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    well, the weather outside is (still) frightful…

    And a fine weekend was had by all, well me at least, having braved the not-actually-all-that-bad conditions in woollies and wellies to meet a good friend who was visiting York (which was unutterably damp, sludgy and freezing, and made the sharp, crisp chill and fresh, powdery snow upon my return to Scarborough feel like the tropics). Following my rare evening…

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    waterloo sunset’s fine…

    Once again, a delightful few days in London comes to an end and despite missing a couple of my regular callers who were sadly committed elsewhere, and unbelievably being no-showed for the first time in ten months (the only real irritation here being that I could have gone out earlier rather then sit around the hotel waiting for some idiot…

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    no such thing as natural beauty…

    Home safely once again, and whilst my trip away did indeed sadly lack any blistering girl on girl hot tub action out in the Leicestershire countryside, not to mention a complete dearth of improbably endowed pool attendants/masseuses/personal trainers to make up a load of salacious touting crap about on the Adultwork blog, I am feeling fabulously relaxed, thoroughly polished and…