Finally managed to capture the heart of newest love interest/covers band bass guitarist. Well, captured all of him really. Using my standard hessian sack and tape trick, I pounced on him after band practice. I then dragged him back to my abode willingly, and tied him to one of my new antique kitchen chairs. (A past lover had left them when he had to vacate his apartment quite suddenly after I had ...been there one night. Seems landlords don't appreciate it when you knock out retaining walls to build yourself a walk-in closet. Who uses kitchens these days anymore, anyhow?).

So, with bass guitarist tied and bound I prance about giving him my best love dance complete with bunny hop, jazz hands and ending in a fantastic downward dog. Mission complete - he is besotted by me (bewildered/besotted - who cares?!). I think he'll call. His screams as he flew out of my front door were not as terrified as they could have been. Yep, just another night....

Apologies dear readers, I have been on a job that required me to, shall we say, 'lay low' for a while. Yes, my old bosses from the Tokyo 'modeling agency' have tracked me down and I had to do a 'quick run' to an eastern block country to pay them back for skipping out last time. Plenty of action to be had that I can't share unfortunately. Lets just say that 3 certain men will have smiles on their faces for a long time to come. 2 guys will never look at me the same way again (or indeed any other woman). And 1 gentleman has converted to buddism to find 'peace and inner calm'. Seems I have all sorts of effects on people. Oh well, a job worth doing is worth doing well I say!