New The Girlfriend Experience Blog...

It's pretty much finished now apart from a few minor tweaks :) You can listen to be interviews, watch my TV debate with John Stapleton, see old archive photographs and now view my posts in categories/subject matters making the posts much easier to read. I am really pleased with it. Any comments or feedback on my posts on my new Girlfriend Experience blog would be appreciated.

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New improved blog - under construction

The Girlfriend experience blog can now be found here The Girlfriend Experience . Please bear with me as it still needs work, but keep a look out over this next week as it takes shape :)

SMS strikes again....

On my way back on the plane I found myself sitting next to a 40'ish year old man with SMS (that's single man syndrome - as I refer to it in my book the Girlfriend Experience). I bit my lip for so long but like torrettes I ended up uncontrolably having to say something to him. He was extremely overweight (not a problem in itself) however when breakfast was put in front of him he greedily scoffed the lot like someone who hadn't eaten for weeks, in barely 5 minutes without so much as looking up from his tray. This was repulsive and vulgar anyway, however after, he held each carton close to his mouth and started noisily and furiously using his finger and licking and scooping up all of the residue in each individual carton - the fruit?!, the yoghurt and the cooked breakfast. I looked at him a couple of times with distaste but he was so oblivious and engrossed in his vulgar eating that he didn't even notice. I started to physically feel sick, and decided to tell him so. He apologised but by then it was too late he was left with gleaming cartons that looked like they'd never contained any food or anything at all for that matter.

Using my vast experience of the habits of some single men, I deduced that he was definitely single, and possibly lived with his mum.

Some of you may think it was rude for me to say something but trust me these sort of people are very thick skinned. He won't have even thought twice about what I said and it will not affect his eating habits in future unfortunately.

I really feel like I could do some good by teaching basic table manners to some of these guys. I feel another business idea coming on haha :) The problem is that the people with these problems don't actually realise that they have a problem - like this particular guy. They are that self obsessed that they are just in their own little world. They probably have no idea why they never get asked out for dinner!

Met one of my heros at the airport!

When I arrived back in Heathrow after a long 26 hours of travelling my taxi driver found me and out of the corner of my eye I saw Richard Branson. Now I've seen him and various other celebrities I admire before but I've never had the balls to say anything to them for fear of getting brushed off or ignored, but this time I thought if I don't, I'll regret it.

Richards autobiography is one of the ones I read just before I started writing. I even mentioned him in my acknowledgements. He made me realise that that cheesy cliche that 'you can do anything you put your mind to' is really true. If you want something bad enough you can get it. I love the way he built his empire and I have a lot of respect for him as a business man. People I know who have met him have said he was friendly so I was pretty sure he'd have a little time for me.

So I approached him and said that I enjoyed his book and that he's inspired me and that he had a mention, and my autobiography had been published in June. He thanked me, asked me my name, pecked me on the cheek and shook my hand and asked me to send him a copy of my book! I was so excited! So I shall. Maybe Virgin will print my next? :)

Santa found me in Thailand!

My friend and I had an amazing time in Thailand. The weather was hot hot, the people were amazing and so friendly. The sunsets were picturesque, and the beaches beautiful. The massages were so cheap (between £5 and £10) that I had about 3. The best one being in a little place on the beach as the sun was going down. Thailand is now one of my fave places and I definitely want to go back very soon. I haven't had a 2 week holiday since I travelled to NZ in 2004, and it was great to be able to properly unwind and relax. No phone no internet, just total relaxation.

We spent Christmas day on the beach drinking cocktails as the sun went down before going back to our hotel for a Christmas dinner, cooked and arranged by the hotel manager who was an English guy. We had turkey with all the trimmings, even pigs in blankets. But also bwocolli and yorkshine puddings :))))) This was topped off with traditional Thai dancing, and fire entertainment. We danced and partied all through the night.

Something funny happened on Christmas eve.... my friend and I were joking with Bruce Lee (as he liked to be called) about whether Santa would find us in Thailand. He said we'd have to keep our doors open for him to get in, and we all had a laugh about it.

Later on we had forgotten about this little convo, and as I collapsed in bed after a rather heavy night out I fell into a deep sleep. Only to be woken a couple of hours later with a gentle nudge. I jumped up in fright and saw Bruce in a Santa hat sitting at the side of my bed holding as little tree decoration 'present'. Now as people that know me will know I am not the best person to wake up in the night! Lol.

"What are you doing? what do you want?" I asked repeatedly, frustratedly, half asleep. Poor Bruce I wish I could have seen his face. I'm surprised I didn't scare him off with my eye mask and ear phones I must have looked like some sort of weird alien!

In the morning I wondered if it had all been a dream it was very vague, but as I looked at the side of my bed I found the santa hat and present on the floor where he had scarpered after my tirade of questions about what on earth he was doing. He must have just dropped everything and ran out!

It was very weird and freaky, however I am sure he didn't mean any harm. He too was drunk and he probably thought it was a funny thing to do at the time.

The next day he couldn't look me in the eye, but eventually he called me over and I told him he had scared me and shook my finger at him (his english wasn't very good) to try to say it wasn't a good thing to do. He understood and thankfully it was all forgotten about.

Poor Bruce being only about 4' tall was more like Santa's little helper than Santa himself. Bless :)

I tell ya what though I never forgot to lock my door again after that no matter how much I'd had to drink! Lol :)