Cassie, Musings of a Cheshire Tart

Rushing around the city centre early Saturday morining trying to get my stuff done before the majority of people drag themselves in to town and form surging crowds, I managed to get caught in a group of late-season tourists, disembarking from their bus and sorting out their luggage.
Trying to get past without tripping over bags and feet I couldn’t help picking up snippets of conversation from the American globetrotters, just arrived in the UK and I had just to share this one amusing exchange:

Lady no1:”I have plenty of cookies in my bag.”
Lady no 2: “Why?”
Lady no1: “I heard the English eat strange food.”
Lady no2:”Oh?”
Lady no1:” Aw gawd, yeah, something called Haggis, I heard it’s got some kind of three legged lizards in it!”

LOL! BLESS!
If that’s not getting your legends, Nationalities and words mixed up I don’t know.
I didn’t hang around, but made a note to self to check my Mrs Beeton’s book for a tasty lizard recipe.

Afterword:
Mrs Beeton didn’t come up with the goods, but I found a tasty recipe for fried lizard on an American gourmet web page. If you want to try it here’s the link: http://www.gourmet.com/recipes/1940s/1949/10/fried_lizard
Let me know how it turns out.

I consider sex a misdemeanor,

the more I miss,

de meaner I get.

Mae West

Note from Cassie:
That woman always
speaks straight from my heart.
Or maybe from
a bit lower down?

Yet another hero from my youth has passed away.
I’ll admit to avoiding looking at any recent pictures of him as the 2 year battle with Pancreatic Cancer had ravaged and aged him dramatically and call me selfish, but I want to remember his as the hunk he was when he played Johnny Castle in Dirty Dancing.

Films like The Outsiders, Renegades and Red Dawn drew my attention to him in the early eighties.
With Young Blood, Black Dog, the North and South series and of course Dirty Dancing putting him firmly on my radar as extremely shagable towards the end of that decade.
Hussy that I am my affections had moved on to new talent by the nineties and I really remember Ghost and Point Break.

However I not only admired him for his physique, dancing and singing talent, but for his fighting spirit proven when he had a serious accident (broken legs and detached shoulder tendons) when doing his own stunts in ‘Letters from a Killer’ but only suspended filming for two months.
Before that his dancing career in dance had been ruined by other injuries, but he learning to dance through and cope with pain and you would never know in Dirty Dancing that he had been told he would not dance again only a few years prior.
And of course his refusal to give up when he was diagnosed with the dreaded cancer,taking treatments and continuing with film and other projects.

Well, I’m off to pay tribute by watching Dirty Dancing for the umpteenth time.

 

Patrick Swayze RIP 

Even as a BBW one likes to keep active and when there isn’t any bed-sport to be had what better way than an early afternoon constitutional.

Despite the grey sky and clouds this morning and being an optimist I donned my summery cotton skirt, a strappy top and sandals and head for the river Dee. Oh and I took my fluffy cardi and a brolly, optimist I may be – stupid I am not!

Initially it was still pleasantly mild and the breeze promised to blow the clouds away as it seemed to have done over the last few days and I was getting into my stride passing through the Grosvenor Park. There was plenty of life going on around me and I love watching people and the squirrels getting up to their antics.

Despite the sky getting darker and the air cooler, I was determined to get my exercise and unperturbed by the elements I headed for the footbridge to cross the Dee.

I always stop in the middle of the bridge to admire the view along the river and as creature of habit I did so today – Folly I hear you shout and rightly so!

No sooner had I raised my arms to take a picture of the view (Ok, ok, the boats-men of the rowing club, very nice indeed!) there came some gusts of wind and I found my arms and head wrapped in floaty folds of purple and pink cotton.

Surprised (you bet!) I fought for freedom and it dawned on me that this was my skirt and if it was covering my upper half – What was covering my lower half?

Normally I’m not a shrinking violet, but the unexpected exposure had me emerge, what seemed like hours later and with the help of a passer-by, crimson faced and thankful that I had chosen pretty lacy knickers and not the old grey cotton ones. (Vanity, I know!)

I thanked my helper, who turned out to be a nice little old lady (it’s never the tall dark handsome stranger, is it?) who couldn’t resist alerting me to the virtues of wearing an underskirt and hightailed it home, skirt firmly gathered around my thighs.

Did I stop along the way to calm my nerves with a latte and a piece of chocolate fudge cake?

What do you think??

Great food is like great sex

the more you have

the more you want.

Gael Greene

Note from Cassie:

Good Food and good Sex what more can a girl ask for …mmmhm! ;0)

I watched tonight’s episode of Private Practice, an American series about a doctors surgery in California (or somewhere like that)

Anyway, in one of the main stories had Alison the obstetrician treating a med student called Carly, who confesses that she works part-time as call girl to finance her studies – shock, horror!!!
And she asks Alison to treat her fellow student prossies as they think they might have got an STI. Alison reluctantly agrees, but then the doctors are discussing things over lunch.

Alison (obstetrician): “She’s a nice girl, I can’t believe she is doing this. Worst part is she doesn’t seem bothered by it.”

Violet (Psychiatrist): “She is repressing emotion, it’s a defence mechanism to help her cope with what she’s doing. Most prostitutes have low self-esteem, many of them are victims of sexual abuse.”

Cooper (Paediatrician):“I’ve met a few call girls in my day and we would discuss why they got into the trade and it’s not because they were touched inappropriately or forced to have sex.”

Violet (Psychiatrist): “Because they don’t want you to believe it. They don;t want to destroy the illusion. Don’t kid yourself these women are victims.”

OMG!!! I am so mad, what stereotyping! I’m a poor abused victim with low self esteem!

Next interesting conversation is, when Kevin, Alison’s boyfriend, pops into the surgery for a visit and clocks the young girls, in jeans and t-shirts, sitting in the waiting room of course as a SWAT team member he immediately recognises the girls for what they are (yeah right!)

Kevin (SWAT officer): “What’s with the call girls?”

Violet (psychiatrist) to Alison: “What you are seeing more prostitutes?”

Alison: “I’m seeing women.”

Kevin: “Of the night.”

Alison to Violet: “Wait. You have a problem with it?”

Violet: “Yeah I do, look I’m all for free choice, but these girls are damaged, they can’t make good choices. So yeah, if you only treat them physically you are just perpetuating their problem. Is this really what this practice is coming to.”

Alison: “What should it be, a high end westside clinic, catering to an overly exclusive clientele, this isn’t exactly Hollywood boulevard.”

Kevin: “And you think that makes a difference? Do you wanna hear the statistics and links between prostitution and drugs and prostitution and violent crime?”

Alison: “I’m not condoning their behaviour, but they’re not streetwalkers.”

Kelvin: ”And you think just because they’re in school everyday doesn’t mean it’s gonna lead down the same path? They may think its temporary, but do you wanna lay odds on how many are still doing it 5 years from now?”

So I’m damaged and can’t make a good choice and my path is leading me to drugs and violent crime, but at least I’ll still be doing this in 5 years time!

A bit later Alison goes into a room and speaks to fellow obstetrician Naomi,

who says: “You all done with your prostitutes?”

Alison: “First Kelvin is moralistic Joe, now you!”

Naomi: “These women sell themselves. They make people feel like all women are for sale.”

Alison: “They need a doctor, I’m a doctor.”

Well, pardon me, but it’s not down to me what people think and I don’t sell myself, I offer a service and sell my skills.

Lo and behold the night after Carly reveals she works as a call girl she is badly beaten and calls Alison for help. This of course leads to more moralistic conversations, which I won’t recap apart from the final conversation Alison has with Carly in the hospital.

Alison: “You were right, I don’t know what it is like to walk in your shoes, but don’t kid yourself Carly, this is not just a means to an end, because once you do this, it’s who you are. We are our actions, they define us and you may think you are a med student paying for college, but right now you’re a hooker.”

Carly crying: “That’s not ..”

Alison cuts her off: “That’s the world you have chosen. I can’t be your doctor anymore Carly.”

Alison walks away leaving a crying Carly.

So there we have it, we are our actions, so I’m a hooker with low self esteem, abused and well on my way to a life of drugs and violent crime. Doesn’t matter that I have an MSc and that I have been successful in my career in mainstream jobs!

I am my actions, I am what I am – and by god I’m proud of it!

Healthy,lusty sex is wonderful.

John Wayne

Note from Cassie:”YEEHAA! Saddle up boys, cos this girl is ready to ride!”