Sunday, 29 May 2016


Last weekend I was in Manchester for a rare night out in the city.  It seems that there is more to entice me to make the extra effort to go to London or even Germany these days rather than the city where I live, and that is actually rather sad.  For all it's proclamations to be a major city with a night-life that offers everything, anyone looking for something outside of the usual tastes will be a little let down.

However, with the organisers of the Sexhibition weekend and the legendary Dystopia events starting another evening entertainment, Peepshow, it was worth the stroll across the city - which meant braving Manchester's usual drenching downpour that evening.  As I'd decided to wear my Chinese dress from Kiku over some sexy stockings and suspenders, I was worried about the weather and watermarks on the delicate material.  I checked my wardrobe for something to protect it with - ah yes, my mac (as in pervy, see-through fetish flasher mac, not the computery-type thing).  Perfect.  I'd missed the inaugural night of Peepshow back in April as I'd been away for the Fetish Evolution weekend in Essen, so was definitely looking forward to visiting this time around.

The event was held at The Ruby Lounge, a club that holds many great memories for me of the old Caged Asylum lap-dancing rock club.  There was still a queue waiting to get in when I arrived just after 11.00pm - a good sign.  Once inside I left my mac at the cloakroom, got my first drink (they sold my favourite rum, Old J - fantastic!) and had a wander around the club.

There were plenty of Chesterfield sofas dotted around, and in an alcove a rather interesting caged seat/bed.  With the club being not yet full, I took the opportunity of a quick photo.

Dexi Delite Manchester and Cheshire Escort - Peepshow, Manchester.
The clientelle was an intriguing mixture of Manchester's various alternative groups.  Goths, heavy-metal rockers, hipstery-types, burlesque aficionados, smart 1940's retro dudes and fetishists all inter-mingled.  It was a fabulously relaxed atmosphere.  A towering red-headed Amazon strolled past in her tiny red latex outfit, 7-inch heels elevating her height even more.  I felt myself drooling, but couldn't possibly say from what pair of lips that was - I am a lady, after all.  A stunning girl in corset and tiny cat-ears shimmied past, her breasts just held in place by the restricting corset.  A shaven-headed rocker with multiple tattoos brushed through the crowd in his kilt, his delectable girlfriend in skin-tight latex following. In the toilets I got talking to a lovely lingerie-clad Marilyn-Monroe lookalike, her bountiful curves and alluring looks capturing my attention and gaze quite easily.  Before the end of the night I had managed to bury my face in her breasts... of course!

In one corner of the club a dungeon area had been set up.  As it was quiet I managed to catch up with M, a very dear friend who shall forever be in my debt for bringing my hateful computer Hal to heel. He was in charge of the dungeon, and would have a very busy night later on, it turned out.

Dexi Delite Manchester and Cheshire Escort - dungeon area, Peepshow, Manchester.
Along with fantastic music (varying from Etta James right through to Rammstein and The Prodigy), there were burlesque performances to enjoy.  I didn't actually see many of the acts as I was busy enjoying the night with friends, but did manage to catch one act before the end of the night - a very lovely petite thIng in skimpy linerie who did her act in a small plastic pool.  A good job, too, as her act involved covering herself in cream and body oil.  If I hadn't have been in my rather expensive dress I may have joined her in the pool...

It was 3.30am when I finally left the club, and can report on a great and diverse night, and a very much needed one for Manchester.

Dexi Delite Manchester and Cheshire Escort - Peepshow, Manchester.

Sunday, 15 May 2016

Life On Mars?

Last week I found myself London-bound courtesy Virgin's rather fabulous (to me, anyway) express service.  It seemed like only a few days earlier that I'd visited the capitol to attend Torture Garden, but this was going to be a very different trip.

A friend had been given two theatre tickets for her birthday, and as poor hubby was called in to work and couldn't go, I took the lovely offer of accompanying her - a two-day break in London is never easy to turn down at the best of times.  Plus, there was the added lure of those theatre tickets...

We arrived in the city and made our way to the hotel near Euston.  After dropping our bags we still had time for a shopping stroll down Oxford Street.  It must be one of the busiest streets in the world, though, and it's hard to keep sane when you are jostled constantly.  Nevertheless, some lovely browsing in the Selfridges lingerie department was a fabulous way to unwind, even if some of the lingerie on sale was as expensive as a long weekend in Berlin.

After Selfridges and the throng of Oxford Street we headed down Bond Street and through Mayfair, taking in the unique atmosphere of the city.  Once we found our way back to Regent Street there was the small matter of a detour.  Turning left down a small road off Regent Street, we walked along the short cul-de-sac of Heddon Street. We weren't expecting to find any special markings and had assumed we would have to do our own detective work, but to our delight a plaque stood proudly on the wall proclaiming this unassuming spot to have a unique place in rock history.

There among the scaffolding, lay this...

Dexi Delite Manchester and Cheshire Escort - Heddon Street, London
Yes, we found our way to the location for the iconic photo of David Bowie for the cover of his seminal album, The Rise And Fall Of Ziggy Stardust And The Spiders From Mars.  The short, smart, dead-end street, now with it's restaurants and offices, looks little like the shabby and downbeat scene on the album (pedestrian-only, now, too, so no cars), but that certain magic still pervades.

Dexi Delite Manchester and Cheshire Escort - David Bowie, Heddon Street, London
David Bowie was a thread running through my life, his music playing in every soundtrack of every important time in my formative years, but more importantly always seemed to say 'it's OK to be different, you don't have to be one of the herd', and the ultimate space alien-rock star alter-ego Ziggy Stardust carried those statements like a banner, calling to arms all the disaffected and the disenfranchised.

Oh no love! you're not alone
No matter what or who you've been
No matter when or where you've seen
All the knives seem to lacerate your brain
I've had my share, I'll help you with the pain
You're not alone

Just turn on with me and you're not alone
Rock 'n' Roll Suicide, David Bowie

Dexi Delite Manchester and Cheshire Escort - me, Heddon Street, London
 We stayed for a few photos, and by the time we left groups of people were waiting patiently to stand in the legendary spot, including a large burly builder who said as we passed, "Hope these lot aren't going to be too long, I've walked across town in my lunch hour to get a photo!"

Dexi Delite Manchester and Cheshire Escort - me, Heddon Street, London
 We found our way back to our hotel, and had a relaxing late afternoon before getting ready for the theatre.  We set off in good time, arriving at the Dominion Theatre to see Jeff Wayne's stage version of The War Of The Worlds.  Yes, another album from my youth, and I was intrigued to see how it would work as a stage production.

Dexi Delite Manchester and Cheshire Escort - War Of the Worlds, Dominion Theatre
Inside, the Dominion Theatre was absolutely stunning.  The lovely, deep red opulent seats were fabulously comfortable, and our positions in the circle seats offered great views of the stage and stunning building.

The stage itself was a steam-punk's dream, all glowering menacing red with assorted cogs and mechanical symbols decorating the stage.

Dexi Delite Manchester and Cheshire Escort - War Of the Worlds, Dominion Theatre

Dexi Delite Manchester and Cheshire Escort - War Of the Worlds, Dominion Theatre
Soon the lights dimmed, and the deep voice of Liam Neeson rumbled across the theatre... "No one would have believed, in the last years of the nineteenth century that human affairs were being watched from the timeless worlds of space. No one could have dreamed that we were being scrutinized, as someone with a microscope studies creatures that swarm and multiply in a drop of water. Few men even considered the possibility of life on other planets and yet, across the gulf of space, minds immeasurably superior to ours regarded this Earth with envious eyes, and slowly and surely, they drew their plans against us."  A blaze of light from the stage, and a colossal fanfare from the assorted musicians... "Da-da-daaa...!"

That initial rendition of 'The Eve Of War' was mesmerising, kick-starting the rollercoaster of the show.  With a cast featuring Jimmy Nail, Michael Praed, David Essex and a hologram Liam Neeson, the show has some top theatre performers, and Heidi Range (former Sugarbabes - not my kind of music) and Daniel Beddingfield showed they could actually sing brilliantly, too.  I thought it was a thrilling show.  As with the album, I prefer the first half of the production, but I still remained engrossed all the way through.

Did I get a photo of the actual on-stage action?  No, I was too busy enjoying it.  I was also pleased not to see the depressing blue lights from mobile phones in the audience, too, something that is becoming endemic of our times - one of the reasons I have given up attending the cinema.

It was a fabulous night, though, and we had good memories to share on our journey back to the North West the following day.

Forward then, to this weekend, and another trip - once again heading back in time to the Victorian era that is Liversedge in West Yorkshire (only kidding, Liversedgians, calm down!) to visit one of my favourite fetish shops, Cathouse Clothing.  Earlier in the year I had asked them to make a special outfit ready for my visit to Essen, but unfortunately the material, which comes all the way from Russia, was delayed.  It meant that I only got the call last week that it was ready for collection.  As always with these special one-off creations, I was over-joyed.  It also meant that on Saturday evening I was heading over the the Northern Quarter in Manchester to have a couple of snaps taken of my new outfit.

Of course, the Northern Quarter was bustling and busy, with it's numerous bars and restaurants drawing visitors to the area.  That meant it wasn't the best time or place to try and get some photos in a rather eye-catching outfit, but I thought "Fuck it, do it anyway!" 

Dexi Delite Manchester and Cheshire Escort - Cathouse Clothing latex outfit, and Bowie again
 It wasn't long - about 30 seconds after stepping from the car, in fact - that groups of guys began asking for photos, most of whom it seemed had never seen a latex outfit before.  I got a few photos of my own, thankfully, including one for this week's Picture Of The Week, and soon decided it was time to leave before more people arrived.  Which brings us back nicely to the start of the post with Mr Bowie and Life On Mars... It's the freakiest show, indeed.

Monday, 2 May 2016

Different Worlds

This weekend saw the arrival of the May Bank Holiday.  My initial plans to head south to see friends had to be changed at short notice, so I was looking to have a quiet long weekend - especially as the weather chart looked a little too much like this...

That was until some friends from the vintage scene called me and asked if I fancied a trip to an old converted mill that sold lots of vintage paraphernalia.  It would certainly be nice to swap the rain-swept gloom of Manchester for the rain-swept gloom of Lancashire, so I readily agreed.

It turned out to be only a short trip up the thankfully-quiet and unclogged M6 to Ecclestone.  Once off the motorway, however, things became a little odd.  We passed though a little town called Hunger Hill, which sounded a little too much like Silent Hill for my liking, but at least the overcast but tranquil Lancashire countryside wasn't too eerie...

...until we passed a bizarre and rather odd scarecrow sat on a roadside bench.  Thirty yards down the road stood another three scarecrows, colourful and yet rather disturbing in their childish malevolence.  A few houses further on stood even more, and they soon began to appear with a more worring frequency.  "What the hell is this?" asked our driver.  It began to look like a bizarre May-day ritual where the locals caught and mummified any outsiders caught driving through their town.

It turned out to be the Wrightington-Heskin Scarecrow Festival, but was all a little too much like a strange other dimension built on a cross between The Wicker Man and Children Of The Corn, and I was a bit pleased to leave the strange sights behind and arrive at Bygone Times in Ecclestone.

We were a little early, and the mill hadn't opened its doors yet - but it did give an opportunity to look at the fantastic exterior of the place.  It certainly looked promising.

Dexi Delite Manchester and Cheshire Escort - Bygone Times, Ecclestone
Dexi Delite Manchester and Cheshire Escort - Bygone Times, Ecclestone
There is a £2.50 entrance fee, but it does gain you a lifetime membership of, well, a bygone world of yesteryear.  Inside was a myriad of small independent stalls selling pretty much everything that the most picky collector/hoarder could want.  Need a full-size working deep-sea diving helmet?  £350 and it could be yours.  How about a lurid green Orville (minus Keith Harris, of course)?  Also available, as was pretty much anything else.  How about a train set - but need one with a four-foot long locomotive?  It's here.

Dexi Delite Manchester and Cheshire Escort - Bygone Times, Ecclestone
Dexi Delite Manchester and Cheshire Escort - Bygone Times, Ecclestone
I had a good look through most of the stalls, and appear to have reached that point in life where you look at some old piece of kitchenware or ornament and think "Bloody hell, we had those when I was a kid!"

In an adjoining hall more vintage items were for sale - once again everything for the perennial hoarder to fill their house with.

Dexi Delite Manchester and Cheshire Escort - Bygone Times, Ecclestone
Dexi Delite Manchester and Cheshire Escort - Bygone Times, Ecclestone
My friend guided me down into the basement - she had been before - and it wasn't long before I saw what she was excited about.  In one corner of the downstairs area a stall/area dedicated to vintage lingerie was lovingly laid out.

Dexi Delite Manchester and Cheshire Escort - gorgeous lingerie, Bygone Times, Ecclestone
he displays of original vintage underwear was fantastic, even if,sadly, most of the items weren't for sale, but it was clearly a life-long passion for the gentleman that had put it together.

Dexi Delite Manchester and Cheshire Escort - gorgeous lingerie, Bygone Times, Ecclestone
Dexi Delite Manchester and Cheshire Escort - gorgeous lingerie, Bygone Times, Ecclestone
Dexi Delite Manchester and Cheshire Escort - gorgeous lingerie, Bygone Times, Ecclestone
In a nearby area a small memorial was dedicated to those lost in war - specifically the First and Second World Wars.  It was a lovely but sad display, especially with readings broadcast over the speaker system that read out letters from the Front in the First World War.  One such letter thanked his family for sending extra rations, described the horrendous conditions that soldiers had to put up with in the trenches, and very poignantly told of how they were "going over the top" the next day.

Dexi Delite Manchester and Cheshire Escort - Bygone Times, Ecclestone
 Lastly, to improve the mood a little, I found a room full of old amusement arcade machines.  For £1 you got a handful of old pennies that you could use to play the machines.  I had a bit of nostalgia as I played a variety of the old games, once again bringing back a few memories from visits to the seaside as a child.

Dexi Delite Manchester and Cheshire Escort - Bygone Times, Ecclestone
Three hours later we were back in the car and heading back to Manchester.  I can thoroughly recommend Bygone Times if you like wandering around somewhere different and looking at old curiousities and collectables.  One word of advice though - get there early.  It was pretty busy when we left, and I was pleased that we'd had the chance to browse the stalls in relative peace.

Did I buy anything?  Yes - just one item.  An immaculate leather coat that fitted me like a glove, and immediately made me feel like a deviant fetish flasher.  Mmmm.  No doubt I'll get some photos of me in it (and perhaps not much else) soon.

And finally, some good news. Yes, after some months I am pleased to announce that All Systems Are Go, the Green Light is ON and I am back to offering a full service.

Dexi Delite Manchester and Cheshire Escort - All Systems Are GO!
I know it's been a long time coming for my regular visitors and those new gentlemen who have been quitely patient - believe me, I've been counting the days, too.  So I can now say, with some confidence, I look forward to seeing you all again soon.