Evie's London Escort Blog

Hi Everyone,

I’ve not put up a post so much lately. Shucks I’ve had a busy week. I’ve had a not-fun University project I am completing which has detracted from all. And have just been plain busy besides.

Here are some things I have learned this week:

Scottish men can make me do most anything, there must be some accent frequency persuasion thing. I’ll even buy frozen yoghurt! (I’m more of a gelato girl myself) But there is a Frozen Yoghurt place near my friends house staffed entirely by scotsman and I somehow have a 5£ tub of it by the time I get to the zebra crossing…

Also: kilts turn my internal dialog to ‘lad-ette’ mode. The big words go out the window and are replaced with variations of ‘phwoar’

I am certain the ideas kilts give me would, if implemented, give me a community service sentence for public indecency (And I would be ASBO’d away from my mobile phone and all escalators for 5 years). It’s a fashion trend I hope never catches on, because though I am gym going these days, the thought of taking the stairs on the tube each time does not agree with me.

It does give me some appreciation for how hard it is must be to be a gentleman sometimes

A taxi driver gave me a grim vision of the future: He believes all drivers will be replaced with the Johnny Cabs from Total Recall.

I disagree- who would get in a car with THAT guy?

If you get caught in a sudden rain storm: laughing and walking at your normal pace might make you look ridiculous to others, but it also makes you feel really happy. You’re going to be wet anyway.

Dior truly does have the best customer service. I say Dior has the best service because it is the source of my newest most gorgeous stilettos, black Italian handmade with a 4.5 inch heel-

My legs go on into tomorrow when I wear them.

Any other shoe company I looked at that day in Selfridges (And I looked at 3 in great detail before getting to Dior) could have taken my money off me if they’d tried. And the saleswoman was a Scottish lass so I guess the accent thing swings both ways I’m writing a blog post at the moment about the importance of customer service, it’s rather important to me!

I’ll be guest-writing for a new blog focusing on sex workers and sexuality in the UK and EU.That will be an entire blog post in itself so more to come

My personal trainer Rainier Wolfcastle - Pictured here on his lunch break.

My personal trainer is already having positive effects on my shape- I am developing muscle tone out of sheer terror. I think my legs and arms are looking better. I have discovered the existence of triceps.

I must have a truly genuine masochistic streak though, because even as I know the agony I will feel an hour later, I love getting to my sessions early to warm up:)

I do try not to moan during my session, but I did let several groans out and also a ‘Why do you hate me!’  The one thing I hate is sometimes I’ll do a rep when he isn’t looking and then he doesn’t believe me.

I discovered Spotify! Again this was the work of the cleverclogs Passionate Penny http://www.passionatepenny.co.uk posting about it on Punterlink

Spotify lets you register and play music from a whole lot of artists free, streaming on your computer. It does have incredibly long and hard to listen to anti-marijuana commercials occasionally which you don’t have to listen to, but it HAS enabled me to realise just how much I missed Roxy Music.

Subsequently, the musical shift of my week moved me to center on David Bowie’s Young Americans, Roxy Music, and The Temptations, with a good helping of The Rolling Stones Sticky Fingers (another 1971 classic).

I’ve signed up for some kind of insane fast in September with my friend where they feed you bark or what not for 5 days and beat you with a length of hose. God knows why I thought this was wise, but it does mean I’ll be able to drink twice as much champagne the day after it ends, because that is how things work.

Off to Carnival, Speak soon lovelies xx