The Boyf's Birthday

Sorry, the normal Tuesday Club/Sex review is closed today for a good scrub down and a check up at the clinic. It'll be back tomorrow once it's had a bit more sleep. The slag.

In the meantime you'll be pleased to know that it was The Boyf's birthday yesterday, and he was 39. As usual he was ridiculously popular and received loads of fun presents (plus a nasty "Bear" plaque made out of etched glass. Vile. The offender does live in Bermondsey so what can you expect?).

To celebrate I let him watch me get fucked by a Frenchman at the weekend, but more about that tomorrow. Trust me, he thought it was a great present. Last night we fancied something quick and made out of meat, but as the Frenchman had gone home we went out for food, cleaning Bodean's out of Burnt Ends, Pulled Pork and Ribs, after which the 10 of us went on to the Absolut IceBar, which is a bar made completely out of ice. Ta-dah! Yup, the walls, the bar itself, the tables and chairs. Even the glasses you drink from are big ice cubes with a hollow centre. But the best bit is the fur-lined cape you're given on the way in. You know how I like anything long that blows out behind me in a breeze. Plus I look totally hot in fur.

So, we got drunk, we licked the walls, we licked the ice sculptures, we licked each other and our friends. And some other random man that I mistook for someone I knew. On purpose. He was cute. He needed to lighten up. It SO wasn't happening. Shame.