<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18842342</id><updated>2011-04-22T01:36:03.231+01:00</updated><title type='text'>21st Century Courtezan</title><subtitle type='html'>A 21st century British good time girl who plays in a 21st century world--Ohhh and has fun along the way!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twentyfirstcenturycourtezan.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18842342/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twentyfirstcenturycourtezan.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>21st Century Courtezan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11855005998290570533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6126/1853/1600/C20%20copy.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>23</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18842342.post-115963945500266112</id><published>2006-09-30T19:02:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-03-29T19:27:43.783+01:00</updated><title type='text'>I have moved</title><content type='html'>Now Officialy moved to &lt;a href="http://www.21stcenturycourtezan.com"&gt;www.21stcenturycourtezan.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you there x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18842342-115963945500266112?l=twentyfirstcenturycourtezan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twentyfirstcenturycourtezan.blogspot.com/feeds/115963945500266112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18842342&amp;postID=115963945500266112' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18842342/posts/default/115963945500266112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18842342/posts/default/115963945500266112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twentyfirstcenturycourtezan.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-have-moved.html' title='I have moved'/><author><name>21st Century Courtezan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11855005998290570533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6126/1853/1600/C20%20copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18842342.post-114157278811250935</id><published>2006-02-28T22:26:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-05T15:33:08.146Z</updated><title type='text'>Evil goggle box</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6126/1853/1600/evil%20TV%20copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6126/1853/400/evil%20TV%20copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This past week has to be on record as the first week I Lost libido in years, what is a girl to do when that happens?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I have tried everything from Vitamins to even contemplating using my gym membership to good use. Ok I haven’t got that far but if the week continues this way I will have to haul my butt there to see if I can sweat it out. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;   My poor male friends are feeling the brunt or shall I say not as the case may be. It would be the same if I got a cold or Flu ect. No one should have to put up with me as I don’t think it is fair to see anyone till im in 100% tip top condition again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   I am a bit worried quit frankly as this has not happened in years ,normally without any attention I would be climbing the walls by now.Even a trip to Soho toy shopping did not inspire me at all!&lt;br /&gt;    Hopefully buy the weekend I will be a happy bunny again as I have an American Gent Visiting for the weekend that needs companionship and who’s company I enjoy immensely that I hope I will not have to put off seeing if my bad mood does not lift soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Been watching far too much of the evil goggle box that is TV recently as a result, which has been interrupting other business plans of world domination(Ha Haaa Ha! ~~all muttered in a rubbing hands B movie sarcastic type of way) Yeh right~~ like little me could!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Have just been watching a program about a couture fashion house. I think it says it all when they tried a dress on a model, when they said it looked just as good back to front than it did the right way around !&lt;br /&gt;  I swear the models are starting to look like Pre pubescent stick insects more and more. Hell its not as if I am jealous, I am far too skinny as it is, but how do they expect a woman to wear anything they come up with if it will not fit a normal woman’s shape?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18842342-114157278811250935?l=twentyfirstcenturycourtezan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twentyfirstcenturycourtezan.blogspot.com/feeds/114157278811250935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18842342&amp;postID=114157278811250935' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18842342/posts/default/114157278811250935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18842342/posts/default/114157278811250935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twentyfirstcenturycourtezan.blogspot.com/2006/02/evil-goggle-box.html' title='Evil goggle box'/><author><name>21st Century Courtezan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11855005998290570533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6126/1853/1600/C20%20copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18842342.post-114030186100781458</id><published>2006-02-18T22:20:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-02T23:23:25.726Z</updated><title type='text'>When is a Geisha not a Geisha?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6126/1853/1600/Geisha%20of%20Gion.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6126/1853/400/Geisha%20of%20Gion.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;~~~When she’s really a guy from the USA&lt;/span&gt; !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6126/1853/1600/geshia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6126/1853/200/geshia.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;You know when you read a book and all the way through you have a niggling feeling that something is just not right? That’s what I thought when I read Memoirs of a Geisha last year, it only dawned that it might not all be true when I found out the author was an American Man! Well put together but how can you write a memoirs book when they are not dictated and not yours? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;So I did more digging and read a real geisha’s memoirs &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6126/1853/1600/geisha-of-gion-the-memoir-of-mineko-iwasaki.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6126/1853/200/geisha-of-gion-the-memoir-of-mineko-iwasaki.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Geisha of Gion by Mineko Iwasaki’s&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: It’s a fabulous book that readdresses the scales and such a better read, I don’t know why it has not done better than its fake counterpart. That’s when all the little subtleties that he got terribly wrong slipped in to place. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Yep you guessed it he has not only ripped off her life story but to sensationalized it added untruths and mixed up the traditions of the Japanese courtesan/escort with that of Geishas: basically its like he has mixed up the story of a ballet dancer with a striper that might slip off at the end of a shift to meet clients for cash. You know its not the same ,I know its not the same, so why would such a supposedly American expert on Geishas cock it up so badly?&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeh to sell a book!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6126/1853/1600/geshia%202.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6126/1853/1600/geshia%202.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6126/1853/200/geshia%202.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It only got worse when they chose Arthur Golden’s Geisha book to turn in to a movie and with all the short cuts to the book to fit film time it was very well shot credit to the crew.Vrey pretty with some good acting~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;But it did managed to butcher the fiction of his book with all the short cuts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Ok it was a good story as far as it went but the end did seem a little rushed that I felt a little disappointed they did nothing to readdress the truth scales that the book had unbalanced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Its bad enough in this day and age that people don’t get the subtle differences between prostitutes, Hostesses, Stripers, Escorts, Burlesque performers and Courtesans to name a few. We all basically get paid to entertain men in general, but we do go about it and do it in completely different ways. Even a sensible person can understand there has to be between Geishas and their male entertaining sisters~~~you would think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6126/1853/1600/geisha%203.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6126/1853/200/geisha%203.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And just in case your wondering: NO a Geshias life is nothing really like that of a western Courtesan. So if you’re an educated person and you think we are the same just cultures apart then trust me on this one, you really need to do some more fact digging and not believe every thing you read or see in the movies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6126/1853/320/Pic%202%20copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6126/1853/1600/Pic%202%20copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18842342-114030186100781458?l=twentyfirstcenturycourtezan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twentyfirstcenturycourtezan.blogspot.com/feeds/114030186100781458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18842342&amp;postID=114030186100781458' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18842342/posts/default/114030186100781458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18842342/posts/default/114030186100781458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twentyfirstcenturycourtezan.blogspot.com/2006/02/when-is-geisha-not-geisha.html' title='When is a Geisha not a Geisha?'/><author><name>21st Century Courtezan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11855005998290570533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6126/1853/1600/C20%20copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18842342.post-113988264881231500</id><published>2006-02-14T01:57:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-02T23:21:29.336Z</updated><title type='text'>Not a problem being nude</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6126/1853/1600/nude%20recline.3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6126/1853/400/nude%20recline.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6126/1853/1600/nude%20recline.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;   &lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Must say have never had a problem being naked just a problem with the cold..Have been up to photo shots for graphics and products recently after his normal body model has moved to a different country and after much degrading grovelling:which I hate in a man I ended up nearly naked on a photo shot yet again.Why they choose to do naked shots when its not yet summer I will never know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6126/1853/1600/nude%20recline%202.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6126/1853/1600/nude%20recline%202.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="141" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6126/1853/200/nude%20recline%202.0.jpg" width="141" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My family have been always OK about nudity, especially my 60s mother who used to walk around naked all the time in the house, even told me once that my skirt wasn’t short enough to go out in as it made me look short and was the wrong length for my legs! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;My Military dad on the other hand was always covering up as he suffered from the cold and would only strip down to his Speedos in a hot country! He was &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;distraught when I was 11years old when I wore trousers out to dinner and not a long dress as it was not lady like, that’s how conservative he could be!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;I as well unfortunately suffer from the cold and as I have very low blood pressure it does not help either.I can even remember wearing socks in the Sahara once to keep my tootsies warm! That’s the main reasons I wear stockings all the time, I feel more comfortable in them as It stops &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6126/1853/1600/nude%20recline%201.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6126/1853/400/nude%20recline%201.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;me getting cramp in my feet…I love the silky feel of nylon on my legs the higher up the better...can accidentally rub in the most unsuspecting places!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;If I am at home naked and its warn its just stockings or sometimes pop socks…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Never been worried about wondering around in the buff, but need the heating on unless im in a hot country…but I must say I probably cover up more than most, as I have found out you tend to get hit on more the less you wear and that can be dangerous in some places and making yourself stand out can make you a target ,it makes me feel uncomfortable. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Even around a pool in a hotel where the general all are parading around in dental floss, I am normally the one with a long wrap skirt and hat sitting under an umbrella just watching the posing show of flaunted flesh. Not a prude just have no intention of having a mass freckle break out or the bright red sun burn patches that Brits aboard seam to want as some badge of holiday honour~~~&lt;br /&gt;Te exception seems to be when I am a photo shoot, as long as its warm I have every intention of keeping clothes on but I always end up near naked every time! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://store1.yimg.com/I/rwg_1884_10981259"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6126/1853/1600/gadget.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6126/1853/200/gadget.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Every girl thet has to travel knows how bluky and hard to pack hair dryers and curling tongs can be (I hate to add my huge hair straightners which are a must in a humid country)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;My hair dryer already folds to pack neatly but I did stumbe acrosss this&lt;/span&gt; ~~~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6126/1853/1600/foldable%20irons.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Special design provides “FAST HEAT” in under two minutes &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6126/1853/1600/foldable%20irons.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6126/1853/200/foldable%20irons.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(much faster than most curling irons) with “ON” indicator light and automatic shut-off for super safety. Foldable, with a stylish 3/4” barrel for compact storage. Features a detachable curling brush. Additional features: Tangle free swivel power cord, curl setter, cool tip and deluxe drawstring travel pouch. Worldwide voltage 20/240V. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://store.yahoo.com/rwg/foltravcurir.html"&gt;http://store.yahoo.com/rwg/foltravcurir.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18842342-113988264881231500?l=twentyfirstcenturycourtezan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twentyfirstcenturycourtezan.blogspot.com/feeds/113988264881231500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18842342&amp;postID=113988264881231500' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18842342/posts/default/113988264881231500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18842342/posts/default/113988264881231500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twentyfirstcenturycourtezan.blogspot.com/2006/02/not-problem-being-nude.html' title='Not a problem being nude'/><author><name>21st Century Courtezan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11855005998290570533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6126/1853/1600/C20%20copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18842342.post-113798189016188466</id><published>2006-01-23T01:53:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-02T23:04:35.220Z</updated><title type='text'>What is it with the Media at the moment?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6126/1853/1600/What-.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6126/1853/400/What-.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;         Is there nothing else news worthy going on in the world? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;Ok other than a dolphin whale getting beached in the Thames that is ~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;I must have had quite a few people poking around interested and wanting info out of me for documentary’s/ films screen plays or stage shows they want to produce.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;All along the lines of portraying the good side of supposedly my ‘’industry’’ but want some more in-depth info of what goes on, regular clients ect.. Its either the junky street walker or the uber glam jet set image they all have in their heads.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Getting fed up of all the bad stereo typing as well, that we are all hapless victims of desperation! (Ahhhg )and all the questions that go with it ‘I have heard you (collective lumping us all together) don’t kiss’, ‘don’t have any fun’ ,’don’t really like your clients’ ‘Are forced by agencies to do X,Y and Z’, ‘Couldn’t get hold of you the other day so you must have been seeing lots of men and earnt a packet! You must be earning thousands!’……&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Where do people get this crap from? more perpetuated and recycled press misinformation, from very few girls that show them self’s up as a bad example so we all get tarred with the same brush?&lt;br /&gt;And don’t get me started on the ‘you cant possibly like your situation!’&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6126/1853/1600/what%20clip.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6126/1853/200/what%20clip.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Hell some of us do this by choice and quite like our profession thank you very much~~Oh dear you cant understand why I as a sensible woman would ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Well I am sorry to say, I too can not understand why you sit at a desk/checkout till all day, get abuse from boss and customers for rubbish pay and then spend it all on the weekend, getting drunk and sleeping with guys you cant remember, then are not worried that you might have caught something and passed it on to the next drunken conquest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;This is like any other occupation you have great clients and bad clients and the ones that can be really annoying .e.g over demanding, asking for things you have said time and again you will not concider no matter how much money they are willing to throw at you…down to the ones that you can see are getting a little addicted and call all the time and invite you out for coffee, cinema, dinner on holiday as a friend!(guy talk for I cant afford you and don’t want to pay ) but saying all the time that if you did like them you would!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Ahhhhg ~~this personally I am starting to find it all just a little offensive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Let me get this right you like me, nearly love me/want to get to know me better…. but not enough for you to think Im worth a donation. This just makes me feel cheap!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;If I wanted to feel like that and do stuff for free again, I would take up dating and all the hassle that goes with it!Maybe I should go and do an interview ~ look at it as free therapy for people that will listen to me rant and get all the misconception junk off my head?~~~could be fun??&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18842342-113798189016188466?l=twentyfirstcenturycourtezan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twentyfirstcenturycourtezan.blogspot.com/feeds/113798189016188466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18842342&amp;postID=113798189016188466' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18842342/posts/default/113798189016188466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18842342/posts/default/113798189016188466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twentyfirstcenturycourtezan.blogspot.com/2006/01/what-is-it-with-media-at-moment.html' title='What is it with the Media at the moment?'/><author><name>21st Century Courtezan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11855005998290570533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6126/1853/1600/C20%20copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18842342.post-113630632719862858</id><published>2006-01-03T16:28:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-02T23:01:33.766Z</updated><title type='text'>Selling myself instead of selling my soul?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6126/1853/1600/lilac.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6126/1853/400/lilac.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6126/1853/1600/lilac.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;In a far distant part of the 1980s Milka chocolate was the talk of the school yard and it was the chocolate that ruled in the tuck shop .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The advert at the time on TV was of a lilac cow. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cowvideo.com/milka/milka.htm"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;www.cowvideo.com/milka/milka.htm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6126/1853/1600/cow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6126/1853/200/cow.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Why is the milka cow lilac?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; (in a mock Swedish accent) my friend and I used to ask all the teachers at school (followed the next month by who’s Gods mother? Most questions we never got an answer to, kids will be kids!) just because it was a question that they didn’t seem to be able to answer we loved asking it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Only to be answered quite clearly by our music teacher in the end that it was probably something to do, with all the radiation fall out from Chernobyl nuclear plant accident the year before.&lt;br /&gt;It was the best answer we had in ages!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Our music teacher was then deemed the coolest teacher in the school from that point on, even though for some reason he got us singing strange songs we did not know. 11 year olds~~~ at that age just do not get ‘’Im an urban space man baby’’ by Innes Neil~~ we could just about understand ‘she’s leavening home’ by the Beatles.&lt;br /&gt;Trust me on this one, we thought he was a pork pie short of a picnic till the milka cow incident .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6126/1853/320/Milka%20cow.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;I have been perusing the net today trying to avoid all the little things I really have to do, but just don’t feel like it at heart e.g. clear out all the spam: do I want a copy of windows/Viagra or some contraption to make my penis longer (errr no Hello Im a girl!)&lt;br /&gt;so in best avoidance techniques I wandered in to the world of web instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6126/1853/1600/banksy%20rat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 80px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 90px" height="114" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6126/1853/200/banksy%20rat.jpg" width="103" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A quick scan of Banksy’s (he of anarchy art /spray stencil vandal fame) web page &lt;a href="http://www.banksy.co.uk"&gt;www.banksy.co.uk&lt;/a&gt; to see what he has been up to of late, with all the military hardwear going on it just bought the memory of the milka cow back like a flash from my past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;I haven’t worked on any of my art in a long time. I used to figuratively sculpt but it was a long drawn out process that would take many months (8 months + for one sculpture) I had poured a life, tears and on occasion blood from a cut finger or two in to a few pieces to the exclusion of sleeping or eating properly for days in self imposed agoraphobia : to me my final piece would have a life and soul of its own.(this was 6 years ago mind)&lt;br /&gt;I had problems in the end selling my art, not because people didn’t want to by it, but it became abhorrent to my sensibilities like selling children would be. I couldn’t get my head around it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;A fellow artist said at the time it was akin to ‘Prostituting your soul in the name of art’. Bloody hell, that sounds so dramatic~Sorry~ i am sure he nicked the phrase from someone? I just think in the end I had gotten it all out of my system and moved on to other more profitable and less stressful ways of using my time ~~~selling myself instead of my soul?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18842342-113630632719862858?l=twentyfirstcenturycourtezan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twentyfirstcenturycourtezan.blogspot.com/feeds/113630632719862858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18842342&amp;postID=113630632719862858' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18842342/posts/default/113630632719862858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18842342/posts/default/113630632719862858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twentyfirstcenturycourtezan.blogspot.com/2006/01/selling-myself-instead-of-selling-my.html' title='Selling myself instead of selling my soul?'/><author><name>21st Century Courtezan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11855005998290570533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6126/1853/1600/C20%20copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18842342.post-113621682096069739</id><published>2006-01-01T15:40:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-02T23:09:05.850Z</updated><title type='text'>Not so much as a Bang</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6126/1853/1600/black%20bikini.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6126/1853/400/black%20bikini.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6126/1853/1600/black%20bikini.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;   &lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;A new year with non particular resolutions in sight other than I wish to travel more.&lt;br /&gt;Well it was soooo glamorous over the Christmas period what with all the jetting about! The evenings gambling in casinos in Monaco, The weekend shopping in Paris and on to NY with the afternoon at Tiffanys! Sunning myself in my bikini on beaches of exotic climes and the deck of a grand yacht , New years eve at the Sanderson in a penthouse suit with famous pop stars and actors! Woken up by a big blue fairy elephant and a yellow monkey, who served me breakfast in bed~~~&lt;strong&gt;Ahhh yes&lt;/strong&gt;~~~all that was a dream down to every last event, although Im sure all the mess that has hit my apartment must have been made by the yellow monkey with the big blue elephant giving a helping trunk?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well in the end the year fizzled out so quietly with not so much a Bang. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6126/1853/1600/bikini%20crop.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6126/1853/200/bikini%20crop.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had to do the family duty and at least pop in to say hi with all the presents I had for them. Ended up in the kitchen on Christmas day cooking the roast potatoes, parsnips and trying to stop my mother from over boiling the sprouts. So I didnt have to play cards but mainly I was in the kitchen, as it was the quietest place in the house to escape from the heated discussions (as my family don’t squabble so I have been firmly informed) The fact that I forgot to bake and bring a pies for dessert did not help my ear drums one bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;I have one way or another been able to avoid family gatherings for the past 5 years with much success and although I do love my family to pieces they drive me nuts. At least we where able to have the TV on to distract them, as in the past when I was very young my grandfather (all of my grand parents have passed now) used to remove the plugs on the TVs so no one could watch them, as he said it was very anti social.&lt;br /&gt;Which made you a social pariah when you got back to school as a kid, as every one would discus which and what had been their favorite movie or film. No one in the playground was the slightest bit interested, in the card game in which you had beaten your Gran or how blue you had gotten when you had to go with the family on the long afternoon costal walks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Luckily no one dared mention an afternoon walk in the rain to me this Christmas and I managed to escape back to London in peace.&lt;br /&gt;I was glad in the end to spend new years eve in company more relaxed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Munchies, movies and no inclination to go out and party was the order of the day~~~ it was bliss. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6126/1853/1600/think.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="52" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6126/1853/200/think.jpg" width="50" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;All though how I quite managed to lose weight over the festive season &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I have no idea!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18842342-113621682096069739?l=twentyfirstcenturycourtezan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twentyfirstcenturycourtezan.blogspot.com/feeds/113621682096069739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18842342&amp;postID=113621682096069739' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18842342/posts/default/113621682096069739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18842342/posts/default/113621682096069739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twentyfirstcenturycourtezan.blogspot.com/2006/01/not-so-much-as-bang.html' title='Not so much as a Bang'/><author><name>21st Century Courtezan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11855005998290570533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6126/1853/1600/C20%20copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18842342.post-113453189223853458</id><published>2005-12-23T03:23:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-07T13:56:28.773Z</updated><title type='text'>The present season</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6126/1853/1600/Christmas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6126/1853/400/Christmas.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt; I think I am all set for dealing with family and friends over the next few weeks or so, I have most of my presents ready for everyone as Im a girl with a pressie draw. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Basically through out the year as I travel, if I see something that I think would be good as a gift I buy it, or if im at a product launch and get given a goodie bag ect…I put all goodies it in the draw, along with a pile of cards for all occasions. So if I need a gift to give all of a sudden I can dip in the draw an pull one out.&lt;br /&gt;  So at Christmas I don’t have to bother much with the Christmas shop and all the madness that goes with it. Well as I was in Berlin for the weekend, I finished off the last min shop for the pressie draw, ready for the Christmas wrapping to start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6126/1853/1600/Christmas%20strip%201.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6126/1853/320/Christmas%20strip%201.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I love wrapping presents, I had an aunt (well she was married to my dads cousin but we called her auntie) when I was a kid, she was from Belize where I was told gift wrapping was a skilled art and she would wrap the most gorgeous presents to prove it. All hand made paper and pleated folds with beautiful ribbon, I used to love a gift from her the most, just because of the wrapping more than the unusual gift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;    Also as a kid we lived in Italy for a few years I cant remember much as I was only 5 at the time and we left when I was 7 (not long enough to learn much Italian as I had to go to an English school while I was there anyway)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Back to the point: In town near us, there was a gift shop full of chocolates and boxes of small shiny gifts .&lt;br /&gt;      The shop was all glass and very colourful and they had a gift wrapping service. The elder lady shop owner would sit on a tall stool next to the till and it was her job just to wrap the gifts that people had just bought. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;   I thought It was a wonderful job to wrap presents all day! The wrapping came free with the gift and the shop was always busy. The smartly dressed lady owner had a big table with lots of different coloured tissue paper and coloured ribbons on rolls. She was always a happy person and would always take great care over each and every purchase, with lots of curls bows and multi coloured tissue paper.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;   I would spend ages just standing by the wall just watching fascinated when my mum went in, it got to the point that I wouldn’t be dragged away to help with the other shopping. So my mum would leave me there till her shopping was done and come back and get me.&lt;br /&gt;     I think the ladies in the shop thought I was a strange kid, as unlike other children I didn’t have my nose up against the glass cabinets looking at the sweets, but was more interested in the wrapping, boxes and how it was all put together. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;   The Lady’s in the shop didn’t mind I hung around as I was a good kid that just stood around and watched fascinated and didnt run around the shop causeing trouble.&lt;br /&gt;~~~Hey I was a cute quiet little girl with pale skin, bright blue/green eyes and curly hair They would watch after me like mother hens and call me ‘Bella Bambina’ all the time and pat me on the head for luck. I was a cross between Annie and Shirley temple and I could get away with anything as a kid!&lt;br /&gt;    For the life of me I can not remember where the shop was now and my mother cant remember it either mores the shame. It was 20 years ago so it has probably closed by now, but I would have loved to go back and see if it was sill there. &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6126/1853/1600/Gift%20wraped%201.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6126/1853/320/Gift%20wraped%201.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;   So began my life with gift wrapping that’s probably why I have a present draw!&lt;br /&gt;~~Who am I kidding, I am mainly just forgetful! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;With all my rushing about my diary is mad and the draw its just handy for last min emergencies. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;   As for Christmas im not taking it too seriously~~I never do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt; have just found a rude and funny Christmas animation jinggle from some amazing people at &lt;a href="http://eclectech.co.uk/notcliff.php"&gt;http://eclectech.co.uk/notcliff.php&lt;/a&gt; it made me giggle, What ever you do have fun out there !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy wrapping and see you in the new year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18842342-113453189223853458?l=twentyfirstcenturycourtezan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twentyfirstcenturycourtezan.blogspot.com/feeds/113453189223853458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18842342&amp;postID=113453189223853458' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18842342/posts/default/113453189223853458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18842342/posts/default/113453189223853458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twentyfirstcenturycourtezan.blogspot.com/2005/12/present-season.html' title='The present season'/><author><name>21st Century Courtezan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11855005998290570533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6126/1853/1600/C20%20copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18842342.post-113571690598939161</id><published>2005-12-17T20:44:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-02T23:14:05.736Z</updated><title type='text'>Burrr in Berlin</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6126/1853/1600/Burr%20in%20berlin.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6126/1853/400/Burr%20in%20berlin.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Weekend in Berlin went well, but Why Oh Why didn’t I bank on in it being so cold?&lt;br /&gt;I knew it was going to snow, I just did not take heed~~~ needless to say I was shivering everywhere I went ! Even playing spot the brightly coloured bear did not help, as cute as they were .&lt;br /&gt;The whole town is strewn with them as soon as you walk around a corner, you have guessed it ---there’s another one standing on its head or sitting down in some silly pose.&lt;br /&gt;-------------In a City near you soon!----------------&lt;br /&gt;‘An idea on its tour around the word! ‘&lt;br /&gt;120 Buddy Bears, created in Berlin/Germany, are standing peacefully hand in hand to represent 120 United Nations member states. An exhibition under the motto&lt;br /&gt;WE HAVE TO GET TO KNOW EACH OTHER BETTER …&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6126/1853/400/Bear%20in%20Berlin.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;… it makes us understand one another better, trust each other more and live together more peacefully.&lt;br /&gt;The idea for this exhibition was created 2002 by the inventors of the Buddy Bears Eva and Klaus Herlitz, having three aspects in mind:&lt;br /&gt;ART&lt;br /&gt;120 different artists, each one coming from the country his bear represents, show the art style of their home countries. Standing in a circle the bears form a unique work of art altogether.&lt;br /&gt;A MESSAGE&lt;br /&gt;As a basis for a better understanding the individual design of each bear includes a lot of information about the different countries. Together with the symbolism of the circle love, peace, friendship, tolerance and international understanding are promoted.&lt;br /&gt;CHARITY&lt;br /&gt;Over 1.084.000 Euro for charity organisations so far. In each city where the circle is shown activities (e.g. auctions) raise money for children in need. At the end of the world tour all bears will be sold by charitable auction for UNICEF and other organisations helping needy children all over the world.&lt;br /&gt;STATIONS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.united-buddy-bears.com/de/home/index.php?lang=en&amp;bbbyear=2002" target="_top"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;2002&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.united-buddy-bears.com/de/home/index.php?lang=en&amp;amp;bbbyear=2003" target="_top"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;2003&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;Berlin (next to the Brandenburg Gate)&lt;br /&gt;2004:&lt;br /&gt;January/February:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.united-buddy-bears.com/de/openingkitz/index.php?lang=en&amp;bbbyear=2005"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Kitzbuehel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;, Austria&lt;br /&gt;May/June:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.united-buddy-bears.com/de/openinghkg/index.php?lang=en&amp;amp;bbbyear=2005"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Hong Kong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt; (Victoria Park)&lt;br /&gt;November/December:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.united-buddy-bears.com/de/openingist/index.php?lang=en&amp;bbbyear=2005"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Istanbul (Beyoglu)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2005:&lt;br /&gt;April/Mai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.united-buddy-bears.com/de/openingtokio/index.php?lang=en&amp;amp;bbbyear=2005"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Tokio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in planning:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.buddybears.or.kr/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Seoul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2006:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in planning:&lt;br /&gt;Sydney, Amman, Cape Town, Addis Abbeba, Shanghai, Athens, Miami, Boston, Buenos Aires, Los Angeles and more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6126/1853/1600/Spaced%20bear.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 89px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 95px" height="99" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6126/1853/200/Spaced%20bear.jpg" width="94" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I loved the one outside an ice cream shop (Yes~ ice cream shop in the winter, always knew the Germans where a bit weirder than us Brits and that confirmed it) Any how the black bear out side said shop was painted with little green aliens! (am I entering the twilight zone? Nope just looked up and there was the The Reichstag, the seat of the German Parliament, it is one of Berlin's most historical landmarks)---Ok maybe the twilight zone?.&lt;br /&gt;Have no idea which country that the bear represented? Less international more intergalactic: Maybe Mars has got in on the act too?&lt;br /&gt;People take it from me: Don’t go eating ice cream when its snowing,&lt;br /&gt;it does the brain no favours-- even if you are enticed by an alien bear!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.united-buddy-bears.com"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;www.united-buddy-bears.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6126/1853/1600/Ice%20strip.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6126/1853/1600/Ice%20strip.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6126/1853/400/Ice%20strip.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6126/1853/1600/Ice%20house.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Managed to pop down the road before I left, to check out a new Ice house that had just &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;been built that weekend and luckily not melting too much (given the -3 tep).&lt;br /&gt;It was snowing while waiting in the queue and glad to get in out of the heavy flake fall.&lt;br /&gt;The Ice house was smaller than I thought it would be, but still impressive the walls where blocks of ice where the light from inside glinted through to give a taste of what was to come from within. stepping in I swear it was a few degrees warmer (goodness all I do is bitch about the weather!)&lt;br /&gt;Compact and cozy all blue lit with enclosed taps, toilet seat and even a poor rubber ducky frozen in a block of clear ice on the side of the ice sculpted bath. At least my bed back at the hotel was warmer than the ice block bed and ice cube pillows!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6126/1853/1600/Ice%20bedtime.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6126/1853/200/Ice%20bedtime.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Spent the time snuggled in bed, Dinning out and the occasional wonder around town to the busy shopping areas where the full Christmas festive markets where out in force and so German like where all lined up precisely, clean and conformist in candy red and white stripes.&lt;br /&gt;Was pretty I have to admit and is the first time in ages I have roasted chestnuts on a cold day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Well I have had my snow for Christmas and it’s a very over rated commodity .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Why Oh Why I did not bring my battery heated gloves I will never know! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18842342-113571690598939161?l=twentyfirstcenturycourtezan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twentyfirstcenturycourtezan.blogspot.com/feeds/113571690598939161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18842342&amp;postID=113571690598939161' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18842342/posts/default/113571690598939161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18842342/posts/default/113571690598939161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twentyfirstcenturycourtezan.blogspot.com/2005/12/burrr-in-berlin.html' title='Burrr in Berlin'/><author><name>21st Century Courtezan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11855005998290570533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6126/1853/1600/C20%20copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18842342.post-113430327457639333</id><published>2005-12-11T12:11:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-02T23:25:07.256Z</updated><title type='text'>Still cant find that party dress!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6126/1853/1600/blue%20dress.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6126/1853/400/blue%20dress.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;    The festivities are apon us again, doesn’t time fly when your having fun (~and this year certainly has)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;For some strange reason despite all the decorations and street lights, I don’t feel that festive ~~~not in a bahhh humbug way, just in a ‘Ok its all happening again, SO’ kind of mood.&lt;br /&gt;I have been up to trouble as per norm but no partying as of yet this week~~~I am not really a party girl at heart, I would sometimes prefer a good book or good company curled up in front of a fire than going out, but needs must.&lt;br /&gt;I have a pensive feeling it is the calm before the storm for some reason. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;For what I don’t know but my world has been very quiet so far this week. Well I did do the shopping for a party dress, actualy a few party dresses. Just to update the wardrobe as its well over due. But after an hour with nothing to show, I got so fed up with the crowds that I met a friend for Coffee and had a natter instead. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6126/1853/1600/blue%20dress%20strip.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She talked about off shore accounts and the FT which I have to admit and I did tell her, was going over my head alittle. Shares I can deal with but when she goes in to talking about funds? I feel like a rabbit caught in a headlight for some reason, Oh well will leave it to my accountant to figure out that’s what hes paid for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6126/1853/1600/blue%20dress%20strip.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6126/1853/1600/blue%20dress%20strip.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6126/1853/200/blue%20dress%20strip.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;During the middle of the week,I know I said no partying had happend ~~~~but I don’t think Business lunches count? or do they? Ok it was a industry christmas bash but it was all shop talk, advertisers, whos who and general gossip. Not as many turned up as I thought would be there, but in the end it did drag out so long that I ended up with a parking ticket (That reminds me, I have to find where I stashed it in the glove box?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Well I have not had the chance to go to NY and it doesn’t look like I will before new year, but It looks like I will be in Germany over the weekend (great what a girl needs~~~more cold!~~you would think all I do is go on about the cold at this rate...) Cant say I have stopped over in Berlin before so it might make up for my lack of fun traveling, till I get the chance next year.The list is endless.&lt;br /&gt;So many places, so many people, so little time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------Back in the world of Tech---------------&lt;br /&gt;I asked about my web site recently and it looks like what I asked for is a bit tricky, typical me to be causeing problems (Tounge fimly in cheek) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Web guy did say to stretch his design skills, although now I am getting alittle worried I have stretched the capacities of Flash so far. It has been so long I can not remember for the life of me what I sent them now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;I know I didn’t send any music to be put on the site, but with all the sites that have a catchy little jinggles around, I might ask around and see if someone can do me one~~Oh er missis!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18842342-113430327457639333?l=twentyfirstcenturycourtezan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twentyfirstcenturycourtezan.blogspot.com/feeds/113430327457639333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18842342&amp;postID=113430327457639333' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18842342/posts/default/113430327457639333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18842342/posts/default/113430327457639333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twentyfirstcenturycourtezan.blogspot.com/2005/12/still-cant-find-that-party-dress.html' title='Still cant find that party dress!'/><author><name>21st Century Courtezan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11855005998290570533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6126/1853/1600/C20%20copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18842342.post-113366797294776748</id><published>2005-12-04T02:55:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-01-02T16:51:34.426Z</updated><title type='text'>British brrrrr.bites you on the Bum!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6126/1853/1600/Arcitectual%20legs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6126/1853/400/Arcitectual%20legs.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Where oh where have I been? Im not too sure myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Took a trip to Ikea this week as a friend had wanted a hand getting some new things for the flat she has moved in to. As she has not got a Car I offered to help as it is quite along way away up in the North London to drag the three-D flat pack puzzles all the way back in to London on your own so I was informed.&lt;br /&gt;Like Marmite you either hate it or Love it~~Ikea is a warehouse one stop shop all you might need for the home or not as the case may be in flat pack fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Any how the Store in North London is right with in the shadow of the new Wembly Sport Stadium which still has cranes up for construction, to me they seem to have been up for ever.&lt;br /&gt;They had already been up for quite some time when I did a photo shoot in the summer nearby ,still there now and even though the big hoop over the stadium has been constructed they still tower over the stadium.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;You have to wonder if they are leaveing them up, so some creative person over the festivities can decorate them with lights&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6126/1853/1600/hotel_gore2.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 159px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 154px" height="166" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6126/1853/200/hotel_gore2.jpg" width="167" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Have Christmas on the brain since I came back from the store full of festive fixings .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;I even took a long walk along the Thames to try and clear my head, which although wraped up from top to toe was still chilly Brrrr ---just put me in mind of the nice big fire place in the Elizabethan room at the Kensington Gore hotel &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gorehotellondon.co.uk"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;www.gorehotellondon.co.uk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt; which I love to visit when a certain friend comes to town, doesn’t look like it will happen again before new year with the news I received today, but a girl can dream for next year-can't she?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Catching up with friends and making some new ones recently and don’t know how but ended up in ChinaWhite the other night with some new friends. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.chinawhite.com"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;www.chinawhite.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was not realy the best place to chat as Dj s were on form, with even a funky bongo player in the main room.&lt;br /&gt;I haven't been there in ages and all though the tone has dropped a bit, the suit and short skirt wearing brigade where out in force.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;They where fun to watch: The Suits where as pinstriped as ever but the short skirts where shorter than some others belts. Yes even in this Cold. We where amazed when a dark leggy lovely had on such a short skirt, that you could see her cheeks peek out the bottom of the hem!We had no idea how it managed to stay in place like it did, without rideing up and becoming a belt. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;---Dont get me wrong I have been known to wear the odd short skit or two, but not even I would have deared to wear something that short out for fear of frosbite on the bum more than anything else!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love England but this courtezan likes to be cosey and warm, can you realy blame me when the British chill bites you till your blue? ---Baboons bum anyone?---No I did not think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6126/1853/1600/gadget.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 168px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 92px" height="62" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6126/1853/200/gadget.jpg" width="138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~Useful gaget of the month has to be ~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6126/1853/1600/techno_handbag_main.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 124px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 127px" height="207" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6126/1853/200/techno_handbag_main.jpg" width="200" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Tecno hand bag !a new hand bag that lights up internally so you can find your lippy in the dark is being developed and hopefully will be in the shops soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://21stcentury.co.uk/technology/techno_handbag.asp"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;http://21stcentury.co.uk/technology/techno_handbag.asp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The technology has been around for a while,soI am surprised no one has thought of it sooner!.It had me thinking even if you found your favourite rouge in the bottom of your bag because of the light, it is still a little tricky to apply it if you can not find a mirror.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe its been done before and I have never spotted it but why don’t Lipstick tubes/cases have mirrored sides so you can see to put it on, because carrying it in your cleavage (when you can not get to your hand bag) doesn’t mean you have room for a compact mirror to go with it. Unless you have a very large chest and if you have that there is really no way you need lippy to get attention in the first place, Right Ladies?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18842342-113366797294776748?l=twentyfirstcenturycourtezan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twentyfirstcenturycourtezan.blogspot.com/feeds/113366797294776748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18842342&amp;postID=113366797294776748' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18842342/posts/default/113366797294776748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18842342/posts/default/113366797294776748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twentyfirstcenturycourtezan.blogspot.com/2005/12/british-brrrrrbites-you-on-bum.html' title='British brrrrr.bites you on the Bum!'/><author><name>21st Century Courtezan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11855005998290570533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6126/1853/1600/C20%20copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18842342.post-113301686152518694</id><published>2005-11-28T14:48:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-12-28T03:57:28.160Z</updated><title type='text'>'Darth Tater'</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6126/1853/1600/courtesan.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6126/1853/400/courtesan.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6126/1853/1600/neg.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;The theme this week seams to run along a rather dark vein---not really me so---Just because the world needs to lighten up alittle and me being a bit of a sci-fi nerd. I stumbled across Mr Potato head while surfing for family pressie on the net~~~ Ok I was looking at funny ads while poking about and found the pic. It just made me smile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6126/1853/1600/darth-tater.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 219px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 216px" height="255" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6126/1853/400/darth-tater.jpg" width="256" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Thats right. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://hasbro.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Hasbro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt; is coming out with a Darth Vader version of Mr. Potato Head dubbed “Darth Tater.” Think there is also a starship trooper!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since my NY Christmas shop seems to be curtailed. My enthusiasm for shopping had died a death~~~Step up Darth Tater!~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must not be so dark, but hey Im British and sarcastic underneath despite looking like a shorter, curvier version of Barbie. (Has its advantages though, when people just presume you have the IQ of a peanut!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6126/1853/1600/funny-stormtroopers-brick-patrol.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6126/1853/200/funny-stormtroopers-brick-patrol.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Oh no I seem to have drifted off with the Force, as I am now finding everything toy/starwars related. I probably will for the next week or so. It would be good if my god kids were boys or my best friend had boys, then I could buy them boy things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;There might be hope though! As one of the yongest girlies of my cousin is showing tom boy tendancies, like I did as a kid. I bought her a tool belt with plastic tools last year that she loved, not in to Starwars or anything Sci-fi yet but there is hope!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the up side ---Up being as far as Scotland--- I might be needed to accompany a Gent to one of his works do’s.&lt;br /&gt;Last time I was up there, I was in Edinburgh with him for the Festival which was fun with all the jazz, comedy and shows----and not forgetting the food!&lt;br /&gt;As of note I loved the Witchery &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thewitchery.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;http://www.thewitchery.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by the Castle (which my friend calls the Big Hotel on the Hill) is a great restaurant in Edinburgh the food was wonderful and we will defiantly be back .&lt;br /&gt;Was a bit worried when it was mentioned as I could just envisage a Halloween inspired theme restaurant and wasn’t very keen, but all my fears where not to be realised as it is quite cosy, elegant in a clandestine way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Well with Christmas on the way hopefully my dark aura will lift with the festive spirit ~~~I live in hope~~~(she says, sarcastically)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18842342-113301686152518694?l=twentyfirstcenturycourtezan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twentyfirstcenturycourtezan.blogspot.com/feeds/113301686152518694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18842342&amp;postID=113301686152518694' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18842342/posts/default/113301686152518694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18842342/posts/default/113301686152518694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twentyfirstcenturycourtezan.blogspot.com/2005/11/darth-tater.html' title='&apos;Darth Tater&apos;'/><author><name>21st Century Courtezan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11855005998290570533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6126/1853/1600/C20%20copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18842342.post-113294777583413016</id><published>2005-11-25T19:40:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-02T23:00:17.276Z</updated><title type='text'>The Darkness are back in town!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6126/1853/1600/esculator.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6126/1853/1600/esculator.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6126/1853/1600/esculator.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6126/1853/400/esculator.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6126/1853/1600/neg.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;The Darkness---Ladies and Gents--- are back in town! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thedarknessrock.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;www.thedarknessrock.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;You have permission to rock and they have bought their pink kiddie train with them for their One way Ticket to hell and Back, with party wigs thrown in for the fun of the fair!!!--- Think you realy had to be there to understand what I am pratlling on about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;I really should stop partying so much, recently its been all packed in to a few short, busy weeks with friends and my dear men are missing me. But as I missed Hallows eve--- I could not give The Darkness a miss, great fun, all candle lit in the VIP area was very cosy despite the chilly Venue (who the hell chose a venue with a demolition floor I would like to know?) The uneven floor was quite literally flooring poor ladies when their heels got stuck in bits of masonry, might put that down to the free bar though as that’s more likely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been a productive few days despite the party animal in me taking over.&lt;br /&gt;Had to take the tube the other day as I was stranded in town after a wonderful night with a gorgeous chap (who had said he would drive me home that’s why I hadn’t taken the car) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;After an emergency morning call he had to rush off and I had refused to take a cab, as I wanted to walk for a bit and to get some fresh air. (So my own silly fault ) I walked for a while but as home was far too far for me to walk I hopped on the tube, only to remember how stuffy the underground was, too late---- at least on the escalators all the gallery’s and theatre posters where an up date, to things I have been missing of late. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6126/1853/1600/Esculator.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6126/1853/320/Esculator.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I really, really should check out some of the galleries in town as some new and interesting exhibits are popping up at the moment, keep on seeing the three emperors one being held at the Royal Academy of Arts &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.royalacademy.org.uk/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;http://www.royalacademy.org.uk/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt; being advertised all over the place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thought to self~~~Must see if I can get one of my dates to take me to the theatre over Christmas~~~mummm?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do I not normally take the tube? Well I tend to walk most distances every chance I get and those too far, I drive. That way in my mind it keeps me happy and content that I do not need to go to the gym as much, also walk up stairs rather than take the lift (elevator) tones up my calves a treat also as my Nan was fond of saying you can catch germs and colds in lifts! Not that I probably would, but that lady walked everywhere and would get off the bus stops early to walk. She had great legs up to the day she died in her 80’s its got to mean something.&lt;br /&gt;Think I will be using the lifts give you a cold excuse too, saves gym fees!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18842342-113294777583413016?l=twentyfirstcenturycourtezan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twentyfirstcenturycourtezan.blogspot.com/feeds/113294777583413016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18842342&amp;postID=113294777583413016' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18842342/posts/default/113294777583413016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18842342/posts/default/113294777583413016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twentyfirstcenturycourtezan.blogspot.com/2005/11/darkness-are-back-in-town.html' title='The Darkness are back in town!'/><author><name>21st Century Courtezan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11855005998290570533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6126/1853/1600/C20%20copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18842342.post-113279345537927993</id><published>2005-11-24T00:47:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-06-14T17:23:45.076+01:00</updated><title type='text'>When the lights went out!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6126/1853/1600/candle%20light2.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6126/1853/400/candle%20light2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6126/1853/1600/candle%20light.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Been a bit lazy recently which was not like me, so for the second time this week I am at home in the evening. Doing the normal housewifely kind of things like the washing up, the laundry and sorting out my knicker draw (which as its four stories draw high, took some doing)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;----------------When the lights went out!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another power cut had descended, it hasn’t happened since last year and this time took the whole street out again.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing for it but to sit it out, should not be too long as normally they have it fixed in an hour or so. I swear there are some guys in the power company that when a guy has a first date, they engineer it so the powers out and the employer of the month can serenade his new date in candle light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So out came the maglite that I keeping my travel bag (which is kept there so I can read on planes without disturbing anyone with the reading light on) was quite eyrie hunting down the candles in my apartment like some torch lit CSI investigation.&lt;br /&gt;Felt a little lost as what to do for a while after I sat down and had assembled candles, could not use the lap top as it was low on power and was running off the mains, the washing machine has stopped, cant make a cup of tea, what’s a girl to do? I caught up on the rest of my book by fire and candle light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6126/1853/1600/C24%20copy.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6126/1853/1600/C24%20copy.3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6126/1853/200/C24%20copy.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Came to question what I would do if the power was off for longer as the heating had gone off too! Could have gone out for a drink with a friend or called an intimate friend and stayed over if I had to. But what would happen if the power went down all over London for more than a couple of hours, does not bear thinking about. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Now have a candle lit written list of supplies I should stock up on, for when the next black out happens.Which hopefully will not happen in a while ---A girl can never be too prepared. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Ohh no I am starting to sound like a paranoid scout or one of those survivalist nuts. Phew the lights are back on! And my heating is restored, thank you to all the night sparks that fiddled with my streets power.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a lighter note I heard today from my web friend that the tinkering they where doing to get my site up was going well. Not that its going to be anything more than a play pen for my alter ego, with a password section for my clients to visit--- but I am excited to see what the web wizards have come up with, after the vid clips, graphics and photos I gave them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;With the world so technically minded at the moment and being a more hands on kind of girl I hope I can cope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18842342-113279345537927993?l=twentyfirstcenturycourtezan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twentyfirstcenturycourtezan.blogspot.com/feeds/113279345537927993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18842342&amp;postID=113279345537927993' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18842342/posts/default/113279345537927993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18842342/posts/default/113279345537927993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twentyfirstcenturycourtezan.blogspot.com/2005/11/when-lights-went-out.html' title='When the lights went out!'/><author><name>21st Century Courtezan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11855005998290570533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6126/1853/1600/C20%20copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18842342.post-113275590645937698</id><published>2005-11-23T14:05:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-12-28T04:03:45.543Z</updated><title type='text'>Chilled to the bone</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6126/1853/1600/rail%20storm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6126/1853/400/rail%20storm.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt; Did I get to go in the end? The Red Bull Snowboard Rail event &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.redbullrailstorm.co.uk"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;www.redbullrailstorm.co.uk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt; in Trafalgar Square? ---No--- would be the answer to that question.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;The American's won, followed by Finland and Sweden if anyone was wondering, no suprise there then.&lt;br /&gt;My companion for on the day was stranded out side the country on some business deal or other and quite frankly even though I did have tickets, with a combination of the cold (which is enough to make a girls nipples frezze at the moment) and the need after a hectic week to spend some much needed lazy time in front of the fire with a good book, thats what I did in the end---so the new boots will have to wait another day for an outing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been thinking more and more of spending some time in LA home of la la land, later next year to defrost from the London chill, which will have set in my bones this winter. I have a few friends out there I need to catch up with and maybe a new friend to meet that has been on the cards for a while.&lt;br /&gt;Also just heard today--- looks like the surf trip is off as well, so no winter sun for me..tut..tut.. men and their business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sure somethings will pop up for Christmas, because as much as I love my family there is no way I am going to spend a frought Christmas with them. Well it is mid week and nothing of note has happend yet, a few business deals have reserfaced but nothing special...&lt;br /&gt;Well a little bird tells me The Darkness are back in town with their 'One Way Ticket to Hell and Back' so maybe that will take the chill off?.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18842342-113275590645937698?l=twentyfirstcenturycourtezan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twentyfirstcenturycourtezan.blogspot.com/feeds/113275590645937698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18842342&amp;postID=113275590645937698' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18842342/posts/default/113275590645937698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18842342/posts/default/113275590645937698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twentyfirstcenturycourtezan.blogspot.com/2005/11/chilled-to-bone.html' title='Chilled to the bone'/><author><name>21st Century Courtezan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11855005998290570533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6126/1853/1600/C20%20copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18842342.post-113241099743143818</id><published>2005-11-19T14:23:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-02T23:30:08.570Z</updated><title type='text'>Non Talkative or mime Courtesan?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6126/1853/1600/Pic%2011.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6126/1853/400/Pic%2011.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6126/1853/1600/Pic%2011.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;    &lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;What can I say about traffic in the last few days would make a Nun blush. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Why oh why when it’s a busy season do they have to dig up the roads. I can understand if the water mains or some such pipe bursts (which down my street took a good week and a bit before they noticed or even did something about) but why all the resurfacing? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;    Has the council suddenly got a job lot of tarmac (asphalt to the American mind) and are in need to spread it round, I just do not get it--- must have spent more time in the last few days just sitting in jams!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;    I still can not workout why all the pipes and cable services are not put under the pavements, in chanells covered by easy access large slab pannels, that could be lifted to gain access. It would save so much time, traffic congestion and materials than to keep digging up the roads on different occasions to lay new pipes ect only to have them dug up again a few months later—It is London all over we are like a patch work road system and just as confuseing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;At least I put aside twice as long to get to the dentist and even then I only just made it. I had to have some dental work done as I haven’t had time to go in the last few months for a check up.Unlike going to other dentists in the past I actually enjoy going to mine, It is a bit like going to a physiatrists I can imagine (haven’t had any reason to need one yet ---touch wood) He chats, we right the world and he is quite funny which is quite a feat for me to keep still when I giggle, soooooo not good when I have a mouthful of dentists fingers. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;All the while in the background he plays jazz which is so relaxing that last time I was there I put myself in to such a meditative state I fell asleep. I always feel a weight has been lifted off my shoulders when I leave and walk around like I am on cloud nine, although that could be the times I have just had aesthetic ~&lt;/span&gt; ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6126/1853/1600/Leather%20Sofa.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6126/1853/320/Leather%20Sofa.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;All seamed to be fine this time, but am dreading it if he has to do anything more serious--- as with such a small face I will probably end up looking like a chipmunk! ---Lovely--- Then I can corner the whole market as a non talkative or mime Courtesan!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Still have not spent anytime updating the wardrobe but as the cold is setting in, I am in dire need of some nice leather boots to keep the tootsies warm. Especialy if I am going to &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6126/1853/1600/Leather%20Sofa.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;be spending the weekend watching red bull snow boarders in Trafalgar Square. &lt;a href="http://www.camvista.com/england/london/trafsq.php3"&gt;www.camvista.com/england/london/trafsq.php3&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18842342-113241099743143818?l=twentyfirstcenturycourtezan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twentyfirstcenturycourtezan.blogspot.com/feeds/113241099743143818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18842342&amp;postID=113241099743143818' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18842342/posts/default/113241099743143818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18842342/posts/default/113241099743143818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twentyfirstcenturycourtezan.blogspot.com/2005/11/non-talkative-or-mime-courtesan.html' title='Non Talkative or mime Courtesan?'/><author><name>21st Century Courtezan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11855005998290570533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6126/1853/1600/C20%20copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18842342.post-113223792605329172</id><published>2005-11-17T14:26:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-02T23:52:35.693Z</updated><title type='text'>Madonna's album launch V UK Music Hall of Fame Induction!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6126/1853/1600/Maddona%20V%20Music%20Hall%20of%20Fame.5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 415px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 112px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="107" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6126/1853/400/Maddona%20V%20Music%20Hall%20of%20Fame.0.jpg" width="408" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Ok I cant work out which was better Madonnas album launch or the UK Music Hall of Fame!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;I havent had such a jam packed two days in a long time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Maddona's album Launch was short but sweet. It was more than sweet it was boogie bliss! Mirror balls exploding over the ceiling of the former Camden Palace which is now Koko’s, it even had a sex toy vending machine in the ladies loos! &lt;a href="http://www.tabooboo.com/Aboutvend.aspx"&gt;www.tabooboo.com/Aboutvend.aspx&lt;/a&gt; How Maddona can you get!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;It was a wonderful show case for her new album &lt;a href="http://www.madonna.com"&gt;www.madonna.com&lt;/a&gt; .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Pitty the poor fans that had to wait outside in sub temperatures and the rain all night to get one of the first 200 free tickets--- But by the sounds of it and looking down from the gods to below they enjoyed every minuite of it! I enjoyed it so much better than her drowned world tour of last--- which was a bit dark, at least she has gone disco and a beat to dance too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;The night after I ended up wisked up to Muswell hill to Alexandra Palace &lt;a href="http://www.alexandrapalace.com"&gt;www.alexandrapalace.com&lt;/a&gt; for the UK Music hall of fame induction awards,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;it was all lit up on top of the hill over looking London .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;It was so cold though that I was glad to get inside.Wow is all I can say what an amazing show by all, in opposite contrast to the brief half hour show the night before this one dragged on a bit--- So it was a relif in the end to get to the bar in the after show party back stage.Thats if you could stand aroungd the bar and not get dizzy as it was revolving! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Slightly more amusing toward the end of the night when people became more tippsy and swaying women had to be held up on the arms of the male by theIr side.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Have to say at this point I think the industry types where all playing it safe wearing black, everyone was black clad like a Jonny Cash convention! So rock and roll they even had a naked platter girl covered in fruit. Have a feeling the week is going to pale in comparison till the next party pops up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Has been mention of VIP passes to Trafalgar squares Red Bull Snowboard event from Mr D on Sunday so maybe I can start my week off all over again, I love the festive time of year so many partys so little time .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Think I will have to spend a day shopping to re fill the party dress draw for up and coming events at this rate!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18842342-113223792605329172?l=twentyfirstcenturycourtezan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twentyfirstcenturycourtezan.blogspot.com/feeds/113223792605329172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18842342&amp;postID=113223792605329172' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18842342/posts/default/113223792605329172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18842342/posts/default/113223792605329172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twentyfirstcenturycourtezan.blogspot.com/2005/11/madonnas-album-launch-v-uk-music-hall.html' title='Madonna&apos;s album launch V UK Music Hall of Fame Induction!'/><author><name>21st Century Courtezan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11855005998290570533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6126/1853/1600/C20%20copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18842342.post-113215584970392673</id><published>2005-11-16T15:11:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-02T23:50:40.990Z</updated><title type='text'>Gallivanting around</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6126/1853/1600/blue%20disco%20dress.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6126/1853/400/blue%20disco%20dress.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6126/1853/1600/blue%20disco%20dress.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Wow what a weekend quite reflective really.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;It was Remembrance day on Sunday for all our armed forces spend the day quietly reflecting, as I have a few family members who are in/have been and died while doing their duty for Queen and Country. Also caught up on some much needed paper work while I had the chance, as I will ont have the chance with the festive season creeping up faster than I expected and with all the gallivanting around I will be up to I might not have had the time this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;I have been all over the place at the moment as you can probably gather and haven’t had time to blog, not even a spare few mins it write on the XDAii when I was out and about!&lt;br /&gt;London is so pretty at the moment with all the Christmas lights out. Love Oxford street not to sure on the Regent Street lights though. Oooh passed 5 Cavendish Square the other day and it seams to have the largest bunch of mistletoe hanging above the door! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Looks like merry Kissmas is starting early in Cavendish Square!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.no5ltd.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;www.no5ltd.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6126/1853/1600/Disco%20ball.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6126/1853/200/Disco%20ball.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Went to a sparkly Album Launch in Camden Last night, met up with some friends I hadn’t seen in a long time and didn’t get home till early this morning! Will post more when I have the time and get a chance to down load some pics, as my camera ended up at my friends and I haven’t had a chance to rescue it yet. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Well have to dash as I am trying to get ready to go out tonight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Off to the UK Music Hall of Fame at Alexandra Palace I go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;According to : &lt;a href="http://www.alexandrapalace.com"&gt;http://www.alexandrapalace.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;‘The UK Music Hall Of Fame - what's it all about? Well, it's a special place that pop stars go when they've been all clever and sold millions of records, influencing music all over the world with their planet-sized talent.’ Last year, The Beatles, Madge, U2, Elvis and other similar pop legends were inducted in the the Hall Of Fame&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rumor is that Pink Floyd - Bob Dylan - The Kinks - The Who - Jimi Hendrix - John Peel -&lt;br /&gt;Joy Division/New Order -and Aretha Franklin are all up for induction&lt;br /&gt;Acts Performing include:&lt;br /&gt;Ozzy Osbourne &amp;amp; Black Sabbath - Alanis Morissette - The Pretenders -&lt;br /&gt;Super Group including Slash - Jamie Cullum - New Order - The Eurythmics More acts to be confirmed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;So all in all it should be a blast of a night! Must remember to take a camera!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18842342-113215584970392673?l=twentyfirstcenturycourtezan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twentyfirstcenturycourtezan.blogspot.com/feeds/113215584970392673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18842342&amp;postID=113215584970392673' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18842342/posts/default/113215584970392673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18842342/posts/default/113215584970392673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twentyfirstcenturycourtezan.blogspot.com/2005/11/gallivanting-around.html' title='Gallivanting around'/><author><name>21st Century Courtezan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11855005998290570533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6126/1853/1600/C20%20copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18842342.post-113182791324311634</id><published>2005-11-12T20:34:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-03T00:27:17.363Z</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Shopping in NY</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6126/1853/1600/NY%20shopping.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6126/1853/400/NY%20shopping.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Had a call today from J he has a friend that’s coming to town at the end of the month and could I keep him company for the weekend?...J is a friend, a nice chap with a big company that when he has a big business deal going on,I seam to be involved to keep his clients happy…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Phone seems to be hot today as straight chatting to J got a call from my model agent with a hurried request for Sunday night, something to do with me, body painted for a party. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Sounded interesting--- a few hours of work, so I said sure why not should be fun. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;ModelAgent always has some fun jobs all pretty unusual and nothing risky that pay well, mostly do them because its fun and worth the strange experience!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;hinking of a weekend away to do my Christmas shopping in New York at the beginning of December, need to get the dreaded pressie shopping topped up in advance, as I have a feeling I will get a few calls and in the end not spend Christmas with the folks but in some exotic clime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;There has been talk of a surfing trip over Christmas with Mr Diamond. He feels the need to learn to surf, God knows why but its just like him to drag me with him.&lt;br /&gt;Last time I was on a board that involved water, it was wind surfing and I ended up far from shore and had to get the life boat to rescue me! This was quite a few years ago and without a sail I cant get too lost---could I ?&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn’t mind brushing up on a few board skills, I can snowboard quite well but that’s on snow, would love a white christmas again. I spent last Christmas in LakeTaho and a day in LA on the way back(left the mountins a day early because a storm was hitting and we didn’t want to get snowed in).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6126/1853/1600/Pic%201%20copy.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6126/1853/400/Pic%201%20copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Stayed over in Santa Monica near the pier, it was a bit strange because it was very windy. Three typhoones or some such had hit the LA coast, a knock on from the sunami that had hit India the day before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;The palm trees where like winscreen washers and the weather was so fowl that I wasn’t expecting it to be so much like the weather I had left in London.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;By morning it was misty and all quite still, I was glad to get back to England&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18842342-113182791324311634?l=twentyfirstcenturycourtezan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twentyfirstcenturycourtezan.blogspot.com/feeds/113182791324311634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18842342&amp;postID=113182791324311634' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18842342/posts/default/113182791324311634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18842342/posts/default/113182791324311634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twentyfirstcenturycourtezan.blogspot.com/2005/11/christmas-shopping-in-ny.html' title='Christmas Shopping in NY'/><author><name>21st Century Courtezan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11855005998290570533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6126/1853/1600/C20%20copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18842342.post-113171950479533513</id><published>2005-11-07T14:26:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-03T00:02:16.083Z</updated><title type='text'>Mrs Ritchie's Disco Balls!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6126/1853/1600/Disco%20balls.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6126/1853/400/Disco%20balls.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6126/1853/1600/Disco%20balls.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Thank Cruncy Its Friday!--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;Not that a weekend means alot to Lazy me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#339999;"&gt;Spent the day not as chilled out as I would have liked. Helping a friend reorganise a kitchen plan for her builders, as the one she had done was dam awful. Why do designers when designing Kitchens always leave out a place to put the bin, and when the mop, broom or hover is kept there too, is there never a cupboard tall enough to put them back in afterward? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#339999;"&gt;And my pet peeve--- Sparks that don’t put sockets high enough up the wall so the cables don’t drag on the counter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#339999;"&gt;It took no genius to realise that there was no space around the Cooker to cook! Would really have loved to install a drying cupboard as she hates dishwashers but she and the builders looked at me strangely when I suggested it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#339999;"&gt;I was Uni with a lot of Finnish girls who where horrified at the sight of a Tea towel, each one spent the first day trying to workout which cupboard was the drying cupboard for the washing up, as they thought drying up with a cloth is unhygienic. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#339999;"&gt;Found out they have cupboards above or by the sink in Finland that washed plates and glasses go straight in to. A drying element inside or a vent from the boiler drip dries them with a slanted plate below that takes away the water .The cutlery,plates and dishes are then kept there till they are needed next! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#339999;"&gt;It is a fantastic idea but I haven’t seen it yet in this country,suppose the dishwasher has taken over in most homes,but still means you have to empty it and put things away if your not lazy that is and leave them in there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6126/1853/1600/Nyotaimori%206.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6126/1853/200/Nyotaimori%206.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;On a positive note spent the rest of the afternoon chatting to a friend over Sushi in town sorting out her life and putting the world to rights between us. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#339999;"&gt;Think from our conclusion we could all do with a little cheering up. Sounds like next week will be fun might even drop in, as a little birdie tells me Mrs Guy Ritchie is in Camden with Disco on her mind. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#339999;"&gt;Grab your Mirror balls lady’s and gents we are in for a sparkly ride !!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18842342-113171950479533513?l=twentyfirstcenturycourtezan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twentyfirstcenturycourtezan.blogspot.com/feeds/113171950479533513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18842342&amp;postID=113171950479533513' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18842342/posts/default/113171950479533513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18842342/posts/default/113171950479533513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twentyfirstcenturycourtezan.blogspot.com/2005/11/mrs-ritchies-disco-balls.html' title='Mrs Ritchie&apos;s Disco Balls!'/><author><name>21st Century Courtezan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11855005998290570533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6126/1853/1600/C20%20copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18842342.post-113243160296658274</id><published>2005-10-19T20:13:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-03-02T23:56:51.793Z</updated><title type='text'>I send for My Whore</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6126/1853/1600/Pic%2012%20copy.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6126/1853/400/Pic%2012%20copy.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6126/1853/1600/Pic%2012%20copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;  Just heard of the new movie with Johnny Depp ‘The Libertine’ about the rake The Earl of Rochester and it reminded me of one of his poems which always struck a perverse cord --- I used to have one of his poems pined to the back of my bedroom door at one time in Collage, just to affront my passing prudish Finnish dorm block. I have no Idea why the Earl of Rochester.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;I was an art student and after an art lecture where a tutor said 'Art was all about shocking people' and getting some sort of reaction. I always stuck things to the back of my door to see what type of reaction I could get. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Mention of Buggery and Whores always seamed to get people hot under the collar! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.translatum.gr/forum/index.php/topic,829.0.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;www.translatum.gr/forum/index.php/topic,829.0.html&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I rise at eleven, I dine about two, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;I get drunk before seven; and the next thing I do,&lt;br /&gt;I send for my whore, when for fear of a clap,&lt;br /&gt;I spend in her hand, and I spew in her lap.&lt;br /&gt;Then we quarrel and scold, 'till I fall fast asleep,&lt;br /&gt;When the bitch, growing bold, to my pocket does creep;&lt;br /&gt;Then slyly she leaves me, and, to revenge the affront,&lt;br /&gt;At once she bereaves me of money and cunt.&lt;br /&gt;If by chance then I wake, hot-headed and drunk,&lt;br /&gt;What a coil do I make for the loss of my punk!&lt;br /&gt;I storm and I roar, and I fall in a rage ,&lt;br /&gt;And missing my whore, I bugger my page. &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6126/1853/1600/rochester.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 290px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 182px" height="187" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6126/1853/320/rochester.0.jpg" width="307" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, crop-sick all morning, I rail at my men,&lt;br /&gt;And in bed I lie yawning 'till eleven again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Jhon Willmot The Earl of Rochester’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18842342-113243160296658274?l=twentyfirstcenturycourtezan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twentyfirstcenturycourtezan.blogspot.com/feeds/113243160296658274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18842342&amp;postID=113243160296658274' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18842342/posts/default/113243160296658274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18842342/posts/default/113243160296658274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twentyfirstcenturycourtezan.blogspot.com/2005/10/i-send-for-my-whore.html' title='I send for My Whore'/><author><name>21st Century Courtezan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11855005998290570533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6126/1853/1600/C20%20copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18842342.post-113242907798237965</id><published>2005-10-10T19:28:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-07-13T14:49:29.053+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Money a Hypnotic Hallucinogen?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6126/1853/1600/money%20header.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;What is with the world? Just because of my profession the few friends that can be trusted to know what I do, tend to think any person I am out with must be paying me to be at their side. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;I have many friends and acquaintances and it is more likely for me to be out on the town and meet up with friends than be with a client. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;My Clients most of the time like me to be their little secret and not share me with the world, unless its as a companion for a ball or some such event. One of my clients was fairly high profile as he put it, loved to sneak out to the cinema with me for the evening casually dressed so I doubt anyone would have noticed us, even my friends! (Who never see me that casual in jeans and a jumper) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;My friends are important to me and questions are bound to pop up every now and then, the human race is an inquisitive species after all. I answer the best I can, but even to my best friend I am discreet, I am not a girl to kiss and tell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;What I do and who I see, is between my guys and me~~ no matter what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Money is a strange commodity a kind of hypnotic mind changer that will make the sanest person &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6126/1853/1600/money%20money.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" height="100" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6126/1853/200/money%20money.jpg" width="116" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;do the most out of the ordinary things (mainly the tabloid kiss and tell girls--- that not being able to keep their legs closed cant seem to keep their mouths closed either) they might look down their noses and get all offended at being called a slut or a whore, but hypocritically get paid in a back handed deceptive way in the end for their bed room antics. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;I cant help think that in some way they are far worse than the occasional desperate street girl, who steals from her punters wallets when their backs are turned?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;I love England, in a world which thinks it is so enlightened, England might seem to be stuck in the past to the outside world? But times are a changing slowly behind the scenes, the government seams to pass changes to the laws and manage in some ways to keep it fairly quiet, with not even the newspapers too bothered to keep the public informed mainly with the sex and related industry’s as far as I can see. While America flourished in the hard core porn industry and so did most of the world and Europe. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;England was left slightly behind till a couple of years ago when soft core was all that could be filmed, as Britain has eventually woken up on the benches and all is being stirred up. Weirdly enough Un like America where prostitution is illegal, Britain and some of Europe have been quietly legal for a long time. In a true English style we just like t be more discreet and British about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Quiet a grey area in theUK, seams Prostitution may be so legal as to the fact you could put it as your occupation on your tax return as occupation, but Soliciting is still illegal—so basically you can sell sex as long as you don’t advertise! That’s Britain down to a T, as long as they get paid tax and its off the streets, not in public view and behind curtains its OK.&lt;br /&gt;Even the licensing laws have changed recently, so that a drinks licence can not be lost any more if a venue serves a known prostitute.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;—And to think my American friend recently thought British laws where archaic,I think it is all &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6126/1853/1600/clapper%20board.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 53px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 84px" height="149" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6126/1853/200/clapper%20board.jpg" width="94" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;rather strange that as long as all is filmed on camera and your getting paid just for that---It is alright to go like the clappers---but take away the camera and ---CUT---your in trouble girl no wonder my American sisters get harassed so much I thought England had loopy law, but it just goes to show ‘’Only in America’’&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18842342-113242907798237965?l=twentyfirstcenturycourtezan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twentyfirstcenturycourtezan.blogspot.com/feeds/113242907798237965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18842342&amp;postID=113242907798237965' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18842342/posts/default/113242907798237965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18842342/posts/default/113242907798237965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twentyfirstcenturycourtezan.blogspot.com/2005/10/money-hypnotic-hallucinogen.html' title='Money a Hypnotic Hallucinogen?'/><author><name>21st Century Courtezan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11855005998290570533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6126/1853/1600/C20%20copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18842342.post-113164936085881676</id><published>2005-10-01T18:48:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-06-14T17:52:19.346+01:00</updated><title type='text'>---Well it was bound to happen sooner than later</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6126/1853/1600/Naked%20oil%20body.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#339999;"&gt;---&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am truly falling out of the closet and on to the band wagon of bogging&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#339999;"&gt;Before you say Oh no not another one. Here I am falling out of the Closet Labelled Courtesan rather than hiding in it, like I have been for quite some time. I am British after all, we are supposed to be reserved aren’t we? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#339999;"&gt;Oh all right im an artist too which makes me fall in to the eccentric English mould as well---Saying that,being all mad and British it probably makes me a Courtezan in stead of the French courtesan? ~~~if I want to be English and Shakespearian about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6126/1853/1600/Top.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6126/1853/1600/Top.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6126/1853/1600/Top.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6126/1853/320/Top.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;One of my Long term gentleman friends has well and truly put ideas in my head recently Im as he calls it, his ‘’21st Century Courtezan’’ (Hence my dally on the net) I have been around the pond so to speak just been little more of a secrete playmate than most I suppose and before you ask, my clients and I have a mutual agreement where I am financialy compensated for my companionship, most of the time in currency and on the odd occasion in Carats and Gems from Mr Diamond the miner I holiday with from South Africa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#339999;"&gt;Normaly a day or two or a long weekend and in some cases a week or two to exotic climes if Im a lucky Lady! I have always thought of myself as a Gentleman’s Companion although where the line between Escort and Courtesan blurs is always a mystery,although in this age of business where money seems to be an all powerful pull it is starting to look like the buck and not the brain, is what in the end defines us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been a paid companion for a while and as I gained an affluent friend from here and there along the way, I seem to be passed on from one Friend to the other (as sort of boys club recommendation trophy) I really don’t mind. I do get to choose who I care to accompany and with my incompliance to general monogamy it suits me to a T. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#339999;"&gt;All the fun and none of the relationship hassle. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is now to the point I have a few gentlemen companions that compensate me for my time quite adequately to the end that I can do what I please, when I want to.It has opened up a whole new world for me, where I can travel and work on what I chose and is a great weight off my mind to be financially stable at last .&lt;br /&gt;---Any how getting back to the point,Mr T (one of my long term, shall we say lovers?) loves web sites, Hes in I.T and must spend only god knows how long wandering through sites day in and day out.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;To the point that he thinks I should have one too,will give me the money for a site build just so he can see what I will do? Mummm ‘like I really have the time’ I said. But I have to confess it does sound like a laugh, not really to advertise with more as my own private gallery to play with. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#339999;"&gt;The artist in me hasn’t had a chance to play in a while.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#339999;"&gt;Might even get a chance to use the photo shoot I did at the Saatchi in Richard Wilson’s 20:50 &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6126/1853/1600/Oil%201.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6126/1853/320/Oil%201.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6126/1853/1600/Opps%20---wetwipes%20anyone-.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----I try not to desecrate art as a whole if I can help it, this was the first time I promise and I did leave it as I found it (minus a few drops of oil I suppose), but the opportunity arose and I couldn’t help but wander what it felt like to roll around naked in black oil(not to mention £300,000 worth of art! )&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6126/1853/1600/Oil%202.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6126/1853/320/Oil%202.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#339999;"&gt;It was soft and warm on the top, cold toward the bottom and very very slippery! Must have spent a fortune in wet wipes~~ two days after I still smelled like a petrol forecourt! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#339999;"&gt;Ahhh what a &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6126/1853/1600/Oil%20copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;girl will do in the name of her art.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18842342-113164936085881676?l=twentyfirstcenturycourtezan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twentyfirstcenturycourtezan.blogspot.com/feeds/113164936085881676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18842342&amp;postID=113164936085881676' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18842342/posts/default/113164936085881676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18842342/posts/default/113164936085881676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twentyfirstcenturycourtezan.blogspot.com/2005/10/well-it-was-bound-to-happen-sooner.html' title='---Well it was bound to happen sooner than later'/><author><name>21st Century Courtezan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11855005998290570533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6126/1853/1600/C20%20copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
