15 August - Downhill & Bans

Cameron wants to mess with social networks and make twitterers and blackberriers be silent when there's riots to incite. Not sure how he'll manage since they can't do that outside of repressive regimes, but your employer certainly can put the screws on. Got to work today thinking ahhhh middle of August, quiet nothing to do time, let's really update the blog and complete all those half arsed drafted entries.
Well, I am now a victim of censorship, I now know how they felt in Russia back in the days or .. now in China or some such places, dunno, Burma? The employer has finally blocked my entry to blogger so am typing this at home where I never use a computer as always find other stuff to do.

This blog will now mirror my sex life, a few times a month, sometimes two or 3 a week, sometime less. Oh dear... I may feel like going back to dear diary on paper form. Shame. Bastards thought police! funny how they don't block the rest of my colleagues from spending practically the whole day on the Daily Mail. I feel like grassing them in spite.

4 August - Ships & Night

I couuld have planned this a bit better but...it will do the boy some good. Toph is about to return from a trip to the outer edges of america, actually the opposite, some land locked state like Oklahoma, and just as he lands I will have flown to an island in the Med. Nothing like missing a lover for a few days heh and at this rate of body decay it's best if he sees me with a bit of a tan. A mild one of course, nobody goes frying anymore.
Only the other day I caught a look at the back of my thighs and despaired. So I went to have a treatment that promises to smooth out the ridges. It sort of does, but I can't work out the science yet, I simply don't believe in anything that promises to melt fat under your skin till it gets handily elmininated through your blood system, sweating or whatever. The whoman who has the machine is a chatty Asian woman who used to sell advertising for a business sort of yellow pages back in the days before internet. She's a mine of info on markteting things and sales margins. Did you know that those groupons vultures take 25% or 40% off the ultimate provider of the service? I fail to see what the provider gets if all you have is a stream of new clients but you manage to convert only one in 50 into a long term one. Her son used to be a top perfume seller for Tom Ford and she explained some of his sales tacticos which I don't have time to tell you about here but let's just say some people can be persuaded to buy a bottle for every hour of the day, all their friends and lovers and so on.
She's also developing some serum as she doesn't like being a salesman for Mourad facials and so on. Again, fascinating what the margins are on face creams.
Her premises back onto a fantastic residential complex in Islington where some uber advertising guy lives. I'll report back when i find out who he is. Am sure she's learning stuff from him and it will be my hard task to resist being sold more treatments. Though next week am seeing her 'doctor' on the premises. mmmh i have to be strong. Need my cash for trips not fillers.