do due to prior commitments (like spoiling the fishes, homemade Chelsea buns and my new special edition DVD of Trading Places).
More soon, promise. It’s been too long…
So, a week or so on I can report that (and thanks in no small part to it’s many enthusiastic punters) York was a resounding success – yay! This is despite what more diplomatic folk would probably call ‘hotel issues’ (read: toothgrindingly slow and overpriced wifi, worse mobile signal and mattresses harder than a granite worktop – and my worktops don’t have a prominent, lumpy join down the centre enabling a height differential of 0.36″ to be maintained, or I wouldn’t have paid for them). And not a complimentary in-room transparent-wrapped biscuit in sight. Not impressed.
I will certainly be back (the novelty of being able to pack, check out of my digs and be back in my own living room drinking tea barely an hour later has still not worn off), but in the meantime the last vestiges of late summer have definitely left the building and after having to draw the curtains not long after 5pm today, the thought of leaving the apartment at all is less than inviting and another week of cosy hibernation avec more home baking, Netflix and my beloved fishes (easily pleased and quite happy with some fuss and a bit of banana) beckons.
I have scattered incall appointments this week in Scarborough until Thursday followed by the Frightfest all-nighter next weekend, recovery from which will render me unavailable until Tuesday 29th when along with Wednesday 30th a handful of incall appointments will again be available – mail me for details! Then that’s all until I finally get back to Cork on Sunday 3rd, a long overdue trip I have now been looking forward to for weeks and even more so now after half an hour or so spent wrestling with Escort Ireland’s shiny new (and nothing short of bizarre) ‘verification’ scheme, apparently designed to make giving them our money as difficult and complicated as possible whilst still leaving the ground wide open for anybody with cognitive power beyond that of the average bivalve to make it up as they go along. As did I, naturally.
London follows on the 13th, and a briefer visit (just this once) since I will be doing my usual week long Christmas trip in mid-December – woohoo! But no need to worry about any of that just yet. New photos are on their way shortly, after I mistakenly deleted the ones I took in Ireland (I know) and before that it’s full steam ahead, at least as far as the fridge.