Absolutely Fabulous, well maybe not anymore.

Absolutely Fabulous, well maybe not anymore.

Absolutely Fabulous has got to be one of my favorite shows, I mean the scenes of Patsy wiping her nose would have me in stitches. So, when I saw there was a new season, I slapped on the p-jammies, grabbed a tub of B&J-Cherry Garcia, downloaded the new episode, fluffed the pillow, and readied myself to fall of the bed in hilarity. Only, that isn’t what happened, it was more like watching a train wreck, and not being able to look away. I sort of laughed, because there was nothing else to do, my ice cream melted because I was eating it so slowly, more a repetitive movement-spoon to mouth-pause-stare at screen-shake head in disbelief-put spoon in bowl-repeat. Dear god! Have we all aged so much?!

Patsy looks about as white as the coke she was so famed for snorting. Edina’s face has stopped moving all together, not to mention, she has put on a few pounds, but haven’t we all? Saffy, has wrinkles, and Bubbles is way too old to continue being called Bubbles. Over all, I felt the everybody was just going through the motions, and locked into character that 10 years ago were funny, but now are just tired.

Ok, I am off to watch episode 2, I just can’t help it. All that botox in one room is too much to resist.

Another Satisfied Customer

Another Satisfied Customer

To say I like Dom is a wee bit of an understatement, I just love the idea of coming up with creative ways to push someones limits, it just appeals to my inner sociopath, it make me feel all warm and cuddly. I will lay in bed at night and devise wickedly delightful things to do to my subs. I was once told by one young man, I was inspired.

I was in Kilkenny getting more and more frustrated by the minute, because the phone was NOT ringing, I mean it was so quiet, I called myself a couple of time to check it was working, yup it was fine, but I wasn’t. I was loosing the will to live as a good friend of mine would say. I packed my bags and headed to Dublin, well we all know how inundated Dublin is with pussy for sale, so I figured my chance of doing much of anything was at best slim, and worst none. So, checked into my apartment, and waited, the phone started to ring, SHOCK. OMG, I had clients calling me! WOW!

Well, to make a long story short, I had one particular gentlemen call who surprisingly enough made my day. He wanted corporal punishment, ok fair enough, I have 2 riding crops, 1 cane , 2 flogs-one large, one small, 1 paddle, and a horse hair whisk. No problem I said. Well, he asked if he could bring his own cane. Ok, impressive! I like a man who knows what he wants to be beaten with, that way we both know the experience will be a fulfilling one.

Well, here are the results of that encounter. He happily skipped home, and called the next day for another session, unfortunately I had already left town.