Tattoos? Certainly not.
Imagine getting up close and personal with someone resembling a willow pattern plate. Not for me sweetie. A healthy toned skin is far more acceptable in a close companion, even a touch of bottled sunshine, though that's a cosmetic of the deperate or destitute, really. Much more agreeable to top up in the tropics, on a tranquil beach by the great waters, such as my little Seychelles hideaway. I'm flying south for the winter in a couple of weeks. Would you care to top up your tan, honey button? - Though I had beter warn you, there's no electricty. Well, there's a generator, but it creates a hell of a lot of noise just to plug in a hair drier.

Does a month of continual glorious sunny days and steamy tropical nights hold any appeal for you? Or do you prefer the excitement of life surrounded by sex shops, clip joints and post production suites here in the infamous square mile that is Soho. A change might do you good. IOt always works wonders for me.

Surprise me later, don't tell me now. Would you like to eat? The choice is limited here, but I'm beginning to enjoy the buzz. It's like bees around a honey pot. You are causing a stir sweetie, they are all gazing at you in awe. Have they never seen a southern belle before?