Byeeeee (again)

GMM 10th Anniversary Ticket
GMM 10th Anniversary Ticket

Well, folks, this is your lot for a few days. Tomorrow morning, I drive down to Dawn’s and we panic trying to figure out how to split no more than 30kg of camping equipment and strong alcohol between us (silly Ryanair luggage limits). Then, off to Belgium via Holland.

I’ll try to convince her that it’s important I get back in one piece. Mainly because I’ll be the one driving us home from the airport. I’ve been checking the insurance policy and it excludes “claims arising from any activity which requires a degree of skill or involves a greater risk”. Does this include moshing? If anyone asks, I fell down some stairs…

Coursework 1 is almost done. Work’s dead today, so I’ve been pulling together most of the stuff I have to do and, when it’s all in one place, it’s not that much. I’ll panic over the maths when I return.

Gym at 12:00, lunch straight after, head for site at 1:30 and – if I’m lucky – home a little early depending on how things go there. Holiday is so close!

Before any of you ask, no you can’t have a postcard. 1) I’ll be on a campsite. 2) the last time I was on hols and sent postcards, two out of the 18 I posted actually arrived. You can, however, sit in your offices and homes and wish you were there with me. That is allowed.


Don’t you hate it when you’ve just clipped your fingernails, they’re all lovely and neat… and then you realise you can’t reach that huge crusty snotter right at the back of your nose? Your finger just seems to glide over the top, pushing it deeper and liquefying is so it either goes down the back way or mushes up and makes a mess of your hanky.

Just me, eh?

Leave them alone!!!

There’s a story on BBC News today about a former prostitute being stripped of her earnings. Now, don’t get me wrong – I’ve never used a prostitute, nor do I think I ever will.

However, why on earth can’t they do their job and be left in peace? This girl came over here as a kid, set herself up and bought a flat with nearly a £500,000 deposit. In cash. She went on to set up “escort” services employing at least 45 other women at one time. They reckon she’s got upwards of £1.2 million stashed away that they’re going to try and get back.

Now… why? My only quibble (assuming the girls themselves made a decent living and were safe) is that she might not have paid tax. Thing is, if she did they’d be asking where she got the money from.

Will someone explain why prostitution is such a difficult job to have? As far as I’m aware, being a prostitute in and of itself is not illegal. It’s a woman’s right to do what she wants with her body, and if a man (or another woman) wants to pay to make use of those services then so what?

The thing is, everything surrounding prostitution is illegal. Kerb crawling. Soliciting (i.e. advertising). Living off immoral earnings (so if you’re out of work and your partner earns a living on her back, you can’t live off them or you are in trouble). Running a brothel.

The last one’s ludicrous. A “brothel” is described as any premises where more than one prostitute works. Prostitution is not a safe job, and this stupid rule prevents “safety in numbers”.

When the hell will the UK wake up and realise that a legalised, taxed and certified prostitution business (like that in some continental countries) will reduce drug problems, STDs, violence towards women and have the added bonus of bringing in some income to the treasury and reducing the load on our police and courts?

Bollocks to it. I’m off somewhere foreign. If only for a few days.

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Can I have a postcard please?

Chris Parr

The “A1 Health Spa” (Ahem), one of the local businesses I have not visited (the wife says I’m not allowed), seems to never attract the wrath of the law. Someone told me that the local residents did get it raided and closed down when it was “A1 massage palour” but they just re-opened the next week as a health spa.

Iain – Didn’t you mail me an internet link to it a while back?

Anyway, the web page showed no gym equipment or swimming pools, just a reception and two rooms; one double and one single. I guess someone has to be on top in the latter 🙂


Yeah, I sent you a link for it ages ago. I don’t think you could see your house in the background, though. That would have been a fun photo for the family album.

“There, Anna-Louise. That’s the house we lived in when you were born. To the left of the knocking shop.”


What scares me is that I was more bothered by the clipped nails/booger bit rather than the whole prostitute thing lol


Babs: I think there was more to be disturbed about with the nails bit.


erm whats your opinion about germany then mosh, where a woman was not allowed income support because she refused a job as a prosser? i have no criminal convictions, a credit history the banks love and being paying higher rate tax for 7 years, i surely wouldnt be liking it if that happened to me and no men were forced to sell cock on street corners.


Minnow – we won the war so we should be able to tell them not to be so silly. Sadly, our govt seems to have it in their heads that our Euro-losers should be telling *us* what to so.

So I’d go break out the KY and bend over in case you lose that cushy job.