2010/11/02

Raven Red and The London Spank Daddy

Shortly before I left for the UK, my chatting list increased with an extra person whose talk  I found both interesting and different. Okay, and I will freely admit it, my curiosity seems to outweigh common sense at times, which most probably can explain most of the troubles I can get myself so easily into. During these chats, I had become increasingly fascinated by both the persona and the person, and without thinking about it, I  made an appointment to see the author of the book, "True Confessions of a London Spank Daddy", Mr Peter Jones.


I think at times Uncle Nick can only despair as to what the Raven can get herself into, but he has never denied me the chance to explore and investigate this new world that has opened up to me. Granted, he does offer his opinion on whatever the subject matter is, and at times when his patience runs thin, the inclusion of the potential consequences for me, if things do go wrong are part and parcel of the whole conversation.

With promises to Uncle Nick that I would remain in contact, I set off on yet another journey, this time into the heart of  London, to keep the appointment with Peter Jones. Maybe I should have been more nervous about the meeting, but the daunting task of using the London Underground system were more of a problem for me than anything else.Clearly all the gods conspired against me as well, as in the short time of one day, I not only had to use the tubes, I had to find alternative routes, move from underground to overland trains, and even had to utilise the bus services at one stage.

When Peter Jones and I finally did meet, and I was face to face with the man known as the Spank Daddy of London, it struck me that I should maybe have been more worried about the meeting than what I have been up to until that stage. Alas, it was a bit late in the day for common sense to prevail, so I found myself slightly at a disadvantage, off-balance, and frankly, with quite a bit of nervous fluttering in the base of my stomach.

However, having a traditional breakfast at the pub on the corner, and with the welcome heat of huge cups of coffee, the initial awkwardness between us eventually melted away. The conversations that ensued were all over the place, with both of us trying to ask questions and talk about everything in the limited period of time we had available. I did found myself a couple of times in a bit of trouble over my natural talent for being open and honest in what I say, well and the fact that I do have a problem to get the word "Sir" without any sarcastic inflection over my lips...

I was more than once sternly reminded during the day that I should show some more respect. To be totally honest, I did every now and again had moments of total enjoyment to see blue eyes turning absolutely icy before a very clipped voice would remind this "Young Lady" that she is playing with fire. As we walked to the nearest underground station for me to commence my return journey, I realised that I did enjoy every minute that I had spent with the London Spank Daddy but even more so, to have a change to meet the man behind the silhouette. A man that is part of a culture where all of us has one common thread, and that no matter what part of the thread we each hold and belief in, it does bind us together.

Oh, and for the curious of nature, Raven Red with the London Spank Daddy? I am not even going to deny that that it was the equivalent of having an open flame next to a keg of gunpowder...but for the rest? Now that would be telling.....

5 comments:

barely.pink said...

C'mon...just whisper it to me! :)

joey said...

oh raven oh raven you are sutch a clerver girl

Poppy said...

You can't just stop- is there more? We neeeeeeeeeeeeeeeed to know.

Raven Red said...

Pink & Poppy, you asked, I have heard, and with the prodding and needling of Uncle Nick, it is done.

Raven Red said...

Joey - thank you, I think. LOL

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