Pool Table Spanking

We're off to Finland tomorrow, early flight, staying over at Stansted tonight, the hotel lets you leave your car free if you stay over, better than paying airport parking charges and I like eating at one of the hotel's restaurants which serves authentic tapas and Spanish dishes, unusually good for a hotel. It's also got a really quirky wine racking system about 30 feet high behind the central bar, it's a feature on full public view, and the staff perform artistic acrobatics as they 'float' gracefully up and down on some kind of cord which you can hardly see, selecting wines.  We'll be back Sunday evening, which is good as it is Bank Holiday here in the UK on Monday and I don't have to be in work. Was going to take my laptop but it's picked up some kind of glitch so I'm dropping it off at the technico's in town, this is coming from our office desktop, so posting will depend on what's to do and borrowing P's machine, Helsinki is much better with WIFI than the UK, it seems to be free wherever you go so no problem there. 

 

Before I go I wanted to tell you about our weekend in Wales which was great as it always is when we go to P's brother's, well why wouldn't it be when you're in a pub/restaurant, food, drink, darts, pool and surrounded by the Welsh countryside.  We were the only ones staying in the guest rooms which was good for us but not so good for P's brother, he'd rather have the rooms full of course, trade in general is a bit down on this time last year and he's having to increase his beer prices because of the Chancellor's recent duty increases. That won't go down too well with his customers but he has no choice.

 

We got there and dropped his mom off at their house which is nearby, we were going back to take here into town later, she wanted to do some shopping. Got to the pub, popped into kitchen to say hello to P's brother who was busy prepping for the evening as he was 'head chef' that night. Then up to our room to dump our case. I knew I was likely to get a spanking in the room one way or another, it's one of the little quirks P has to spank me in the bedroom of anywhere we stop over, usually before going out or before we go to eat, I think he likes to know I have a well warmed bum and can't say much about it, only exchange private glances and subtle signals. It's sometimes a small spanking other times a real stinger but it's always fun anyway and true to form P didn't let me down. He sat on the bed, called me over, undid and lowered my jeans then guided me over his knee and gave me a few little pats to warm up, increasing to sharp substantial full hand splats, one cheek after the other, I didn't count how many times but I was definitely well warmed, mmmmmmmm lovely.

 

After shopping, a bit of a chore with P's mom in tow which meant me showing interest in stuff which has no interest to me at all while P wandered off to do his own thing, we had a very nice evening. Chatted with the locals quite a colourful bunch, played some pool which I'm not very good at, managed to make a couple of lewd suggestions to P regarding alternative use of pool tables but had to stop when a couple of the local lads joined us. After had a lovely meal, P's brother and wife joined us for drinks with some of the staff, mixed group, great fun. It got quite late and P's brother had to take staff home so he asked P to lock up and set the alarm, no problem at all, so off they went and P asked me to walk round with him as he checked windows and doors before setting. When he'd checked all the external doors he stopped in the bar where the pool table is, switched the light on and took me by the arm, I knew immediately what was coming, unexpected opportunity not to be wasted, spontaneous and perfect especially as I'd been making saucy suggestions earlier. So I got spanked and I now know what the green beize feels like against my arms and breasts and the hardwood rounded edge of the table against my thighs and belly as my cheeky backside, as he repeatedly called it, got walloped good and hard. My only regret, now, looking back, was he didn't have an implement to hand and that we were both a bit on edge in case his brother had forgotten something and might come back in.   

 

I went to sleep 20 minutes later with a sore bum snuggled next to P, no sex, but next morning made up for it and then some. I always feel like that, I frequently get horny when I'm spanked but often find the best sex comes a while later. I stripped the bed and went and shoved the duvet cover and pillowcases in the laundry room, I'm funny about leaving telltales where family are concerned, no need really with P's brother, just the way I am.

 

Ronnie    

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(thats the actual pool table by the way, I got my comeuppance over the short edge nearest. Luckily there was no cue around:)

Apprentice boss in a lather

According to an article in yesterday's Sunday Times, well known British businessman Sir Alan Sugar, aka the hard nosed boss on TV's 'Apprentice' series (I think the US do a similar thing with Donald Trump), is fuming over a cheeky soap company www.lush.co.uk used his grizzly face to help promote one of their new products. Sir Alan apparently got his lawyers to write immediately to Lush demanding they discontinue using his face and name but the company has so far not backed down and its website this morning is still proudly promoting the new soap. 

 

Now when lawyers get involved these things start to get very expensive. Obviously I don't know the ins and outs of any previous association Sir Alan may have had with Lush, but it all seems to be getting out of hand, I would have thought a seasoned 'toughie' like Sir Alan might have summoned the guilty Lush executive (I'm assuming its a girl) to that famous boardroom and settled the matter by way of a sound otk spanking for not requesting his permission, then agree some kind of royalty from the sales. That would seem far more civilised to me at least, no need for all that nasty litigation.

 

Then again maybe the Lush marketing exec is a burly 6' rugby player, well like I said I don't know all the ins and outs but come on Sir Alan, where's your sense of humour.

 

Ronnie

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Wet Weekend

Forgot to mention yesterday won't be around for a few days, going to Wales to stay with P's brother and taking his mom along. His brother has a pub restaurant, we stayed there over Christmas and I was ill, hopefully better luck this time. The weather's been nice there all week but they're expecting rain on the weekend, well that's okay we've got a few things planned and there's always the bar games, pool, darts.

The pub has a letting accommodation wing which is apparently empty this weekend, just P and me kipping there. And the ghost:)

 

Maybe I'll get that pool table spanking I fantasised about, at least we won't have a noise problem to worry about in the bedroom, so one way or another it looks like a wet weekend ahead.

 

Ronnie

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I'll be in charge of leather

Looks increasingly likely we're going to start a second business, been chewing it over since before Christmas and I've mentioned it a few times. We've finally got what we think is a balanced range from various countries, hopefully attractive to retail buyers. No doubt we'll learn after we've bought loads of stock that we should have done it differently but we have to start somewhere, so orders will be going in soon and we should be running in about 3 months, it'll take that long because of stock availability, shipping, customs and just getting the online store organised, its all quite a lot of extra work but I've really enjoyed the research as the products are fashion, women's wear and there's lots of leather which I love. I asked P if we could add a 'specialist leather' section, he knew what I meant but just smiled.

 

Its not exactly out with the old in with the new. The old will run concurrently but P will stay with that and I'll do more of the new, in charge in fact, ooh responsibility. I'm not sad, I'll still see old clients and definitely stay in touch with our overseas partners who have become friends, but there are fresh challenges ahead.

 

Anyway we have to go to Finland soon, I think it will probably  be the last trip I make officially for our current business, we have some graduates from a catering college to interview and a presentation to make, not too taxing, we'll be there three days, I love Helsinki, P always says the beer's too expensive. I'm hoping the new venture will offer a few travel opportunities, about 40% of our stuff so far will come from the EU and the rest from China, Puerto Rico and Bangladesh so travel opportunities. Well you have to check the goods!

 

Talking of travel, I was emailed a couple of days ago by a Singaporean Travel Co, asking me if I'd be prepared to take advertising from them on my blog, now someone there may be reading this and I'm very happy if they are, but I had to reply no. Because I'm not a travel blog even though I ramble on sometimes, maybe I should become travel blogger with a penchant for spanking instead of a spanking blogger with penchant for travel. Or maybe I'll just stay as I am.

 

Ronnie

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How humiliating!

How big a part does humiliation play in a spanking, is it positive or negative, and is it real humiliation or just the feeling of it, I wonder how others find it.

Why do I ask? Because I experienced it recently and I rather liked it but as the matter at hand was serious I don't think I should have. Liked it, that is.

We were at the office Sunday morning, not a regular date at all, but we're shifting some old files, which we have to keep for so many years, to a new location, it requires quite a bit of sorting, we're also trashing the oldest stuff so it's a job best done when the rest of the offices aren't in, easy access to shredding and the bulk waste bin has plenty of space.

Now I'd managed to trash a whole year of stuff which we're supposed to keep, we do have most of the stuff online but some of the files contain signatures and original docs, I can't remember ever having to refer back to any of them but P was mad because he said if ever we were audited or challenged legally over something we might need them. Possibly I suppose, that's his dept not mine, but it was not intentional at all and no point being mad at me. Anyway I made some flippant comment about he could always visit the waste bin and retrieve the shreds if he was that bothered, we'd got plenty of sticky tape and pritt stick, he didn't think that was funny, the exchange escalated a bit and I told him not to be so bloody childish what's done is done.

It always gets P when I take that sort of attitude and it rebounded on me of course, he dragged me over to his desk, bent me over it, took my jeans down and spanked me really hard with his hand, I struggled and told him to stop which he didn't, then I told him to bloody well stop I wasn't in the mood and I tried to get up but the 13st channelled through his left arm is quite hard to struggle against then he told me if I didn't keep still he'd take his cane to me, all the time still spanking, my knickers then came down and he finished off with a volley of superhard spanks which really made me gasp. He let me up and turned me round to face him, jeans and knickers still round my ankles, and then he lectured me on why the files were so important and why he was concerned, he made it sound very convincing and then he told me it was my attitude which had really peed him off. He kept telling me to look up not at the floor while he was telling me off and he wouldn't let me pull my pants and jeans up until he'd finished, I just had to stand there with a smarting backside and take it. When he'd finished pontificating he told me to pull my pants up and get on with the job we'd come to do, just matter of fact as if nothing had happened. Talk about infuriating, he has a way of doing that and I don't have a way of responding other than doing it.

Three hours later were sitting having a snack and a pint in a local pub just chatting away and I was getting that warm toasty feeling I get after a put-in-place spanking which has no obvious or immediate sexual context. I was thinking isn't it nice I can still feel embarrassed in front of my husband after so many years, and also how deeply affected I can be by the humiliation of having to stand half undressed blushing at both ends while the man I love sets me straight.

I suspect I cannot be alone in such feelings.

Ronnie

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Culture, History & Discipline

Yesterday I got an email from Peter Jones, he's the solicitor in London who spanks women, I was surprised to see his name in my inbox but when I opened it I realised it was generated by his website and sent to all who'd registered with him, which I did a while back.

The email contained a video clip from Youtube entitled 'Helena Bonham-Carter gets birched', which I though was fair enough if that's her taste, so I clicked it and it's a lovely little extract from what is obviously a decent period production based on the Tudors, Bonham-Carter plays the unfortunate Lady Jane Grey, she does indeed get birched and goodness me I should think it smarted, obviously English discipline originated way before those wickedly corrupt Victorians turned it into an art form.

Poor Lady Jane, she was dealt with rather severely, I was hoping Patrick Stewart might carry out the discipline he's got such a lovely deep authoritative voice. 

Lady Jane, sometimes referred to as the Nine Day Queen, ruled England 10 July 1553 - 19 July 1553, she was tried with others for high treason on 13 November 1553 and eventually executed on 12 February 1554 at the age of seventeen. 

(Thanks to Lady_Karen_Rebel for pointing out a serious historical error in my previous post, I took the information from Youtube incorrectly. Thanks Karen)

Ronnie

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Penis Parade

Over a cup of tea this morning, taking a break from researching our new business, I came across this little article which I thought was funny, it apparently takes place in the city of Kawasaki in Japan (isn't that where they make the motorcycles). In Spain they parade bulls and sometimes donkeys, in the UK we have the Notting Hill Carnival, in New Orleans they have the Mardi Gras.....Japan has penises. They've also got penis candles, penis ices and penis sculptures in the article.

 

http://www.bestweekever.tv/2009/04/06/japan-update-a-giant-penis-parade-happened/

Ronnie

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Music to my ears

I've told you before we have business links with China, an article in Sunday's press about Tiananmen square, complete with rolling tanks, reminded me of a visit we had to make a couple of years back, I've got more than one story to tell from the visit, the first one isn't the raunchiest but it was the funniest, for me anyway.

When you're jetlagged after travelling half round the world after 3 flights and some frantic airport auctioning and bidding for final leg flight tickets, spanking isn't naturally at the top of your thoughts but it was when we finally arrived at our destination.

Don't worry it's not too much of a travel log. The trip was arranged hastily, visas applied for express and received by courier, we couldn't get a straight through flight so we took Birmingham - Copenhagen - Beijing with KLM, you don't get sleep on these things just read, see movies, eat, doze if you're lucky, we had a row of seats to ourselves on the 2nd leg and P said 'ever had sex over Mongolia?' very funny, needless to say I hadn't and still haven't.

We arrived Beijing and were met by our Chinese partner and host whose name is Chun, I think I'm safe using that, it was mid afternoon, we'd been travelling 20 hours with the Copenhagen connection, Chun said he'd made an appointment for himself and P at the British Embassy in Beijing in about an hour's time! This was unexpected and P wasn't happy, he could have insisted it be postponed but after a 5 mins with a vended freshen-up pack in the gents and a change of shirt, he said OK lets go, and it actually worked in his favour because he'd obviously just come from a long flight and everything was very natural and they got what they wanted. Whilst P and Chun hobnobbed with Embassy staff, I was in the basement of the building where the Embassy is situate, sitting outside a Subway cafe (yes I was amazed too) and talking with Chinese students who kept coming up asking if I was American, looking disappointed when I said no, then beaming when I said British, 'Ah that's OK too, you speak English then', that was what they wanted to practice their language and connect with Westerners, it was lovely actually.

After the Embassy meeting we had a choice - stay in Beijing overnight or go straight on to our final destination Dalian, a one hour flight, which was Chun's preference. We agreed so it was a taxi back throug the smog to Beijing airport and then the most amazing ticket booking system I've ever witnessed, it was like a scene from a stock market trading floor, no queues just a mass of people shouting and waving money at 3 or 4 harassed booking staff who were raised on a platform, there didn't seem to be any order to it at all, it was manic and P was on the verge of telling Chun to give up when suddenly one of the booking staff shouted to him, there was frantic nodding of heads and smiles and we had 3 tickets to Dalian on China Airways.

The flight was delayed, we finally got to Dalian past midnight where we were welcomed by Chun's staff, two charming girls, and a driver to take us into town and the Swiss hotel near the centre. Chun stayed at reception to deal with the formalities and the girls escorted us up to our room which was on the upper floors reserved for Western visitors. Standing outside the door waiting for one of the girls to swipe the keycard, we heard a commotion coming from the room opposite, it was raised voices a woman and a man, the woman's loudest, heated, and then several hearty slaps and the woman's voice again, shrill, protesting, followed by more slaps and grunts from the man. Our two girls looked at each other and burst into embarrassed giggles, they apparently recognised the sounds and we certainly did, its was music to my ears, there was plainly a sound spanking being delivered in the opposite room but the funny thing was the girls didn't seem outraged but accepted it albeit with a dose of the giggles. Perhaps they'd heard stories about Westerners or perhaps the Chinese are into spanking, we never found out, when Chun arrived at the room they spoke to him in Chinese about it but he listened impassively then told them not to be rude and speak in English (perhaps with the threat of spanking who knows). Anyway it was well into the early hours and they bade us goodnight after making sure we had everything we needed. We were both shattered and just wanted bed and sleep but it was the first time we ever actually witnessed a spanking in progress and under different circumstance I think we might have lingered in that corridor fumbling with the keycard for some while.  

We woke about 7.30 later that morning, P went and pulled the blinds back and called me over, it was wonderful, clear blue sky and we were overlooking one of the parks which was full of groups of Chinese doing their morning Tai Chi exercises. On the way down to breakfast we both looked at that door opposite and smiled, all was quiet, I hoped we'd see them at some time, curious to see the people behind the spanking but it didn't happen.

I got spanked later that day, P got propositioned by a Chinese hooker in the hotel bar, we ate in Chairman Mao's summer house where the Clintons and Lady Thatcher stayed, P got terrible food poisoning, I also got spanked in Beijing after strolling round Tiananmen Square, we did the Wall, Forbidden City etc and even got some more business done all in the course of the week, stuff for another day.

Some Pics....

Great Wall

Tianamen Square

Forbidden City

Ronnie

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Office Discipline and Tea

A while ago I met a long lost friend in Birmingham for lunch, we used to work together but hadn't met for 20 years, everything went great, you wouldn't have thought it had been so long, seemed like yesterday and we agreed to meet again soon. So yesterday we met up again and I ended up with a sore bottom.

P left early directly from home as he was visiting a client and wouldn't be back until late afternoon. As I wasn't meeting Jen until 11.30, I popped into the office first, answered some mail, left P some messages which needed his attention, plus one from me reminding him where I was and that I'd transferred the phone over to mobile and would be back by 5.00 ish. I took the train, its quicker and easier, and met Jen, great fun again, loads of laughs, lovely lunch and we'll definitely meet again soon, we're going to see if we can get in touch with some of the other girls we used to work with, we all used to get on great, out on the town frequently and used to go on holiday together; of course they could have changed by now but Jen hasn't and she said I hadn't, so we'll see.

On the train back to the office I got to thinking how unusually quiet my phone had been, apart from a couple of texts it had been dormant which is unusual on a normal day but especially as I'd transferred our business line to it. When I got back to the office I saw P had beat me to it, his car was in the car park, in I went, hiya love, how did your meeting go, no answer, Oh bad meeting I thought to myself, leave it he'll tell me about it when he's ready. I took my coat off and was just about to sit down when he called me over to his desk - ''What does this message say?'', I looked, it was the one from me that I had left on my special little notepad which I hardly ever use, Remember seeing Jen, back at 5.00, phone transferred, ''You mean that one?'' I asked pointing to the page. P stood up, ''You did transfer but you transferred it to my mobile NOT yours and I had that many calls I had to switch to answer''. Oops.

''How many times have you transferred the phone that you can make a mistake like that? Obviously your day out was taking up your attention rather than the business, well I'm going to make sure you remember next time''. He took my arm put me over his desk pulled up my skirt and gave me such an unexpectedly sharp spanking with his plastic ruler I could hardly believe it, it was over quickly but it was so swift it took my breath away and left me tingling. He pulled me up, I didn't quite know what to say, I heard myself saying ''sorry'', followed by ''would you like a cup of tea''.

Five minutes later we were exchanging days over a cup of tea, funny how things work out.

In work today for a few hours doing a bit of research regarding new business, quite exciting, I'll let you know how we are doing.

I wish you and your family a Happy Easter.

Ronnie
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Butt Bar

I was telling our son (he's gone back to uni now) about the Tina Turner concert, got round to talking about towns and cities all having their designated areas - dining, seedy, entertainment, shopping etc, he knew the Fantasy Bar in Manchester, said it's a lap dancing club, I thought first I'm glad we didn't go there then, and second how the hell does my son know it. I didn't even ask him, P can ask him over a beer some time.

This morning I was thinking about the Fantasy Bar, don't ask me why, I answered my mail, checked a few things for P then googled it and true enough it is a lap dancing club and quite expensive judging by the reviews, I don't think a student's grant would go far there. Then I drifted to checking bars and entertainment venues in other areas, I meandered outside of the UK and came across New Orleans and Bourbon Street, which I've never visited but it's apparently in the French quarter and lined with bars and music to suit all ages and tastes, sounds nice I think I would like it.

Then I found this poster which I though was fantastic, it didn't say which bar does the butt shows but it does suggest a broad mix of clients. I couldn't see myself on the poster, 'spanked butt' was not included.

 

Talking of spanked butts, as we had the house to ourselves last night P spanked me, not hard, just one rolled over from the weekend he said, so that I know he doesn't forget. Well not always.

 

Ronnie

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Al Fresco Spanking

Hope you all had a nice weekend, the weather's improving here, it might take a turn back yet but it's nice to be out without winter wrappings.

 

Our son goes back to uni today, the campus is closed for Easter but the library and other facilities are open, he's got studying to do and he does it better there than at home with me fussing about.

 

Yesterday morning, Sunday, normally a traditional spanking morning for me but not with family back, P said let's take a stroll in the woods so we popped out for a couple of hours. We went off the beaten track, P had his hand on my butt, checking glute functioning he said, then he said he was going to spank me. No  chance, not here in the woods I told him, but he was insistent and took my hand and guided me through the bushes completely off track and over to where a large diameter tree had been cut down by Forestry and made a good seat. Now if he'd just gone ahead and put me across his knee or over the tree and spanked me it would have worked out just fine, me apprehensive about being caught yet turned on by the prospect.

 

But that didn't happen. P got out his Swiss army knife, must have planned this, very romantic, not, went over and cut a branch, trimmed it, came and took his place on the tree trunk and motioned me to get across his lap. I did but three strokes into my backside the branch broke, so up I was ordered while P went to cut another branch, he came over with a thicker one, supple with tiny green buds which he quickly trimmed off, this looked promising, the sting of the broken branch even through my jeans had a nice feel, we hadn't been arrested by Forest Rangers, my confidence was growing, I could imagine what the branch would feel like bare-bum. And then we heard rushing through the leaves followed by excited children's voices, and two highly energetic English springers charged through the bushes one of them jumping half on P's lap with muddy paws and giving him big slobbering lick before he could get up. I laughed, P threw his branch which the other springer chased and snapped in two, then the kids appeared followed by mom and dad. They apologised for the dogs, the mud on P, but he actually didn't mind we used to have German shepherd and we chatted for a while.

 

After they went on their way we went on ours. The moment had gone. P said he'd spank me for laughing at him, I said ha you won't get chance, he said he'd hold it over until we have the house to ourselves again. He might forget but here's hoping.

 

Ronnie

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Strict Maitre d'

I know I mentioned our son's home from uni for a few days. It means a spanking drought but I get a mega amount of washing and ironing, it arrives with him jumbled into bin sacks and it returns in neat piles, I've neglected a couple of P's shirts intentionally so he'll have reason to take issue with me when son returns. Devious eh.

 

We ate out last night, couldn't get a table where we wanted to go because we didn't book, didn't think it would be busy, so we ended up in a brasserie which had space, a bit upmarket actually but nice, the food was good the staff friendly except the maitre d' who was efficient but a bit starchy. 

One of the waitress, who our son knew from High School, spilled some wine on her tunic and made a comment about going and removing it, I told her it hardly showed, she said 'Oh it'll show and Mr ---- is bound to notice, nothing escapes his attention.'  Well accidents happen, I told her, I'm sure he'll understand but she rolled her eyes and said he was pretty strict about dress and service standards, I'm sure she popped to the loo and mopped the spillage.

 

I looked at the rest of the waiting staff, one boy and three more girls, and imagined the maitre d' inspecting them, she'd mentioned the word strict and I mused that perhaps he might spank them if they fell too far short of his standards, amazing where a corrupted mind can wander during a spanking drought. 

Ronnie

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Simply The Best

I said I'll tell you a little bit about the Tina Turner concert we went to on Monday, I'm a bit late but we've been really busy since getting back and now P tells me it's time we opened another business, non-related to our current work, hmm I'll tell more as and if we progress with that .  Sorry concert photos not brilliant.

 

Anyway we arrived at the hotel later than we'd planned as P was longer with our client than expected so quick shower for 

both of us and a very 'too-quick' spanking for me, P likes to christen a hotel room its a little habit of his, I'm not complaining. Walking along Manchester's Deansgate towards the concert venue searching for fast service food we passed the Fantasy Bar, P said 'That looks interesting we'll stop off for a drink there on the way back'. I thought it looked a bit seedy, I snapped it on my new easy to use Nokia. We passed plenty of restaurants but none where we though we could be in and out within 30 mins so we ended up in a Burger King and made the Arena with 20 mins to spare.

 

Some of the songs she  sang -

Steamy Windows

Typical Male

River Deep Mountain High

What You Get Is 

What You See

Better Be Good To Me

Acid Queen

Whats Love Got To Do With It

Private Dancer

We Dont Need 

Another Hero

I Can't Stand The Rain

Jumping Jack Flash

Goldeneye

Addicted to Love

Simply the Best

Proud Mary

Be Tender With Me Baby

Nutbush City Limits

At one point she came out over 

the stage on a hydraulic crane, hanging right over the crowd showering them with sweat as she leaned over and played to them which everybody loved. 

Tina Turner was truly remarkable, 2 hours of pure pleasure and she worked so hard  for her audience, if you get the chance to see her go, definitely go. 

If I'm as fit as her when I'm 69 /70 I will be well pleased.

 
I was dying to get up and dance but all around us nobody seemed up for it, don't get me wrong they all were having a great time just needed a bit of encouragement, so when Addicted to Love came on that was it I was up on my feet and you know what our whole section did the same, I hardly sat at all after that. She was brilliant.

It was near 11pm when we left the concert arena, it was warm for the time of year, we'd already decided we'd walk back, we didn't go into the Fantasy Bar, we passed it the doors were open and a couple of bouncers stood outside, it looked even more seedy in the dark, P said we'd just get a drink at the hotel instead. Ha all talk.

 

We only just made it they closed the bar at 11.30, whoever heard of that, I won't name the hotel. Maybe we should have stopped at the Fantasy Bar after all.

Ronnie

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