Tuesday, 26 May 2009

My Second in Hope...

Just a quick one before I have to vacate this hotel room. I’ve got less than an hour.

This morning I find myself wondering what England would be like if it ever got really hot for more than a couple of days at a time. I wonder if it would change our national personality at all. I wonder if we’d be a little more laid back, a little less miserable. You know, on the whole. Also, I wonder whether we’d be better off if we had a more relaxed attitude towards prostitution. I suspect we would.

Last night I had a little wander and ended up in a section of town where prostitutes hang around in small perfumed gangs. I’m afraid I rather fell in love with at least two of them. But I didn’t rent one. As well as the personal fear factor, there’s also the moral thing. I mean, I’ve seen Lilya 4-Ever, and the last thing I want is to be part of the sex slave trade. That’s the last thing I want. But couldn’t I pay one or two a bunch of money to just kiss me for an hour or two? Would that be so bad? And maybe a little nuzzling.

God, I’m frustrated.

Anyhow, once I check out of this hotel, I’m going to find some green space if I can and see what the sun can do to me. I’m sick of foreigners telling me how white I am. Racists.

Then tonight I’m being set up. My friend here has a friend whom he thinks might be right up my alley. That’s not a particularly exclusive place to be though, it has to be said. The hope is therefore, that by the end of the evening I might be right up her alley. Otherwise I really might have to pay for a nuzzle.

Wish me luck.

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SugarCain said...

Good luck. Good luck.

Anonymous said...

there's nothing wrong with paying for cuddles. wealthy men do it all the time - they just call them "wives" and not "hookers"...

Pearl said...

Word of advice: if you want this lucky lady to be able to touch you, don't get so sunburned that you squeal every time she puts her delectable hands on your raw, red skin.

I'm sulking about the fact that I got sunburned at the weekend. Me with my olive skin and foreignness. Hurumph.

PurestGreen said...

Deep breath. Do a little twirl, just for fun. Big smile. Good luck.

The Gossamer Woman said...

I wish you more than luck, I wish you an angel.

Anonymous said...

'aaave it up the alley, n all that!

Where are ya then? Prozzies and sunshine....... Hmmmmm


Anonymous said...

Bonjour La Bête,
England in the sun. Isn't it called Australia ? I am just asking, I don't want to offend anybody.
Are you in Spain ?
Uncle Did

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