Sunday, 27 July 2014

Post #15: Thoughts on an airplane

This last week I did a mad dash to Dublin for work. Didn't see much, apart from the airport, the view from the taxi, and the interior of the venue we'd booked for the installation, but I did get to share a couple of cocktails with a potential client in the hotel bar last night, which is never a bad thing. Business only - get your mind out of the gutter!

Speaking of gutters, I spent the entire journey there and back reading erotica on my Kindle (gotta love the anonymity of an eReader when you're travelling business and the guy across the aisle keeps looking at your legs!)

For the entire duration of theevening flight back I read a series of office menage stories that were quite frankly only good for one thing, much to the delight of the man across the aisle when he got to watch my hand go beneath the blanket. But it was really, really crappily written. I wrote better essays in high school.

Maybe I was spoiled by reading Emma Chase's books, but I've struggled to find something equally engrossing since then. There's a lot of amateur erotica out there. I'm sure I could do better! Perhaps I should give it a try?

So can anyone out there recommend another great erotic romance author with a similar style?

Sunday, 20 July 2014

Post #14: The One

After spending the better part of the last week in a haze of champagne as one of my oldest friends Olivia celebrated her engagement to Stuart at this amazing venue, I'm now pondering this crap about The One.

Olivia's been calling Stu her 'One and Only' since they met years ago at Pembroke. Personally, I think she's wasted some of the best years of her life and should have at least played around a little more in her twenties before settling down, but hell, life would be dull if we all did the same things.

Do I believe in The One? You are kidding, right?

I thought I did years ago when... let's not get into that, okay? It didn't work out and there's all the proof I need that if the universe meant for you to be with only one person then you wouldn't connect on such a deep level only to go off in different directions.

Have I found anyone else I had that deep a connection with since? No, but the ongoing search for another connection like that has been one hell of a ride, and I've had some amazing fun, and met some incredible people along the way. And the sex has yet to get boring.

But what do you think? Is there one special person out there meant for each of us, or do we randomly connect with people at certain times in our lives and some last and some don't?

For Liv and Stu, I really hope this works out for you guys. Thanks for the opportunity to drink copious amounts of imported champagne, and I look forward to what will no doubt be The Wedding of Summer 2015. I love you guys.



Sunday, 13 July 2014

Post #13: London Summer Time

13th post on the 13th.

It's been a busy couple of weeks. We had a look in at the new Beavertown Brewery Tap Room in Tottenham Hale, caught Monty Python live at the O2, got wasted in a new club in Shoreditch and last night was opening night of the Ealing Comedy Festival. This afternoon we're off to Big Dance.

And I was so enraptured with 'Tangled' last week I didn't even mention the little trip to Henley for the regatta.

Catch you next week.

Sunday, 6 July 2014

Post #12: Tangled Book Review

What does a girl do when she's no longer having rampant, regular sex with a wild Argentinian? She curls up in bed with a bottle of French red and a good book, in this case Emma Chase's Tangled. Scrap good book. This book was what the Americans would call "friggin' awesome".

If you haven't already read Tangled, then you should. It's funny, hot, and best of all, it's written entirely from a snarky man's point of view.

I might have loved it a little more though if the book's hero didn't remind me quite so much of my little brother. They even live in the same city. Change his nationality and his profession, and Drew Evans could be my player petit frère. And there's the fact that my little brother is NOT going to be settling down any time soon. As he'd be the first to tell you, his life is "freaking perfect" just the way it is.

So for the purposes of this blog, I'll be calling my little brother 'Drew' from now on.

My favourite quote from the book? Hard to pick one, but I'll go with:
"Her warm, soft hand slides perfectly into mine, and two thoughts enter my head simultaneously.

The first is: God hates me. The second is: I have been a naughty, naughty boy for most of my life, and this is my payback. And you know what they say about payback, right?

Yep. She's one hairy bitch."