For me it’s all about quality: you take your time, you have an original, customised play session and you feel wonderfully satisfied at the end. Or, you go to some horrendous chain restaurant, eat food that has been prepared neither with love nor knowledge and you leave there feeling full but lacking that deep satisfaction that only comes from a meal or a play session where someone has literally put their heart and soul into giving you a good time. Fast food chains are the worst – the culinary equivalent of a $50 hand job in a backstreet massage parlour.
I love tattoos – and I love tasteful tattoos on women. I don’t like them to cover too much skin (that’s a personal preference) and having someone’s name tattooed is just asking for trouble, unless it’s the name of your kids or someone else who is not going to disappear from your life or embarrass you in ten years’ time.
Tattoos have to be meaningful, tasteful and above all they should intrigue.
I have just one on my upper arm – it’s a thundercloud with a bolt of lightning. I’m absolutely passionate about thunderstorms and I’m also a fairly tempestuous character, so it seems appropriate. I’m planning a couple more in the near future… Watch this space.
I am a massive francophile and I speak French fluently. My name means ‘master’ in French. I’m always amused when people ask me my gender – I would’ve thought that was obvious.
Never give up – from the smallest to the biggest task, take the bull by the horns and get on in there. Nobody likes a quitter.
That’s easy: I was in the USA with my Kitten and we went to a chain restaurant where I had some pasta with marinara sauce and grilled scallops. As I put in my TripAdvisor review, I didn’t think the ingredients had been introduced to each other before being slopped onto my plate. The pasta was overcooked, the sauce was straight out of a jar and the scallops had very little flavour (almost certainly frozen). From then on I tried to avoid the chain restaurants in favour of establishments where people source locally, cook every day from scratch and have a really good rapport with the clients.
Because from the person who cooked it to the person who put it in front of me, nobody really gave a shit. Sure, the waitress was friendly and working for her tip, but nobody cared or even knew that it was bad food.
It was probably a decade ago: I had divorced my second wife, was in a bad place emotionally and decided that I didn’t want the emotional pressure of a relationship. So I had a number of encounters with sex workers: most of the women were lovely, and I formed lasting friendships with some of them. Others clearly hated what they were doing and made the whole experience really unpleasant.
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I once appeared naked on prime-time British television – my mother wasn’t impressed!
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