Thursday, 17 June 2010

Blogs and Boobies

Good evening and greetings from Newcastle where I landed today having done battle with every trucker and caravan from here to Swansea, grrr. It's summer time again, and although it's infinitely preferable to driving on snow and ice, it's still a pain in my not inconsiderable backside. ( Yes I know that's a double negative. )

I've spent a lot of time lately speaking about what I do, and my role as an escort. That in itself has caused some cog turning in the semi-complex machine just behind my forehead. An actress got in touch with me, because she is writing a play about working girls and wanted to do some research. So we met for coffee. ( I was fashionably late of course ).

I have to be honest, some of the questions she asked me were quite gritty. She said that I come across as a party girl in my blog and a really good laugh. Erm, I am. She also said that she could find very little reference to the other facets of my life, such as studying and family. The truth is that when I started writing this blog, I didn't know what I hoped to achieve really, you could say it's all marketing but for me it's a blank canvas on which to paint whatever comes to the forefront of my mind. I've never made any secret of the fact I'm a Mum, and an adoring one at that, but I think there's only so much to be discussed on a publicly visible blog so as to be appropriate. There are other aspects of my private life which I've never discussed on my blog, and probably never will. C'est la vie.

Continuing in that vein, this week I'm meeting a journalist who is writing a book on the sex industry. Panic not, I have been reassured that she is looking to speak to me for the purposes of research only and has no interest in "outing" anyone. I've learned over time that actually, some members of the press are very much on our side, or at least want to give us a voice. If I can help in any way I will, because I would rather that we were portrayed in a realistic light, rather than a stereotypical one.

Aside from all of that, I hit the shower the other morning to do my ritualistic handstand before setting off to meet a client. I recently bought some lemon shower gel which is divine and I was enjoying lathering it up until I felt it. I wasn't certain at first, but after a further prod I confirmed what I thought originally. It was a lump, right there in my breast. "No biggie", I thought, "I'll make an appointment with my GP. It feels rather like a pea anyway so it's probably just a swollen gland."

So I hot footed it down to my GP, my new doc is a lady and wonderful.

"I can feel what you mean, it's very hard."

"I know, it's almost like a pea."

"Hmmm, yes. I wouldn't be too concerned about it to be honest, more the mass behind it."


"Please don't panic, I'm sending you to the breast clinic. 2 to 3 weeks for an appointment."

So that's where I'm at. Sure, it could be nowt, and probably is. I phoned my Mother to ask about a history of breast cancer in our family and she assured me that there is no history at all, only madness.

"Only the good die young, you'll be fine."

Cheers Mother.


LL xx


  1. I am SOOOOO glad that your appointment finally arrived for the docs, and that you are now on the way to getting it sorted out - I was worrying about you (bless!!) xxx

  2. I am the worried one now. I did'nt know until this posting.

  3. Cheers both. I decided to post it as a gentle reminder to both boys and girls to check regularly for irregularities, it's SO important. Susan and I both know a client who has prostate cancer which was only found because Susan nagged him into going for a check up.

    As I say, probably nowt, but better safe than sorry.


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