SCALLY ALLEY

Well I've barely recovered from a wild weekend in London Baby!!!! This time thankfully my bag didn't go AWOL and the hotel room was fab, we walked practically everywhere or jumped on the tube - I felt so...... Cocky cockney. So Kylie was AMAZING as ever. We were so close you could almost smell her although Jon was so distracted by looking at the hot dancers he ignored Miss Minogue a few times, he's such a dark horse sometimes!! So then we met Rod, one of Jon's old flings who is just fabulous. He's got this dodgy accent that comes from speaking slowly so that English people can understand his Glasgow twang but it's just a mish mash and sooo not Sheena Easton, within about 5 minutes of 4 Scottish girls company (us) he was as rough as they come with his Blantyre banter. So I said to Rod before we went down to show us some seedy Vauxhall club. He took us to Rude Boyz it's a nasty ChavTastic night with rough London boys who weren't really that rough or rude. It was just like a bad night in Bennets, Glasgow's other gay club. Well this one in London at a club called Fire had an amatuer strip contest, darkroom and 'Amsterdam cabins' which was basically anothe room christened Scally Alley which had a large box like construction with various smaller rooms with holes in the wall for horny guys to suck each other off and watch. Rod being the perverse tramp that he is, grabbed Jon and me to see something wild, what we saw was our good friend Stewart sucking on a black cock as if the only place he could get oxygen from was the shaft!! I covered my mouth in mock horror but applauded and Stewart said later that he heard me shout 'You Go Girl!!'

I had my own fun down Scally Alley although one lovely looking guy whom I was pleasuring, sprayed in my mouth - now I'm an accomodating boy but even I draw the line at cum that tastes of brussel sprouts. I deserted the cabin and swirled some beer around my putird mouth and spat the lot out. Well most of it!

The rest of my trip was great as I saw Buckingham Palace up close and bought a postcard for Jon of the Queen and Prince Charles in full regalia. I went to G-A-Y Camp Attack on Friday and possibly danced my ass off to Xanadu and Kylie and Bananarama. Saturday was Kylie again for her final night of the UK tour and she put on a belter of a show. Around halfway through David spotted Dannii Minogue, her sister, dancing near us a bit behind in the sound and lighting section. I don't know how but somehow she clocked me dancing and gave a cheeky wink and wave. She's my new best friend, at least that's what I'm telling my mate Scott who loves her. We text him during the concert to say she was so close and the only reply we got back was - CUNTS.

That's me for holidays for a while, Deborah is getting married in September in Ireland and I'll be lucky if I can get time off for that. I have wangled a week in November to go to Gran Canaria - home of sun burn, darkrooms and mountains of horny guys! Looks like we're onto a winner. Last time I went, we were in a club and I said I needed the toilet, Jon threw me through a door and said to piss in there, it was a bit dark when I went in and I was certain I wouldn't be pissing in a toilet when I was groped and my trousers pulled down before I knew where i was. About 45 minutes later, I staggered out after sucking off so many guys my cheeks hurt as did my knees for being on them for so long.