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After the problems I had in Cardiff last week, I had a number of calls left over to do and so set out for Weston-super-Mare down the M5. En route however I had the most unusual phone call ever from the lady in the car infront of me. It turned out it was an old friend of mine who both runs a parlour and still works in one and she had first clocked me on the outskirts of Birmingham. We had an interesting conversation, where I told her of my imminent TV appearance on C4 in February or March and then after she waved me good bye as she turned off I headed on to Weston, where I had my first call soon after 10.30am. I was greeted at Butterfly's by Susie, the boss, who introduced me to a few of the ladies. They certainly have an international variety of ladies, I was introduced in particular to one from France who originally came from the Toulouse area. I was also shown her remote camera facility where she could keep a recorded eye on what was going on in the alley from which one ascends the stairs to Butterflys. Interestingly, the alley which unsurprisingly can be a scene of crime has had various crimes going on there including a rape which were inadvertently from the criminal's point of view filmed by Butterflys' remote camera, much to the eventual discomfort of these various criminals. We came to terms regarding further advertising and I then after picking up some food at the local Asda headed up to Bristol, where I was due to call on Marcus at the House Ducroix..

http://www.madambutterflymassage.co.uk

When I got to Bristol, I parked around the corner from House Ducroix and visited Tops, whose proprietor Greg, I had been told was no longer with us, only to be greeted by a vaguely familiar face, a lady I had met at a now closed private flat in Swansea, that Greg was very much still alive and I should not be saying things like he is dead on my website. Well, now you know I have no idea who has been telling me porkies, so he is either alive or not as the case may be. With that out of the way and Tops looking as dingey as ever, I headed on in to House Ducroix, where I was greeted as usual in as friendly a manner as ever. Marcus had had not much luck in finding some more dominatrixes, having advertised for any ladies who might be interested in such work to contact him and while eight ladies had done, so none of them eventually even turned up for an interview, let alone to try their hand at such work. One would have thought in these unemployment stricken times, some ladies might have been interested. He however was able to pay for another year's advertising.

http://www.houseducroix.com

I had hoped to see Becki, a very popular lady, and one who clearly wanted to see me, but she is a busy lady and was already solidly booked for the rest of the day. I told her I would try her agin the next time I was in the area, but that would not be until the new year at the earliest.

http://www.beckiofbristol.com

With no one else to see in Bristol, I now headed over to Bath, where I was due to see Kim at Fantasia, Bath's lone private flat, which operates from a roomy basement flat on the east side of the city centre in an area typical of Bath, comprising buildings from the Georgian period. Kim was not there by the time I got there, but after a wait while I did a few sudokus, she turned up and we talked as is so often the case, about how the business is not like it used to be. Apparently a black lady there had had no business at all that day and she was stunningly attractive. I now rang a couple of parlours in Trowbridge, but had no luck with either and then rang Sensations in Chippenham, who I had thought would be expecting me, but the lady there had no idea why I would be calling and when I eventually got through to the boss on my mobile, the reception was so lousy I could hardly make out a word he said.

http://www.sensations-wiltshire.co.uk

So I gave up on Chippenham and headed on to Swindon, where I first popped into the Exchange Bookshop on Cricklade Rd., whom I had not visited for some time and who had moved a reasonable number of books. However I had no luck with Ashley, a black lady, who expressed an interest in seeing me and so with that I headed home.

http://www.ashleys-massage.co.uk

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