Alot has happened over the last week and a half, so much so that I have been putting off writing it all down.
Firstly and tragically it is my sad task to announce the death of Victor, aka 'the dream car'. We were driving to work last Saturday when he started to splutter. He shook and struggled on, suddenly jumping through the shakes before losing power and coming to a slow halt on the hard shoulder. I loved that car, I named him after a grumpy old man as he tended to grumble alot. Sure the roof didnt meet the car and the doors had bends that left the cold in but it was perfect for me. Last year during all the snow, Victor helped me through. In the summer it was fun driving around with the tent of a roof off and the flames meant that everyone knew who I was around here, which pleased my ego massively (and prevented me from getting angry behind the wheel in case anyone felt like getting revenge). It was a bit beat up but I just trash nice cars being messy suits me and it was perfect for going to the stables in. The RAC (who were fabulous) said that a part of the engine had come lose and shot through the rest of it so he essenitally had a massive heart attack. He now needs a new engine which would cost more than he will ever be worth. I will get around to scrapping him next week but I just cant quite bring myself to do it yet.
So over the next few days the quest for a cheep workable car started. This proved to be harder than I had first thought as every car I called up about had already gone. This is officially my new pet hate - people who dont take their adverts down once an item has been sold but still sound grumpy when people phone up asking about it. It didnt help that for the first time in my life I had no idea what I wanted to get and I was still feeling very grumpy about having to give up my 4x4 especially because I couldnt find any for sale. I ended up going to Sheffield and picking up Nel, my little Honda Civic. It doesnt feel like my car but will do me till I can find something better. Poppy loves it as she has so much extra space in the back.
With a new set of wheels I was able to get down to Milton Keynes and the lovely Saracen House for a b/g spanking shoot with the ever cheeky Leo Pops for Peter Kay. It was a fab shoot (especially because it didnt start till 2pm so I got to lie in). It felt like a bit of a long drive because Nel doesnt have a radio aerial and I dont like cds very much - if anyone has a spare DAB radio they want taking off their hands speak up now.
I was an office worked who was supposed to be meeting her boyfriend (Leo) for a shag at lunch time but had been told I had to watch the empty office instead. When he comes to pick me up he convinces me to give him a blowjob at my desk to make up for this. One thing leads to another and we end up having sex everywhere, on the desk in the chair on the floor. It is while Leo is ragging me hard from behind that my Boss walks in. The Guy who played my boss was an absolute legend. I have no idea how old he was but he was one of the big engenieers on the Hurricanes and came out with some fab one liners. In order to keep my job I let him order me naked and lay over the table for a spanking while I sucked Leo off - good times for all!
From there I drove down to Derbyshire to feed my horse and get ready for my office job in Cheshire feeling like things were on the up again. That night someone broke into the house in Leeds again! I was glad I wasnt there but equally I felt so guilty to have missed it all again (as this is the second time since we moved in). They had fished the keys through the letter box. The dog massivlly redeemed her self this time by waking up and having a good growl. Our stairs are blocked off from the living room by a door making a nice echoing corridor. This meant that as Poppy barked her way down stairs she will have sounded like a much bigger dog and she succeeding in scaring the little shit out of the front door. The bad news is that he got away with my hand bag (which sadly had some camera cables in it but luckily no camera) Wils wallet and the front door key. While Wil was sat waiting for the police another older lad came back and started to open the front door. Will opened it for him and told him to Fuck off while Poppy went balistic (im very proud of my house guarding team). So as well as as a new £600 car this week I have now had to shell out £130 for new front door locks. Yay!
To round off the week I have been busy shooting for my Southern charms site, and I am sending off all the paper work right now, I'll be sure to poke you when its live. I had an interview with Paul Taylor this morning for his porn blog. It was not only lovely to talk porn with someone for over an hour (especially porn that has me in it) but was really nice to find out that he had people send in questions to ask me. A BIG thankyou goes out to the three of you, it made me feel wanted and special, it was the perfect way to put an end to my run of bad news. xxxxx