Top five implements I truly hate

Hello folks.  I have often wondered why those in charge of my (often poor) behaviour persist in the application of corporal punishment with me when it clearly does not work.  Why?  well, I enjoy it and enjoying a punishment will not teach the appropriate lesson.  Of course even a CP junkie like myself must have implements I hate, and I do.  Here are my top 5.  These are the implements that get my attention, hold it and truly encourage me to mend my ways.  In reverse order:

5.  Wooden paddle: (with holes to reduce air resistance.  Makes the bottom feel like it has caught fire!).  This implement is evil and has brought me to tears on more than one occasion.  Most notably during a particularly difficult Judicial Punishment.  

4.  Hairbrush: (in any material, but plastic is the most evil).  I have recent been spanking long and hard by one just like that shown in the picture below.  Again, tears came to the surface.  I managed to hold them back with this implement, but being over the knee is more humiliating and so it goes in at number 4.

3.  Lochgelly tawse:  If delivered by an expert this implement can really hurt.  I have received the tawse both on the bottom and on the palms of my hand.  I really struggled to receive it on my first dose and still do now.  I think I will always hate this implement.  Especially when the person SERIOUSLY knows what they are doing, such as Lucy McLean.

2.  Canadian Prison strap:  This implement is just wrong.  And anyone who enjoys it is wrong.  It hurts.  It burns.  It makes me want to cry, and I have done so at a Judicial event involving this evil piece. I would do almost ANYTHING to avoid treatment with this.

1.  Clothes brush:  This implements reaches the dizzy heights of numero uno because it is the first implement that I recently uttered the words "I can't do this" during a punishment involving the clothes brush.  No other implement has managed to get me to give in such and I doubt another implement will. 

I hope you enjoyed these, and I would LOVE to hear from you if you have implements you hate submissives, or implements you know your submissives hate Dominants.   Please do comment! 

Back in the saddle and Northern Spanking joy

Hello folks.  First of all many apologies for my prolonged absence, I have had a mixture of changes in my personal life and family matters to deal with.  Thankfully both are in perspective now and I am, as they say, back in the saddle.  Thank you to everyone who sent me such kind and thoughtful messages during what became a very difficult time.

Now, for the primary reason for my post.  Updates at Northern Spanking.  Northern are one of the few websites that really come up with original ideas and story-lines continually.  It is much easier to produce films which are formulaic, but they refuse to produce what we call 'insert girl here' films and photo-sets, where the story is much the same, just with a different girl.  This one I give you I love because it has a 1950's feel;  A time when women were oh so feminine, from the beautiful dresses and skirts down to the lingerie.  The story goes as follows:

Caroline and Kali find themselves in Miss McLeans parlour. The fundraising coffee morning has not gone well and the vicar is upstairs removing his wet trousers. As Director of the village Womens Institute, Lucy McLean takes such transgressions among the junior girls VERY seriously! 

Not long out of school, these potential young ladies are about to learn a very painful and extremely humiliating lesson, courtesy of their own clothes brushes which they were instructed to go out and purchase, immediately after the incident.  With an expertise born of experience, Miss McLean smacks their bottoms ever so hard with the shiny wooden brushes and, as they are so young, she feels that, as a finale, perhaps Caroline and Kali should be put across her knee for good smacked bottom. 

And all this for spilling a cup of coffee? Wait until Miss McLean realises the fairy cakes are cremating nicely in the oven!  

Now I love this set, not only because of the 50's dress but because of the diaper position  Caroline finds herself in.  Now, I love to hate this position, not only because it is a very painful position to receive a punishment (the skin is rather stretched in this pose), but is it also a very humbling position in which to be punished.  I have long been in a love-hate relationship with humiliation so this set really made my stomach lurch with just the thought.  I cannot wait for the end, and if you want to see more then visit Northern Spanking


The other set that has really got me going on Northern Spanking is 'No Way Out'.  I am guessing if the reader knows me then you can imagine the title alone had me clicking on that post at 186 000 miles per second!  If the reader does not know me well, I am someone who loves power exchange and i have a real thing for such situations and institutions where I ma at the total mercy of those running it.  Here is the story and some delightful pictures:

Trapped in the tower, Niki thinks she has found a means of escape, through an old tunnel in the cellar. Alas, the steel gate is locked! And there are footsteps on the stone steps. A shadow appears and the girls know their is no escaping another visit from that wicked paddle their bottoms were introduced to on their arrival. 

Just to make sure there are no more escape attempts, The Tower Keeper rips off each girls skimpy top after thrashing their bottoms. And there is one more nasty surprise in store...

GOD this is sexy.  I don't know about you but I am just dying to know what the nasty surprise is.  What did you say?  I am a pervert?  Yes, yes I am.  And so proud!  

Is it more humiliating to be stripped naked or to to be exposed?

I have recently been asked this question, which is quite an interesting one psychologically.  I have given it much thought and from my point of view I find it more humiliating to be exposed (with clothes still on, but relevant embarrassing areas on display and easily accessible) than to be stripped completely.

Nakedness is very natural to me.  For example, I go to nudist venues to sunbathe and am not in the least bit ashamed of it or my body.  I have also been in a position where my bottom, breast and genitals have been exposed and this I found extremely humiliating, despite the fact I still had clothing on.  I was much more aware of my exposed bottom (my skirt had been tucked in and I did not dare pull it down to cover my shame!) with my panties at the top of my thighs, stretching with every step I took, I struggled to resist the urge to cover my genitals with my hands (only the threat of further punishment prevented me from giving in to temptation), and my breasts were only enhanced by the under-bust corset I had been ordered to wear.  In a public situation where my audience could see my bottom and the tops of my thighs glowing red from punishment is almost too much to bear, not to mention my breasts and genitals to boot.  I don't think the same emotions would have been drawn from me if I had been completely stripped.  I would have still felt the shame of the punishment and people seeing that I had been admonished in such a way, but this method was much worse for me.  I was still dressed by all accounts but all the 'bits' we like to cover were put on display for the pleasure of all and the skirt, corset and position of my panties only enhanced my feelings of exposure.  Am I alone in this?  What do you folks think?

Aspects of scenes that have become triggers once more

Hello folks.  As I am sure you may be aware if you are a member of the scene who is as greedy as me and indulges in much play, some aspects of a scene can become a bit every day.   Luckily, this effect has not been permanent.   The aspects in scene life I am talking of are as follows:

1.  Corner Time:  Not so long ago it seemed that everyone wanted me in the corner.  because of this it became a "lesser" punishment in my eyes, particularly psychologically.  This is because I had been sent there too much!  Well, lately that has changed and for the first time in months I was sent to the corner the other day with my skirt tucked in and my knickers down.  For the first time in ages I was embarrassed at being in such a position in front of the person who had punished me while he enjoyed a glass of wine.  He was amused by how my cheeks had gone red (in my face that is!) with the humiliation of the act.  I am pleased this feeling has returned for me!

2.  Key phrases:  When I first came on the scene, key phrases would make my stomach turn over.  One of these in particular was "You're going to get such a hard spanking you won't sit down for a week young lady".  Sadly, this phrase was over-used in scenes with me and again its charm was lost.  However, someone said it to me recently.  A friend, not someone I "fancy", but someone I enjoy CP play with in private.  Anyway, when he said it to me, not only did I truly believe it (he spanks VERY hard), but I once more experienced that joyous stomach-flipping moment I used to love experiencing so much in the past. 

3.  School uniform:  I love uniforms.  This includes school uniforms.  However, the CP scene can use this scene a bit too much, maybe to the point where school scenes end up repeating themselves, however inventive a Dominant is.  Consequently I began to find school scenes less interesting than others.  This all changed recently when I was playing a scene with someone.  Oddly enough, the scene had not begun with me in school uniform, but I was clearly acting up enough to be issued with an unusual threat.  If my behaviour was to continue down the route I had chosen (very immature!) then I was to be put in school uniform and punished severely.  This of course happened and I found it really exciting.  And it was different.  It was a scene that also re-ignited my love of school scenes.  So well done that man.  You know who you are!!!

So.  Does anyone else have this happen to them.  Do aspects of a scene become over-used for you?  Have any of these become re-ignited as exciting like my experiences? 

A spanking position I NEED to try!

I just love the position in the illustration below:

The victim is really quite prone and would be in full view if there was an audience.  Not only that, she is unable to wriggle free as her legs are pinned down by her punisher.  This naughty lass is in for a very red bottom indeed!  I simply must try this position myself.  I cannot believe i have achieved such high standards or naughtiness and not managed to find myself in such a helpless position, poised for punishment...

Birched, birched again and then caned...

...Yes folks it is time once more to put myself to the test, this time testing both my physical and mental limits and attempting to push them. I was summoned to court yesterday to appear before the Judge, who, despite my desperate attempt to plead my case, ignored my evidence and handed down a guilty sentence. I was sentenced to two sets of 30seconds with a spray birch and 20 strokes with the cane. Now getting through the spray birching alone is no mean feat. It is 30 seconds of pure hell while the birch is administered with as much velocity as possible. After a brief break this is repeated and by this time I was screaming, crying and definitely could take no more...

The next phase was 20 strokes with the Manx birch, which looks more intimidating but in fact was a welcome relief, one I began to distinctly enjoy after a stroke or two. Grasps of pleasure/pain were coming from deep within me and I felt almost disappointed when this phase of the punishment was over.

I was released from the punishment bench and despite feeling wobbly, I was far too proud to ask for help and was certainly in no mood to receive it.

Then it was the turn of my fellow victim. I struggle to watch other women in real distress and so I had to keep turning away. The Judge, however, was cruel and forced me to watch her go through what had just happened to me. And she did so bravely. She was quieter that I was but it was clear the punishment was getting to her. Well done you, girl!

I thought it was all over, but I was wrong. For a failing in my conduct the Judge decided I was to receive 12 very hard strokes on my already punished bottom. I received them all in silence and without moving as was the order. Finally it was over and all I had to go through now was a lovely lunch with plenty of food, wine and endorphins!

Thank you so much Mistress Switch for organising yet another senstional event that I was proud to be part of. You really are an asset to the scene as well as being a great friend.

If you like a lot of chocolate on your biscuit join our club...

Well, after a break to recover from times feeling not so well I was due to do my toughest scenario yet.  A 24 hour interrogation.  Now, given how tough the last few weeks had been this scene could have pushed me one of two ways; either over the edge, or it could pull me back from the precipice by which I was standing.  I threw the dice and it turned out I was correct.  This scene not only helped clear out all the demons gathered over the last few years but it allowed me to show emotions I find difficult to express.  For this reason it was a very cathartic process, if a little stressful at times.

I was not alone as a hostage, but once we were processed we might as well have been as a result of the deprivation of the senses, which is a most common technique.  This bothered my cohort, but I actually found it rather peaceful.  I am a dreamer and live in my head so can spend hours in a semi-meditative state going through just about anything I have experienced in the past.  

What I found difficult were the 'punishments' I was subjected to.  They were all carefully researched and tailored to each hostage and her particular weaknesses and fears.  Mine were known by my captors and by the time I was 2 hours in my fate sealed.  All these punishments tested our mentality, testing our mental strength and our resolve.  At one point our captors hit me with my greatest weakness and I did panic, I did shake (a sign of going into mild shock, it was not a cold night!), but I pulled myself back.  I refused to let it break me.  I was still refusing to let them break me.  Other mental punishments continued and still there was not breaking, though I was much weaker nearing the end, as my resolve was wavering.  The resolve finally failed with a dose with a watering can and a hood.  I broke.  There was no way they would finish if we did not break.  That was the idea.  And I think after recent times that was exactly what I needed to do to recover from the last few weeks.  I needed to go to hell and back and find out how strong my mental resolve is.  It seems it is much stronger than I thought possible, and given what bugs me this is probably the best piece of news I have received this year.

So much time and effort went into this scene so I would like to thank Mistress Switch and Team Evil for putting in so much time and effort into the scene, and hanging out the next day with me.  It was one of the best weekends of my life!  

In a Pillory....

I saw this picture and felt compelled to post it.  It has such a story to tell...

My love of scenes where submission involving public humiliation mean my stomach skipped at this picture.  The poor girl, who has obviously broken the Law or displeased her Master is placed in this most humiliating position on a raised platform for the amusement and ridicule of the public.  She is of course lucky to be dressed, however given her audience must look up to view her properly they are treated to a good look up her skirts, which is of course even more shameful.  She has no way out, as she is padlocked in and no hope of being left alone by the the crowd.  We can but hope she is not to be further shamed by a public flogging, or worse...

A very real punishment...

Last week I had to admit to my Partner and Dominant that I had done something he was proud of me for working so hard at quitting.  I had smoked while out with the girls on a drunken night out.  This is not good.  I do not wish to be a smoker and he does not want this for me either.  For this reason I was sentenced to a birching.  I was not given the number of strokes I was to receive beforehand, but was told I was to be birched until He felt I had had enough and had learned a good lesson.  Not knowing my sentence was quite soul destroying and only made the tears come faster as the punishment began.

I was to make my own birch and did so the day before with the help of friends.  I took it along to His yesterday and knocked on His door.  I found him in a prison officer's outfit complete with peaked cap looking highly intimidating.  I was pushed up against the wall, stripped and was shackled with traditional prison restraints.  I was chained up in His prison cell and hosed down with freezing cold water until I was soaked head to foot before being taken by him in my now bedraggled state.  He then dragged me to His whipping horse and I was restrained to the point I could barely move and gagged.  I was told I would be given the spray birch I had made in batches of 20 strokes, the strokes to be given at high speed.  Now this may not sound much but it becomes UNBEARABLE pretty quickly and I was screaming and crying before too long.  Between each batch I was given a quick break.  I took five batches screaming the place down, despite Him gagging me.  I could not bear it and was telling him I would do anything, anything to make it stop.  Finally when my bottom feels like it is aflame and can take no more he announces that I am to take the last batch in silence.  This is after I have already received a total of 100 strokes.  If I do not take the strokes in silence He will give me another set.  I quieten down and bite down on my lip for all it is worth counting down the strokes, until YES! I have made it!  I feel a wave of euphoria and adrenaline which mixes some anger in.  I am thinking, "How can He be so cruel?".

 He stands me up though and immediately takes me in his arms, telling me how proud he is of me and carries me to the bed for a cuddle.  My anger dissipates and I relax into Him and accept my punishment as fair.  This kind of care after such an intense scene is essential for the sub, and probably the Domme too.  They must connect as humans and show care and attention to one-another.  This is individual to the couple I imagine.

Because nothing goes without comedy  here are a couple of moments that made us laugh:

1.  Me fired up while chained to the wall, trying to kick the hose.  He asked me after what the point in that was.  it would have helped none but it made me feel better at the time!!

2.  managing to slip on the water while he was out of the cell preparing the bench.  I have scuff marks from the wall on my left hand!

I hope we can do an intense scene like that soon.  I am sure I will deserve it and it will be considered needed to keep me on the straight and narrow.

Pics I have just found that I just LOVE

Hello folks.  Today I have a couple of pictures I have found that I just love.  The reason is that they epitomize what I love about a spanking from a a dominant man.  Total control and physical strength, combined with a sharp mind to nip my wit in the bud!

These pictures come from the lovely Clare Fonda's website Spanked Call Girls

The pictures are screen grabs so are not the highest quality, but they tell such a good story

Scenes in films that shouldn't be HOT but definitely are: Part 1

Ok folks, I was talking to the good people of Shadow Lane last night on twitter and the talk took the direction of scenes if films that were hot, even though it felt wrong to have such emotions about these scenes.

My scene, the one I find the most hot at the moment is the scene from Changeling where Mrs Collins is sent to the psychiatric ward in LA, because the police need to silence her and silence her fast.  Once there she is stripped to her bare flesh and hosed down with cold water.  Before being given her institutional gown she is searched by the nurse conducting the induction, wearing a rubber glove.  The nurse is unforgiving, having Mrs Collins spread her legs wider for the search.  The look on Mrs Collins face say it all about the humiliation of such a scene...

Ok, this scene to me is very hot, probably because it is not unlike some of the prison scenes I love so much, but also I love the humiliation of it and the public humiliation.  SO, who else has a scene in a film that they find hot but think they should not?!  I have shared my guilt....go on, share yours!

Back from my essential break!

Hello folks, I had a useful weekend sorting out some essentials in my flat.  My kitchen is now broken and is beyond use, so I have begun the necessary arrangements for a new one.  YAY!  

I also did a shoot with Bert Wibo of DDI, and had a great time doing it!  Sadly I have no piccies of that, but if I get any in future I will post them for you!

I have now caught up with all my e-mails and am happily booking many exciting sessions for May, so if you wish to see me then please do write with your scenarios!!  In the meantime, here is one of my favourite scenarios:

I just love this picture.  I love the victim's expression of pain and humiliation, no doubt as a result of both her punishment and the humiliation of having an amused crowd to watch.  This is one of my ultimate fantasies...Oh, and this IS the year of the birch!!

To the event horizon and back...

Hello folks, sorry I have not posted in a wee while, but it has been exciting times.  This last few days I have been pushed to the limit psychologically.  Although I have been involved in interrogations which are very hardcore, this had a different element that an interrogation does not.  An audience.  Although I have physically been put through it in interrogations, I could always cope psychologically.  In this scene I was really struggling, mainly due to the presence of an audience.  But not only was it the presence of an audience but WHO was part of that audience.  They were my friends, and one in particular I cannot bear to see me sub, so this was going to be very tough.

I was stripped and left upstairs while they gathered and took their seats.  The Boss came upstairs and put a collar and lead on me.  This was going to be my only clothing for the entire scene.  After what seemed like another interminable wait I was dragged downstairs to face them all.  I was exposed to them all, then put in an exposed position.  One which left nothing to the imagination.  I was then reprimanded for my reprehensible behaviour, before being further humiliated.  He was finally done with reprimanded me, but the punishment was far from over yet.

I was then restrained in a position face down ready to take 30 strokes of the birch from none other than the Hunteress.  Before the event I was not as worried about this as I should have been.  The strokes came in without mercy and I was almost sick at one point (probably due to the audience as well as the excruciating pain.  Until stroke 24 I was still defiant, even calling my audience sick f**ks, and that I hated them all.  I dropped finally into submission at about stroke 25.  After the the birching I was still to suffer one more punishment, which was for my bottom (now on fire) to be put on show for all to see.

Finally the punishment was over.  The Boss wanted to give me a hug.  I could not let him do it.  If I had done, I may have descended into a gale of tears.  I could not let that happen, both for him and for the remnants of my pride.  I went upstairs to compose myself, and then returned downstairs ten minutes later to everyone smiling at me.  It was over and I had survived.  I was so amazed and now so high on the rush of it all.  Not only that I knew the Boss had enjoyed it so very much.  It gave me so much pleasure simply to know that.  I may want to do this again, but next time go for an audience of strangers....

A big thank you to everyone who came (especially Lucy McLean who is one of my closest friends and suffered me taking one look at her before running to the toilet to be sick!), to Cassie Hunter for her cool calm ministrations, and of course to Andi Switch (another one of my closest friends) who organised it, I missed you being there but know why you had to leave my lovely!  Also Jadie Reece who was able to read me so very well.  And of course Amy Hunter, Zena and Adele Haze who were all part of my "lovely" audience.  I love you really!!!!

So much pleasure, where is the pain...

Hello folks, today I want to talk about ballet.  Why?  because it came up today during a very enjoyable session.  He was asking me about how I realized I was into this sort of this, so of course I talked first of my early life where I read (and secretly enjoyed with much guilt) Enid Blyton and Roald Dahl.  He, however, also knew that I had previously been to Ballet School and had a short Ballet career.  He gave me something to think on, that I have thought about before but maybe not enough.  Ballet.  So much pleasure where is the pain?

There is no career or job that can exceed dance.  I loved it so much, had so much passion for it.  Nothing can better it, so I do not attempt to try.  That would cause far too much heart-ache.  BUT, ballet has clearly changed me, and moulded me into what I am now.  Actually I think Ballet did much more than simply give me discipline in life.  As I have already said.  So much pleasure where is the pain?  Training for ballet is very painful, extremely painful.  And when you train, you go through puberty, if you start Ballet school as most girls do at 11.  I personally wonder if going through all that pain at a time when I was changing from a girl to a young woman has altered my sexual interests, even though I was hard wired that way.  what I mean is, and what I ask myself is, would I have discovered myself and my sexuality so young if the catalyst of Ballet training had not happened?  I guess I will never know....but it still fun to ask... Thoughts anyone?  Anyone got any similar experiences?

...Butlins eat your heart out!

....And I was correct, it was not a holiday camp at all.  Not even close.  Last Thursday evening was the most intense scene I have ever done.  This is probably because I had absolutely no control whatsoever (and much as we like to think we are relinquishing control when we sub, we are not really are we!) of the scene that lay ahead.  This was highlighted when Jadie lost it and refused to do what Ms Switch had ordered.  Ms Switch was not budging and would not let Jadie have her way, and, coupled with a refusal to let her bail, that little segment reduced me to tears.  No. Way. Out. Girl, you have just got to grit your teeth and get through it (and this was worse than Swan Lake on a Sat evening when you have also done the matinee and your pointe shoes are full of blood at the beginning of act one....).  

I cannot go into details of what happened, but seeing as it was a very real interrogation one pic won't hurt, and my position says it all really, though who I am praying to I really don't know as my captors were immune to our pleas and our puppy eyes.... 

It was, however, the most amazing feeling after and I could not believe I had survived.  All of us felt we had somehow achieved something and lived something we had always dreamed of, so thank you once more Mistress Switch and your merry band for taking me to a new place and pushing me way beyond what I thought were my hard limits.  Love you so much...

This is still not a Holiday Camp...

...Yes, that time-honoured phrase can only mean one thing folks, and that is I am entering and exploring the darker side of my Psyche.  I am going in for another (and yet different in so many ways it seems) interrogation and this time I am really scared.  Why?  well, last time I knew my "enemy" so to speak, despite His own darker side I know him and so knew what I was up against.  This time, I do not.  Not only that there is so much to the equation that can only be labelled as unknown that is is genuinely an equation without definite solution.  So, good bye folks and thanks for all the fish (if I do come back I am big into Monkfish atm!!).  IF I do come back I will give a report on how I felt before, during and after.  I cannot for reasons of others trying it give away anything that goes on inside the room.....eeeeeeek!

Back Whipping

I played this week with two people who were both into and quite adept and back flogging.  Now, we are not talking about the extreme version with a Cat o' nine tails (I have done this and see no reason to sample it again too frequently!), but flogging with a softer leather version.  My flogger is made of deer-skin and so is soft to the touch and creates a fantastic sensation across the skin on the back when it is struck.  while I love punishment on the bottom, I have to say this was a welcome change to both the style of play I am used to and the sensation I enjoy post-session.  Though I have experienced much I realize it is easy to do the same old thing all the time.  

Of course it must be reasonably well known that I am a not-so-closet lover of Bastinado, (see Wheatley Manor) but have never been so keen on being punished on other parts of my body (just try coming at my thighs to see the result!) but this week has really re-newed my interest for searching for sensations on other parts of the body.  Of course given the right setting and scenario, most punishments will I accept, provided I know the person and we have developed a play relationship, however there is also a place for pure sensation play with someone who is merely dominant over me.....

....So the big question?  Folks PLEASE no lurking, do tell me where on the body, apart from on the bottom, is a place you enjoy giving or receiving punishment or have a fantasy to do so?  I am genuinely interested

Gentle spankings

Well folks, I am not known for wanting these but today my partner gave me a gentle (yes you heard me correctly!!) Spanking. Amazing!!! Oh, and I really was turned on by it, which is odd when you consider what my real thing is...

...I guess it depends upon the situation and whom you are sharing that with. That said I will never say no to a psychological head-fuck!!!

Another birching

Well I am no longer a spanking virgin of 2010. But what a baptism of fire! Now the birch is not one of my favoured implements but this was a genuine punishment for highly irresponsible behaviour so you could say I deserved it. Not only that I had not shown good attitude, which really did not help.

Not only was I birched but I was made to strip naked and adopt a highly humiliating pose while I was reprimanded for my actions. That in itself was a punishment that I could hardly bear...!

I was restrained for the birching and gagged because I was found to be making far too much noise, which seems quite pathetic given the punishments I have taken in the past, but I have found that if I deserve it it then the corporal punishment, no matter what form it takes, hurts so much more...I guess and believe that to be a psychological effect is it not?...

The question was:

To beat, or be beaten?

The answer for a hedonist like me is surely the best of both worlds, so I went for a glorious mixture of the two! Mistress Switch organised a fantastic play packed afternoon for her guys and us girls (Cassie Hunter, Nicole Reina, Zena Stones, Erin, Jadie Reece and moi). So much fun was to be had. The boys all received muchos attention from us and vice versa.so much play was had there was barely any time for much else; the best type of party in my opinion, so thank you Ms Switch.

Ms Switch and I then went to Bournemouth to shoot for spanked cheeks with Mistress Lina and oh what fun we had! I have one thing to say to you all Belinda Carlisle and "circles in the sand"...

I then stayed with Ms Switch where we had steak and wine and watched Lethal Weapon. Not really an interesting film until the end where there is electro torture etc. Qquite horny methought!!!

The festive party season begins this week with the onset of advent so I will be trying to (and probably succeeding in) have as much fun inbetween my revision for the exam that "shalt not be named". I will be on chemistry strike on party days and may not even know what a PhD is when playing...!