Tuesday, 24 June 2008


Busy Bee Amy!
I'm sorry not to update more just now, I'm all over the place in that funny thing called Real Life!

Last week I was down in London again, and was invited to attend a Peaches Party as both an errant schoolgirl in the afternoon (and oh boy, did I feel the error of my ways impacting upon my rear!) and then the Head Girl alongside Miss Parker, caner extraordinaire, for the evening's Fem Domme party.
We didn't hold back during the detention, and the boys who chose to avoid punishment by getting almost full marks in their tests didn't remain that way for long, as demerits could be handed out at our discretion, and for any misdemeanour we could find. Believe me, we were quite inventive!

I also purchased two beautiful new canes while I was down (after some roguish gentlemen managed to break my crook handled main cane across my backside. I think that's the definition of "a little too enthusiastic". Or, indeed, where my safeword would come in... !) so am looking forwards to breaking them in (and not "on"!) soon.
Traveling through London and back up to Glasgow with a couple of canes isn't the easiest of ventures though, especially when combined with other luggage. I'm looking forwards to moving down to London later this year, as I spend too much time living out of a suitcase just now!

Here, have a picture of my bottom after 60 beautifully accurate firm cane strokes, from the wonderful Mr T:


Saturday, 7 June 2008

Of all the people I have an utter lack of respect for...

... one of the biggest offenders (apart from people who break anyone's trust, of course!) is the gutter journalist. You have those in the profession who travel out to war zones and report under sniper fire (or was that Hilary? I get confused...), and those who go out of their way to bring you a fair debate on some vital medical issue.

And then of course you have those whose qualifications essentially limit them to WRITING every other WORD in CAPITALS! It riles the masses, I believe.
This post is not about them. ;)

This post is about something that actually has a worthwhile meaning for once.

Quite recently I stumbled, as one can only do via the internet, across a blog I found all at once fascinating and compelling. It is written by - wait for it - a Journalist.

Adrian Sudbury is a young man whose writing affected me deeply for several reasons, most of which need not be heralded to the British Public at large. He isn't going to be around much longer, which, to be blunt, is shit. (It's very hard to convey this into words without sounding contrived or 'holier than thou', I do apologise.)

His message essentially boils down to this: the world needs more bone marrow donors.

He is currently leading a campaign to get the government to educate school leavers about registering to be a donor. Simple as that. Not pressurising or guilt-tripping them to sign up. Just telling them that it's an option (I certainly didn't know about it when I was leaving school.) and quashing the negative image that people get at the words "bone" and "donor".

It only requires a blood test to register. No boney involvement there!

The Anthony Nolan Trust is where the UK register of Bone Marrow donors is held, although as far as I'm aware people on the register can be used to try and find matches for any of the worldwide requirements for a bone marrow transplant. So my non-UK readers can just get in as well!

I think one of the multiple reasons I feel so strongly about this is because I am in more than one of the "definite exclusion" categories for donating both marrow and blood, and, as such, feel a tad useless.

Some years ago my life was saved with a blood transfusion (that sounds dreadfully sensationalist and attention seeking, but it's, you know, true.) and since then I have always been extraordinarily grateful and full of respect for the people who can, and do donate.
I also, at the same time, had to have actual bone marrow removed, which was done under GA, like a chosen donor would undergo. It was a wee bit sore afterwards, yeah. But so was nearly dying, you know? ;)

Yeah, it's needles. Zoinks!!!!
Holy crap, have you seen the amount of needles someone that sick has to put up with?

"All very well the masochist telling us it's fine!" I hear you cry! (figuratively) :)

I don't particularly like needles. When I was younger I used to fear blood tests like nothing on earth. I used to use EMLA cream to numb over the vein. Worked like a charm, and was always fun to poke the numb area afterwards, until I realised I was being a bit wet, and so much worse could happen than a bloody, er, blood test. (The queen of puns. Maybe my journo career is just beginning?)

Sooo... barr making a financial donation,and spreading the word, I can't make more of a practical, life changing difference.
You may well be able to.
And if you can't, then do the same as me. Or just sign the petition linked on Adrian's Blog.

Freaky One-Legged Nurse Amy says "Get off your behinds and make me proud!"