Well no posts and no work for a week - I'm off to spend a lovely week being the real me with my boyfriend and not worrying about money and work and whoring myself out!

Got guy number 2 ... we'll call him D1 practically as soon as I get back, but he's nice and civilised and fairly rich, might be in for an extra tip or two from him which will pay the rent for the week I get back.

Also think I'll have a booking from a guy called D2 (yeah I am imaginative!) pretty much as soon as I get back, three times he's tried to book my services and three times I've not been able to fit him in - now I realise with things like hairdressers you want the guys who can't see you for ages coz it means they're good, but does that extend to prostitutes? Anyway, maybe it'll be 4th time lucky with this chap.

So see you all when I come home.

Andrea x

So there was me yesterday afternoon preparing for the man we will call Fish when my boyfriend came home - EARLY!!! Now normally when he comes home unexpectedly I'm delighted so I think he wondered what was wrong when I suddenly went a bit white ... luckily I'd not got as far as getting tarted up or there really would have been some explaining to do!

Anyway I made an excuse to pop back to the office and emailed "Fish" to tell him my mum had come round unexpectedly - luckily he was happy with that but said he'd really like me to go over after my mum had left ... well what could I say?

Later that evening my boyfriend had to go and play for his sports team so I knew I'd be able to get over to see Fish (he's a 45 minute drive away) do the biz and then hopefully dip myself in the pool before heading home and saying I'd popped out for a swim.

Well it all went quite well really - legged it out the door 10 minutes after my boyfriend, drove well over the speed limit to the town between the Fish's and mine, dropped into a supermarket loo to put my face on and arrived only 15 minutes later than I'd said I would (well 3 hours and 15 minutes but I explained the 3 hours earlier!) As before Fish was friendly, sweet and polite, not at all pervy and very complimentary. Unfortunately I had to strip to Simply Red but there you go hazard of the job I guess! We were finished within 50 minutes and after a wee chat about his ex wife and girlfriend I was dressed and back in the car.

So I got to the pool and the buggers wouldn't let me in even though it was ages to closing. Then I remembered I had to go back to the supermarket, while there I lost my key and while frantically running round panicing my boyfriend rang me again to say he'd got home from his game early and was wondering where I was!

Eventually I got back to my office, had a quick wash with freezing water and paper towels (we didn't do anything too gross but another guy had been licking bits of my chest which my boyfriend might want to lick later!) and finally burst into the house with a dry swimming costume, a full face of make-up (apart from lippy) and a manic look about the eyes ... and my dear sweet boyfriend just told me how sexy I looked - how bloody guilty did I feel?! ... I told him I'd gone to the gym but had forgotten my card (which was actually true) and then just gone to the supermarket to kill a bit of time - funny til I started doing this I'd never ever told him a lie now I seem to be sneaking around like a dishonest, cheating liar every day, I'm not enjoying that bit and I can't wait til we've put down a deposit on a house and I can stop all this skulking about.

Anyway, it was including the rushing about and travelling about 2 hours of my life and I am able to give my boyfriend £100 towards our credit card bill so I suppose we are that tiny bit more closer to our dream than we were this time yesterday.

So guy number one just emailed me and asked if I'd like to work for him this afternoon, a striptease, just an hour and a wee bit of relief, might not be too horrendous after all I know where he lives and I'm pretty certain he's not the bludgeoning, torturing rapist my next new guy could be - I've been reading about serial killers lately, it's like some sort of morbid fascination, I just accidentally chanced upon an article and though it terrified me I couldn't stop reading, and then I read about more and more and now I'm having nightmares and cold shivers - not a wise thing for a person with a soft disposition to be thinking about even if I had a safer kind of job!

So yep we've got a load of bills to pay and I know roughly who this chap is so why not, he's charming and polite and just confessed he was very nervous last time ... so thats where I picked it up from!  And to be honest I thought I'd messed up last time so it's nice to get a second chance, I mustn't have come across as quite as nervous as I really was!

Maybe I'll name the fellas so I can remember them better in my blogs and so you can build up a picture - though of course I wouldn't tell you anything that would identify them! - This one can be called Fish ...I know why, you just have to come up with your own conclusions!

Oh dear I've a dreadful back-ache ... I hope I can manage the old sexy strip routine ... what will I wear? Oh Gosh do you think all prozzies have to go through this much stress and organisation before a job?

Maybe I'll wrote tomorrow - have a nice Easter Monday those of you lucky enough to be off work.

You are a rude, ignorant prick. It really is no wonder your wife doesn't want to shag you and you have to pay women just to get a look at a nice pair of tits. I wouldn't let you book me if you were the last punter on Earth and the repo-men were breaking down my door.

Do you honestly think I'd ensconce myself in a hotel room with a man who is so pushy and demanding before even meeting me? I have other men falling over themselves with politeness and compliments, I have never met a man so arrogant and rude as you, you really do think you are God.

Well let me tell you Colin the Celtic supporter you may be offering to pay for my services, but I am the one with the skills, I am the one who can say "no" and that's exactly what I am saying now!

Good grief you'd probably try and attack me physically if you are so bolshy in your emails - unless of course like all bullies you'd just cower and submit when cornered! I'm guessing you are a sad, pathetic little time-waster sat behind your computer with your pants round your ankles, you probably don't even have a wife, but if you do my God I pity her!

So my dear Colin Bhoy, no I will not be sending you any pictures other than the normal marketing shots everyone gets and everyone until now has been happy with. Nor will I ever be meeting you or giving you any kind of service what-so-ever, and you'd better hope we don't ever accidently meet because you are exactly the type of bloke that if I do meet I get angry with, I don't like bullies, I don't like wife-beaters (and I bet you are) and I most certainly don't like bolshy little know it all pricks who are usually middle-management, "look at me, everyone said I'd never make it" little toss-pots and when Soapy Suzie comes across them she avoids them and when Andrea Martin comes across them she humiliates them.

You have been warned, so leave me alone and crawl off back under your slimy little stone and if you are serious about paying for sex find some poor streetwalker from Aberdeen's harbour who needs the money so badly she'll put up with your arrogance and obvious inferiority complex!

Of course what I actually wrote was "no you can't have any more pictures, go away and buy a magazine and please don't waste any more of my time" - oh dear sometimes it almost hurts to be all Britishly polite!

How old are you? 29

Are you in love? yes

With who? my boyfriend

Do you have any children? no

What would make you the happiest? having a house with no mortgage!

Do you have any dreams that have already came true? yes a few

Do you own or rent your apt/house? a bit of both!

Do you like your job? what the escort stuff ... well I'd give it up if I could afford to but it's not as horrendous doing it as it is the thought of doing it - rather like a tax return!

What is it? call girl - whore - prostitute - escort - or Soapy Suzie's Exotic Cleaning Services if you want to use the full name!

What makes you feel good about your self? my boyfriend and a good work out and my pets

What is the worst job you have ever had? Well I suppose some would say this one or cleaning toilets in a hospital but to me the worst job was working in a nursing home I hated every second!

How long did you work there? about a week I think

Who is the one person in your life you can trust with any thing? my pal Stevie or my granddad

How long have you known them? Stevie about 4 years and granddad about 8 years (he's a kind of step-grandparent!)

What is one thing you want to do before you die? know that I have been truely happy and lived a fulfilling life

Do you hate surveys that ask about your fav. stores? yes I do!

Are you generaly a happy person? I was but I've been a bit of a gurny old bitch lately

What annoys you the most in people? them getting into my "space"

How many people do you love with all your heart? well my boyfriend ... that's it I think but there's plenty who get a big chunk of my heart!

Have you done anything intresting so far this year? I should imagine so!!!

Do you like to go for walks? yes

What kind of activites do you like to do when you have spare time? swimming and sports

Are you a neat freak? I never used to be but lately I've been a bit distressed by mess I think it's coz I've lost a wee bit of control in other areas of my life!

What bothers you the most if its not clean? phones - I've got this thing about public phones or even using them in other people's offices!

What is your favorite kind of candy? buttons or maltesers

What was the happiest moment of your life to date? pukey though it seems probably a week away with my boyfriend last year where we spent a lot of time on the beach and walking our dogs.

How many times have you said "I love you" and meant it? what today? three times - twice to my boyfriend and once to my rabbit!

Do you owe any one money? yep the bank, the student loans people and the tax man!

I've been very snappy at my poor boyfriend lately, I think I'm feeling guilty and subconciously trying to put the blame on him that I've taken to whoring out my body.

Obviously he's not at all to blame, he'd be horrified if he knew what I was up to and he works hard to pay for our future - it's not really his fault we spend over £60 per week on petrol and hundreds on gas, electric, rent, insurance, student loans and even bloody food now all the prices are going up!

He's also told me he'd be happy to live forever in our tiny little home if it meant being with me, but I'm going crazy with the lack of space and it always seems to be untidy because there's too much stuff and not enough cupboards! We've not even got hot water at the moment because the boiler's blown - it's a wash in the sink from water out the kettle or a trip to the gym to use the showers there at the moment (so I'm spending a lot of time at the gym!)

I don't know I kind of figured I'd sell my body a few times and hey presto we'd have a house, but obviously it's not going to work like that - got to pay off the overdraft first. My wages are doing that slowly though and the ill-gotten money's going to the bills. It'll still take time, but maybe only a year instead of the four we'd anticipated.

I'm wondering about what my boyfriend will think when I give the whoring up, I'm hoping I'll have a pay rise in the day job by then but it's unlikely to be an extra £100 - £200 a week, he's not noticed the extra money but maybe he'll notice it when it goes ... oh well thats a bridge I'll cross when I get there!

Got some good feedback today, a "thank you" note from Saturday's visit, telling me once again how beautiful I am and that he'd like to meet again in 4 weeks time - it'd be nice to build up a few regulars who I know won't beat or rape or murder me. See them each once a month - yeah that'd be a good way to earn my keep.

So I saw the married guy yesterday - decided I was simply offering a service, it was him cheatng on his wife not me and I was NOT going to feel guilty! (But I was relieved to see two single beds in their bedroom all the same!)

I wasn't at all nervous this time, just told myself he obviously wanted me or he wouldn't be paying and I am obviously worth paying for ... I've repeated that mantra since the last time and it must have worked coz I just went right in there and took control.

And just like the last he was an absolute honey, very sweet, very polite - happy to chat about the price of petrol etc. and just kept gazing at me as if he was the luckiest guy alive! Infact I'm not sure I'm normally told how gorgeous I am as many times in a month as I was in an hour yesterday afternoon. He just kept saying "wow" a lot and he's definately going to book me again (so long as I'm willing - so polite!)

Anyway, again nothing too gross, I did kiss him which I really didn't like, not kissed a man other than my boyfriend since we started going out but I figured it's real life not "Pretty Woman" so I just got on with it and thought of my bloke's face when we can finally afford a house. Other than that it was a massage, a hand-job and posing with my tummy sucked in a lot while he looked on in admiration - not really a bad way to earn £100 in an hour.

The money's spent already - had to pay for electric and gas this week (wish I could afford a windmill!) but it was nice being able to just about afford to pay for it without putting it on the credit card! I think I'll probably be doing an hour or two a week from now on - might as well while I've still got the sort of body that make's middle aged blokes jaws drop! - wish it worked for my boyfriend as well!!!

So anyway I'd better go back to my real life again - back to £9 an hour in an office for the next few days, it does seem a very paltry sum compared to my other job doesn't it?!

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So I've still not done any slutty work since last Thursday but I'm almost certainly working on Saturday and I've got a couple of serious enquiries.

I've decided I think I'll stick to guys over 45 - firstly they seem to be the most respectful and polite, I just got an email saying; "I can't tell you how excited I am to meet you" the Thursday guy said stuff along those lines too. The older guys also seem to be less into the pervy stuff and more into wanting to see a nice young pair of boobies that still point upwards and they seem less inclined to time-waste - I've had quite a few young men who seem to be trying to "court" me, not sure if thats coz they want a freebie or because they're just a bit sad - coz remember these guys haven't met me or seen me, they've just "fallen" for me - oh dear!

There is however one young guy who I genuinely like, I've broken my rules with him and e-chatted about ordinary, mundane stuff "what course is it you're doing? / how was work? / what did you study at uni?" etc. very unproffessional and he knows I do rude stuff for money only and there's no chance of a "relationship" but it's a shame I met him how I did coz I reckon we could have been mates and I know my boyfriend would get on with him ...so thats another reason I've gone off young men - supposing I fancied him as well as liked his personality, what a pickle that would be!

Then of course there's the risk of young men knowing my boyfriend or me and as I seem to have a lot of interest from guys of 45 - 55 I don't really need to take the risks I would be with young guys ... oh yeah and there's more chance of me being able to beat up an older guy if things got sticky.

So yep at the moment I'll stick to the guys of my dad's age, I like older men anyway, they're more "real" and less image orientated - but I just know every single one's gonna make me listen to Simply Bloody Red - Yuck!!!

So gonna see the man with the wife on Saturday - I'll try not to shake with nerves this time!

A 2pm booking - £145 agreed upfront for one hour's work ... basically posing in undies, letting him look at my bits and a handjob.

I was reading in a magazine last night about a girl who was a streetwalker because she'd "accidently" got hooked on heroin - she was giving blowjobs for £10 and needless to say ended up getting attacked and raped with a knife to her throat.

I hope I don't get attacked, I mean I'm pretty sure I'd be OK if someone tried to attack me coz I am pretty tough if I have to be, you see I'm not a very fast runner so I learned young that if I'm scared of someone I have to scare them more and when I've had to defend myself in the past (ie. when out in pubs!) big blokes have ended up chucked across the room with everyone looking awed and me wondering how on Earth it happened - but then in past situations I've not been naked but for a pair of stillettos!

I also have my security checks too which the guys are aware of so I suppose I'm not in the danger a girl on the street is in, but it was still worrying to read!

Anyway I wasn't going to write about that poor girl getting attacked, I was meant to be writing about the oral for £10 ... imagine being that desperate for cash?! I got £95 for about 2 minutes of giving with a condom on on Thursday, it was safe, clean, warm and quite pleasant and dignified, but I wouldn't have done it for less than £95 that's for sure!

But then I was wondering about the guys, coz at the end of the day getting your dick sucked is surely gonna feel the same for £95 as it does for £10 ... infact for £10 you probably won't be forced into wearing a condom! And OK I know I am clean and respectible and able to hold an intellegent conversation - but well so long as your street hooker's not got cold-sores, you won't catch anything from her and lets face it I might have a degree and a wee bit of knowledge about politics but I'm not gonna be able to prove it with my mouth full! ... I wonder why they pay me £85 more than her - just so they can do it infront of their own fire and look at my pretty lingerie? Wow some men have more money than sense - not that I'm complaining of course!

An enquiry I got from a married man:

I don't mislead people or mess them around. I am 100% honest and genuine ... Oh yes and my wife is often not around so arranging a discreet session at my house shouldn't be too much of a problem..

Is paying  a prostitute to come and service you behind your wife's back no longer dis-honest?

Yeah actually thinking about it, if my boyfriend wasn't getting what he needs from me (which he is I hasten to add, I never shy away from my duties!) I'd much rather he visited a prozzie than took a lover. I bet I'm more at risk of being attacked by a jealous wife than a punter aren't I ... oh God what am I doing? I hate you Alistair Darling!!!

Hello Blog-friend(s),

Apparently it's organise your home office day today! Well sounds like fun - except I never use my "office" at home, it's my boyfriend's territory despite me being the one who actually needs an office! Never mind I've got one at work and it's practically my home anyway - maybe today I'll organise my office home instead!

I've not really got a lot to say on the "whore"-front, I've got about 8 blokes waiting for a reply but I've gone and got cold feet - which is a bit stupid really as I actually felt dead elated when I finished my "shift" on Thursday night - it was nice being able to afford to pay for stuff for once!

It's just I'm so scared my man won't understand, we did discuss it and he said he didn't have a problem with jealousy but he didn't want me to do it incase I got attacked. I know if he found out his problem would be that I lied to him, but I'm a big believer in what someone doesn't know, doesn't hurt them - to tell him in order that I'm not lying would I assume be more cruel because it'd be rubbing his face in it that other people are ogling his girlfriend while he works 24 hours overtime a week in order to pay for our future.

I also know if I told him he would feel bad for me being "undignified" to earn money for us both and would insist on taking even more overtime, which is hardly fair on him - oh dear, I guess I'd better get onto those 8 guys and just make damned sure I don't get caught!

It doesn't help that I feel unnattractive at the moment, I'm sure I don't look any different, but I feel unsexy and I've got a fair few plukes (probably coz I'm stressing out) at this moment in time I wouldn't pay me £45 - £95 per hour to strip and I just couldn't bear to turn up and a guy to tell me I'm a dog and to bugger off!

Does anyone know how to make yourself feel sexy? Coz I know if I feel sexy I will be sexy but it's just so hard getting motivated and feeling good this week!

Ah well back to the day-job ... I'm compiling a CD today - not nearly as fun as it sounds!

The Last Person You...

thought about? my flatmate

Looked at?  a collegue

said I love you to? my sister

hugged? my boyfriend (or my pet rabbit!)

kissed? my boyfriend (I don't think I kissed the rabbit!)

hurt? don't know, I try not to hurt people - probably my boyfriend?

Shared a secret with? you!!!

watched a movie with? gosh not seen a film in ages - should think it was my boyfriend though

couldn't stop thinking about? don't know I'm not really an obsessive kind of person

In your family...

Who makes you laugh? my big stupid dog!

Who makes you cry? my boyfriend

Who is strict? well my parents were both very strict but as I've not lived with them for over 10 years I don't consider them immediate family anymore - my "family" of boyfriend, flatmate and pets is very laid back.

Who is laid back see above! but I'd say my boyfriend is the most laidback ... unless you count the girl cat!

Who makes you think? everybody and everything!

Who will do anything for you? the big stupid dog's mum (the small bitch!) and my boyfriend and probably my flatmate if I asked her.

Have you ever?

been skinnydipping? yes

Made a friend mad? of course

gotten a detention? many years ago yes

gotten expelled? not from school

threw popcorn in a movie theatre? no I was bought up to have more respect than that!

been on stage? not since school

seen a famous person? yes

been pantsed by a friend? I've no idea what that means but I'm gonna guess it's the same as a wedgie? - in which case yes of course.

lost your voice? surely everyone has at some point?

You are...

best at?... getting my own way apparently!

worst at?... losing - oh I'm a dreadfully bad looser!

Random

profession? appart from call girl you mean? I'm a manger for a manufacturing firm

best friend? my boyfriend and my housemate

Favorite movie star? I'm not sure I have one particular favourite

idol? my idol? I suppose it'd have to be Sir David Attenborough - he's really lived life to the full

hair color? blonde, black or brown depending on my mood!

favorite movie? I don't have one favourite but I could watch Ali G in da house over and over!

have you ever been in LOVE? yes

favorite color? pink I think but then I change my mind so often!!!

have you ever done a bad impersonation of Arnold Scshwartsenagger no my imersonations are always great - hasta la vista baby lol!

best memory? I think it was breakfast with my boyfriend a wee while after we'd met and we had bacon sandwiches on the beach and I remember thinking that life was absolutely perfect.

worst memory? telling a stupid lie when I was about 12 years old and the lie got me in so much trouble which I would never have got into if I'd told the truth, I think that was the last time I told a "pointless" lie to my parents.

favorite band? I've a lot of faves - I suppose Queen rock though, they've been around forever!

can you do the worm? I might be able to if I knew what it was!

did you like this survey? It was OK but I didn't understand all the questions!

Feel a bit bad for not calling the £75 an hour guy yesterday - I wasted a bit of money on Friday, took the boyfriend out and bought some new clothes (admittedly they were very cheap made by slave kids in China or something and I did need them, but even so I am still meant to be saving for a house.)

Back at the very respectable day job today, in 2 hours early as usual and meant to be catching up on the work I missed last Thursday but instead I am listening to the radio and writing this. Apparently a million pounds is no longer enough to fund the "millionaire lifestyle" ... apparently we need economists to tell us this - I could have told you that, a crappy cardboard Barratt house is worth a quater of a million for a start!

Anyway, I'd better get back to it, I've 2 reports need writing up before 9am and I want to be well on my way to cornering the Irish market before the boss comes in at 10am.

Have a good week readers - I know you're out there (I checked my stats!!!)

So I was away from my desk not murdered by my first client. Incase anyone out there is reading this and was worrying - hmmmmm OK wishful thinking but this is MY brain and anything goes!

So my first client - well ... Oh he was lovely, honest he was a real sweetie. He was dead shy and nervous - so was I, I was actually shaking!!! But I was with him less that 45 minutes, I didn't do anything too disgusting or even what I'd consider cheating really, he didn't even see my flower and I got £95 cash in hand - not bad really!

Even when I consider I'd spent £53 plus £18 lost wages preparing for my first job I still got £24 for prancing around in my knickers for half an hour and it's not like I'll have to pay the £53 again for a while (new knickers and suspenders, stockings and fuck-me shoes!) and I wanted the nice pretties anyway - my boyfriend liked them too and he saw what was underneath!

I'm meant to be doing 4 hours for a bloke today but I'm hung over and can't be arsed, I'd rather stay home and play with my pets, wash the dishes and generally laze today so I've given the bloke til 9am to give me his contact details or I'm not going - it's 5 past now ... better check my email!

Oh bugger he's not emailed - shame coz that guy was £75 per hour before tips but then I did feel he wanted what I wasn't prepared to give so I did advise him to find an escort agency - however he told me he wanted class and stuff, must have been keeping his options open.

Well that's me off the hook - better court another few guys next week but for today I'm going to have a nice lazy Sunday and possibly be sick coz my hangovers getting worse!

By the way do I have any readers yet?

Well not quite a hooker per se ... but almost. I'm gonna get paid for blokes to leer at me and if the money's right I'm not going to turn down the occasional hand-job!

Now what makes a well educated, fairly prudish, very in love, almost 30 year old turn to turning tricks for cold hard cash? I hear you ask! I'll tell you ... the Government!!!

I have lived 10 years in poverty, I unfortunately had fairly well off parents who it was deemed by the government would pay my university fees - but I was bought up not to be a parasite. I paid my own way from the age of 14 when I got my first job, I wasn't about to start begging off my parents when I left home ... so I got into debt instead.

Now I have finally paid off almost all of my debt and am ready to start living life and I see petrol prices rocketing, house-prices at ridiculous levels and I've bad credit so getting a mortgage is going to be pretty tough anyway.

My mother always said work hard at school and you'll play the rest of your life - yes that seemed to be true then but it's not now. I work and I work and I work and I work and I live in a shitty little rented place and the tax man takes a quarter and the student loans guys take a load and the national insurance takes tons and yet I've never had anything back for it - I don't have kids, when I was ill one time I couldn't work out how to claim benefits because I was required to attend my job centre but was obviously too ill so I stayed in bed and got deeper into debt for a couple of months before going out and getting a new job that would pay sick pay if it happened again.

I really don't get it, how do other people manage? I see people with crap jobs or no jobs and loads of kids smoking and going out and buying all that unhealthy expensive food and I just can not understand how they survive!

Anyway, I can just about survive now I'm almost debt free but at this rate I'll never have my own home or even be able to rent somewhere nice, I'll not have anything in my retirement and I'm going to spend my entire life working like an ant to pay for all those people with kids to get family credits or whatever is paying for their expensive cigarettes!

So that's why I'm gonna start exposing my body for cash - but I'm scared, very, very scared! I'm scared I'll get attacked, I'm scared my boyfriend will find out and not understand, I'm scared my family will find out and disown me and I'm scared I'd lose my job if it ever got out what I do on the side AND I'm not 100% sure of the law - I don't think it's illegal to show off your bits for cash in privacy without a licence - but then I don't fancy telling the tax man and I'm not absolutely sure I'm not soliciting!

Oh well first punter's at 5pm tonight - I'll let you know how it goes (hopefully!)

So this is me.

A person, who wants a therapist but not only can't afford one, but also would be far too embarrassed and scared to tell another person about me face to face.

I'm female, late 20's, fairly well educated, attractive underneath a layer of dirt and crappy clothes, extremely eccentric and actually a bloody nice person, though you may begin to wonder as you read all about me - I suppose I am mis-understood, there's them who consider me a saint and those who think of me as wicked ... I'm neither I can assure you of that!

I am in love and loved by the one person who truely loves me and who knows and understands everything about me, but I am about to venture into something I do not want to share with him for fear of hurting him and so I will be unburdening myself to you - I hope you don't mind!

My blog will be filled with personal stuff and adult content, so if you're easily offended please look away now. I will swear, I will rant and I will fill page after page with badly informed, self righteous, opinions that I feel and believe. I'm not really overly prejudiced or racist but I may somedays say things that are - I don't know, it's the future - tomorrow may never even dawn but if tomorrow does dawn and the tomorrow after that and so on, and if I feel the urge to write about the happenings of tomorrow then I should think my writings will at some point offend ... I do hope so anyway!

So that's it for today, a brief introduction to myself - if you'd like to know more please ask in a comment, however I'm sure I'll fill you in as my blog progresses.