Women should be obscene and not heard.
Groucho Marx
Now what’s wrong with being noisy while being obscene?
Cassie X
(Your Independent Chester Esocrt)
Women should be obscene and not heard.
Groucho Marx
Now what’s wrong with being noisy while being obscene?
Cassie X
(Your Independent Chester Esocrt)
A wall outside the St. Peter’s Basilica in Vatican City
I’m not sure which of the many architects, most famous is of course Michelangelo, involved in planning and designing the Basilica was responsible for this wall, but considering todays reputation of the catholic clergy and the Pope’s stance on contraception, especially condoms; its an ironic joke on the Pope and the Catholic priesthood.
Well it made me laugh! hehehe!
Love Cassie X
Nick Griffin is attending the Royal Garden Party.
Whoop Di Doo! How many people really care?
I don’t, don’t get me wrong, I am against the BNP, the things Mr Griffin stands for and find the main supporters they gather scary.
In principle I agree with some of the issues they address, but their main views are ridiculous and unchristian.
Tightening up immigration laws and non-involvement in the war in Afghanistan; are things I support and wish our mainstream government had the guts to do something about, without a radical party having to show them the way.
But by kicking up a fuss about his attendance at the Queen’s party the media and his Opposers have thrust his name into the foreground again and given him the opportunity to claim air-time.
If kept quiet would anyone apart from the ardent royalists, BNP supporters and other attendees have noticed?
Hearing him say that he should not be discriminated against for his political views did make my blood pressure blip briefly. How dare he use the discrimination card, when that is what he and his party are all about.
Damn – I’m giving him exactly what he wants – I am just another passion-driven, manipulated…
So this little Chester Hooker is hanging her head in shame!
Cassie XX
Is it because I lied when I was seventeen? ♪♫♪
Or is it my adult wicked ways?
If someone would like to whisk me away to a sunny place anywhere, please contact me – I’m sure we can come to some mutually beneficial agreement?!
Maybe a lonely sheik with his own oasis?
Or a needy millionaire with his private Caribbean island?
Or just an average Joe, Pete or Dave for two weeks self catering in Spain?
Sounding a tad desperate? Lol… Too right, just look out the window…
From your soaking wet (not in a good way) independent escort in Chester.
Ever since laptops have been manufactured with built in webcams I have fallen back on my trusty friend Blu-tack, incidentally I use the white version, so I should probably be calling it whit-tack.
Before I witter on about the virtues and multifarious uses of blu-tack, I’ll maybe save that for another post, back to my webcam.
So what am I doing? I have made a little rectangle of blu-tack and stuck it over the lens of the web cam.
Why? Well I am concerned that someone could hack into my computer and observe me remotely without my knowledge.
Paranoid nonsense?
Well maybe and I know that just because I have read books and seen TV shows using this kind of invasion of privacy in their story line, doesn’t mean it happens in real life and that anyone using that kind of technology would find a more interesting target than me, but I can’t help feeling uncomfortable with that little black eye staring at me and wondering if somewhere someone is looking back at me.
My understanding of the internet and associated technologies is pretty poor, ok, I know its not magic and everything has a logical explanation, ie a program behind it and though I have the intelligence to work it out, I don’t really want to know.
It’s like with cars, I am lost without one and I think am a good driver, but my understanding is limited and as long as it goes from A to B and there are people that know how to fix any problems I have no motivation to learn more about the workings of a car.
So in the absence of being able to work out if I am being watched and how to technically prevent it, I resort to the low tech, low cost solution of white blu-tack.
Peace of mind is a wonderful thing.
When things get me down a bit I have a couple of ways of cheering myself up, the best and most effective way is to immerse myself in my work or in the absence of clients I’ll make a booty call to my f**kbuddy. If that fails I work out in a more conventional way at the gym and then relax in the spa.
Unfortunately in my current situation neither is possible, so the fallback plan comes into play. Shopping!
So I wander into Chester City Centre on a Saturday afternoon in July, which happens to also be a race day – fool, I hear you cry and you are so right!!!
The city is teeming, groups of tourists block street corners as they crowd around their guides, herds of foreign students jostle and trample over anyone who strays into their path and pushchairs or zimmer-frames seem to block every shop entrance or crush errand toes.
Worse still, the street vendors have discovered that no adolescent young male can resist the lure of a cheap vuvuzela. I suppose it is fitting that a noise reminiscent of a Rhinoceros mating call reverberates around the City, since Rhinomania* has descended upon Chester, but it has definitely put me off my latte and driven me away from my usual people watching bench.
In danger of being arrested for punching Spanish children and sodomising boys with instruments ideally shaped for this task, I flee the centre for the sanctuary of my cosy flat, a homebrewed latte and a tub of Baileys Ice Cream.
* more about Rhinomania in another post.
Don’t keep a man guessing too long
he’s sure to find the answer somewhere else.
Mae West
Preferably in my bed.
Your Independent Chester Escort:
Cassie X
Those who have witnessed me grinding and gryating to Akon and Beyonce or have observed me swaying dreamily to the Temptations will shake their heads in wonderment.
Also having suffered me singing along to Pink or the Killers at the top of my voice and knowing that Sex on Fire has been my all time favourite track for a while;
will find it hard to believe that a few nights ago I was sat in Chester Cathedral with an expression of serene ecstasy
- hmm, is that an oxymoron? –
on my face listening to ‘The Tallis Scholars’.
This group of singers perform what is called ‘Renaissance sacred music’. I would describe it as churchy choir singing, but ten squared and it being sung exclusively in Latin is a bonus for anyone escorting me (hehe, that makes a change) since I don’t speak Latin and therefore can’t even attempt to sing along.
This is admittedly not everyone’s cup of tea, but to me the ethereal quality of this music could make you believe in angels and simply send shivers up and down my spine in a very good way.
Here is a sample of them singing Miserere:
to all you gorgeous people, wishing me a good recovery. I love you all and I have been working very hard at relaxing and am well on the way to full health.
For months I have had to eliminate all fat from my diet and have been craving after chips, fried chicken, pizza and doughnuts, not to mention trading off the fat-content of a portion of steamed chicken against that of a latte or two (I’m addicted to latte, you know!) and experimenting with the ideal ratio of chocolate to painkillers.
Finally the good old NHS decided to bring the torture of limited food choices to an end and to chop out the offending organ and now that I can eat whatever takes my fancy again, all I want is Chicken Salad, raw veggies and juicy fruit.
The human psyche is a strange thing, of course once freed from my restrictions I attacked a jar of peanut butter and a 300g bar of chocolate whiled away a couple of blissful hours as I allowed each square to melt on my tongue and slide down my throat.
Since then and a scrumtious bacon and egg butty later; all cravings seem to have vanished and though I will never turn down a tasty morsel thrust my way, the urgency to devour anything with a fat content of 50% or more is no more.
I am hoping that the powers that be see this and accept that the only way to stop me from wanting more and more of something is to give me access to all I crave. So in other words if I was rich, all my desires will be assuaged.
If past experience is anything to go by, the new craving manifesting itself is an exception to that theory.
During my recovery I am to refrain from activities that raise my heart rate, so no gym and no work for a while.
So I am really craving work satisfaction - oh boy, I almost feel sorry for the first clients that walk in and crawl out my door, which will hopefully be soon. ;oP
Well Gentlemen, I have some bad news and some good news.
Bad news first: I have to have an operation and will be out of circulation for a couple of months – and just in case anyone is wondering, no, nothing to do with my womanly parts or assets.
As the bible says “And if thy right hand offend thee, cut it off,…” well, my gallbladder is offending me, so I am having it removed.
Good news is, if you are quick you can still see me before I am to be sliced and diced, so check out my availability on the left margin and come pleasure me up until Tuesday 15th June 2010.
Even better news: I’LL BE BACK! Naughty and sexy and ready to raunch and romp with a horny gent or two or more, but only one at a time so please form an orderly queue. I am happy to take reservations for late August by email from now on.
Oh, and I almost forgot – I’ll be coming back with new photos!
Hey, I’ll also have more time for blogging, so watch this space.