everybody knows Kent – apples, cherries, hops and women”
~ Charles Dickens

 

 

Woman! x

 

Oh yes you know that this is what Ms. Darling will always provide you with but I’m not talking about that now.

The Girlfriend Experience is a new play that has begun in The Royal Court, Sloane Square.
I went and saw it last night and can highly recommend it, it was fantastic.
Set in a Brothel in “Bournemouth” the daily working lives of the working girls are played out before your eyes, you feel like you are there with them, you feel like a voyeur as you watch them discuss their personal lives, assemble flat pack furniture, and then maybe answer the door to a “punter” with slightly unusual tastes, as one of the reviews said “seeing a guy with wet hair will never be the same again”.
What makes this play exceptional is that the ladies are real, they were recorded for nearly two years as they “worked” and their actual conversations are relayed into headphones where the actors copy their very words, nothing is made up.
The show has already been given some rave reviews and is already 80% booked up until its finishing date in mid October, so if you are wanting to see it it’s best to get a move on.
Here is The Telegraph’s review, you can find many more if you type “The Girlfriend Experience into Google.
http://www.telegraph.co.uk/arts/main.jhtml?xml=/arts/2008/09/25/btgirlf125.xml

An escort was meeting her new accountant for the first time and told him she didn’t want want to have her occupation listed as “Escort.”
The accountant was in agreeance with her and told her to give him a ring a little later to let him know what she would like to be listed as.
A couple of hours later she rang her accountant and said “I’ve got it, I’m going to be a Chicken farmer.”
“Chicken Farmer?” said her accountant “How on earth have you arrived at that, it has nothing to do with escorting?”
“Yes it has” said the escort “I managed to raise a good few cocks last year!”

Being an old fashioned kinda gal, I’m off to the Goodwood revival weekend which gives me the ultimate chance to indulge myself wearing the glamorous sort of clothes and lingerie I love.
How nice it will be to go back in time for three days to watch the racing and hear the music and see the styles and eat the foods of yester-year, where Gentlemen dressed like gentlemen and wore hats, oooh how I love the chivalrous action of a gent tipping his hat to me or kissing me on the hand.
I have quite a bit of the clothing already ie my fully fashioned seamed stockings and have been enjoying winning 1950′s vintage handbags, gloves and yet more stockings from Ebay. The pair that arrived today are original circa 1956 still in their slightly torn packaging.
My luggage will be full to bursting point with shoes and outfits, I know it’s only for three days but I always pack double what I need, just in case I change my mind!
I love the Audrey Hepburn look, I look better in the more straight sort of skirt or dress, thats another thing that arrived this week, yet another pencil skirt, just waiting for two more pairs of shoes, gloves and to see whether I have won a couple more handbags.
My big hair doesn’t seem to take hats too well so I will get myself a “fascinator” (what a bizarre name!) which will sit better on my head.
The only thing I haven’t got is the vintage car, although I did until recently have a 1950s Landrover but that would have been a bit too rough and ready, nice to arrive in style without snagging ones nylons!
Oooh I can’t wait, just trawling through a selection of vintage sunglasses, do I go Jackie O or the more pointy 50s ones, don’t want to look like Dame Edna though!
So if you’re going along for the weekend and spot a dark haired buxom lady strolling along in her wiggle dress, stockings and heels and of course the red lips, tip your hat and give me a wink.

http://www.goodwood.co.uk/site/content/revival/default.aspx

I’m not sure what my Gent was trying to imply with this gift but I must say it’s the first time I have had more than one British knob in my mouth at any one time!
Thank you dear M, your knob(s) is/are going down a treat!
x

is the saucy name of a cocktail in honour of my bad/goodself!

The recipe was tried and tested by a gent who then brought the ingredients with him when he came to visit.
So if you would like to have a taste of Josephines lady garden have a go at the following ….
Take a tall glass, add ice and a slice of lime and a good measure of alcoholic Elderflower cordial, splash in a drop of lime juice.
Carefully add a wild Hibiscus flower (you can buy these in a jar in syrup) top up with a good Champagne.
The drink looks splendid, the Hibiscus flower sits at the bottom of the glass and colours the immediate surrounding liquid a deep red while the top half is the Champagne colour.
It tastes delicious and knocks you for six …. a bit like me hehe!
x

Thank you Nick the Stripper!

“Josephine is the perfect example of voluptuous, with incredible sensitive breasts and luscious long dark locks. This is complimented by elegant make up and the most tantalizing of lingerie. She is a genuine feast for the eyes, the ears, the hands, the tongue, etc….”
To read more just click ..
Punterlink International Review

(Written with permission of the Stripper, who admitted to being a bit of an exhibitionist!)

Well I must confess to being slightly unsure when the Gent rang me and asked if he could perform a strip tease, I thought he was joking, even more so when he asked me if I could arrange for another lady to be in the audience, how wrong I was!
So the said appointment went ahead, and the lovely Passionate Penny agreed to join me to watch the Gent do his striptease.
He was well organised and dressed as a Naval officer right down to his white gloves. I didn’t know what to expect until a cd he had brought with him struck up “The Stripper” by the David Rose orchestra and the stripping began! Shirley Bassey ~ Big spender, Fever ~ Peggy Lee, along with many other traditional “stripping tunes” rang through the air while “Nick” wriggled, gyrated, danced and strutted his stuff.
The grand finale was performed to the strains of “You can leave your hat on” and by then his Officers white hat was all he had left to cover his modesty, until finally, with a flick of the wrist he flung it across the boudoir!
Although I am not bisexual and didn’t interact with my lady partner it was certainly fun as well as being the first time I have been in the boudoir with more than one other person (gosh I’m such an innocent little soul aren’t I?!)
I think my Gent certainly enjoyed having two ladies to “cuddle up” to when his performance had come to an end.