This morning I was sitting on my balcony in Germany, drinking tea to the sound of bird song and cow bells, and now I'm back in the Big Smoke, for my July tour.
The first thing I do when I arrive is to get my "kinky bag" out of storage at Charing Cross Left Luggage. It weighs a ton, and is stuffed full of latex clothes, wigs, high heels, whips, handcuffs, lingerie and make-up, massage oil - all the paraphernalia of my secret life.
The first time I left my case there, the guy behind the counter put it through the x-ray machine, scrunched up his face and squinted at the screen, looking confused, and said: "There seems to be an awful lot of metal in there....." and left it hanging in the room. I though of my Wartenberg wheel, my rosebud urethral toys, my dog lead and all the other essentials, hoping the issue would go away. Did it, heck! The guy insists on seeing the contents! I nonchalantly opened the padlock and zipped the case open. The chap's eyes were out on stalks when he saw my thigh boots and black lingerie, and I breathed a sigh of relief that all the dildos, vibrators and condoms were securely wrapped in my black latex catsuit. Man looks at me and says: "You from Germany, right?" Well really, talk about stereotypes.
Anyhoo, I'm in London until July 19th, and would love to catch up with existing fans and 'new boys' alike.