Saturday, 2 June 2018

WDLDE OEBYJ BIKJ

This week got me thinking of dear old Bryan Adams, the Canadian rocker currently doing the rounds in the UK on a massive tour.  Not that I've been to see him, unfortunately (I have it on good authority that his gigs have been brilliant), but I found myself recently humming his classic hit 'The Summer Of 69'.

Not only a great song, and a great sexual position, too... but the main reason was my own looking back at summers passed - specifically 2012 and 2013.  I spent much of those summer weekends in stockings, heels and vintage attire, visiting numerous 1940s and vintage-themed events around the country.  There were certainly some great weekends, but in 2014 the vintage scene began to pass me by.

Partly the blame lies with visiting Berlin for the first time for the German Fetish weekend in 2014.  It was there that I rediscovered the thrills of the fetish scene, which was struggling to stay alive in the UK thanks to prudish, ultra-conservative councils and the closing of many fetish-friendly venues.  Looking back at my blogs for the summers of 2013, 2014 and 2015 I can see the slow change... and just as I unearthed my fetish thrills again, the vintage scene began to suffer from its own struggle with modern life - German military uniforms banned across myriad events, bus-loads of modern-day dressed crowds choking the events of life and space (Haworth, in particular, suffered from this), and every small village wanting its own vintage 1940s weekend diluting those who bothered to dress up and take part.

So, forgetting events like the Goodwood Revival, Bicester Flywheel, etc, my last proper vintage weekend event was probably in 2016 at Uttoxeter racecourse.  These last few years have seen me saving my money for fetish events in Berlin, Hamburg and London rather than whiling away the summer in a 1940s dress and stockings.

Therefore, I was actually looking forward to returning to yesteryear this last weekend.  Now, those who read my Blog will know that as well as being a vintage vamp and fetish floozie, I'm also a rock chick.  Which brings me nicely to another rock star - Jon Bon Jovi.  In between the albums 'These Days' of 1995 and 'Crush' of 2000 (and long after the heyday of 'Slippery When Wet' and 'Keep The Faith') the singer took time out - to save the world from the evil that was the Nazi regime, subsequently recorded for posterity in the documentary U-571.  My return to the past would take in that very tale - a visit to Bletchley Park, where the Enigma code was broken by some brave Americans whilst the British and Polish made the tea and tended the gardens.

I jest, of course.  I've never actually watched U-571, nor have a desire to so so, but remained excited by my planned trip to Milton Keynes and a chance to see where the quiet war was truly won by some truly extraordinary men and women.

I arrived in the city of roundabouts late afternoon on Saturday for an overnight stay at the Hilton Hotel - in the unusual location of the city's football ground.  The corridors (and some rooms) gave a great view over the pitch.  I was glad it wasn't football season, though, as at least the hotel was not as crowded as it could be.

Dexi Delite Altrincham and Manchester Escort - Hilton Hotel, Milton Keynes.
Before much-needed refreshments, there was another job to do.  Readers may recall that on my last visit to Boutique Bizarre in Hamburg I tried on a gorgeous pair of thigh-boots.  Although the store did not have them in my size, I soon ordered them on my return to the UK, and recently they arrived.

Fit for nightclubs and fucking, they are superb, and I thought a night in a hotel room might be a good chance to take a photo or two...

Dexi Delite Altrincham and Manchester Escort - fetish fuck thigh boots.

I managed to get quite a few photos, and will no doubt use a few for my website. 

I have to say that they have already been wrapped around the hips of a couple of my gentlemen visitors as they ploughed their hard cocks into me, and can attest that having some skin-tight black thigh boots caressing their skin and needle-point heels digging into their thighs certainly spurs the gents on whilst riding.

Photos taken, and a change of attire into something less risqué than thigh boots - a minidress and high-heeled sandals  - it was time for food and drinks in the open-air Terrace Bar.

Dexi Delite Altrincham and Manchester Escort - Hilton Hotel, Milton Keynes.
At some point, after eating, one of the ladies suggested it was worth getting a bottle of dessert wine to share between the two of us.  A short while later some photos went from 'sensible' pictures...

Dexi Delite Altrincham and Manchester Escort - Hilton Hotel, Milton Keynes.
to...

Dexi Delite Altrincham and Manchester Escort - women behaving badly.
It wouldn't have been too bad had not the groom and his mates at a wedding reception not been standing where they had a full-on view of my spread thighs and barely-there panties.  Hopefully the groom thought that photos of two rather drunken ladies taking rude photos would have been a bonus for the wedding album.

By 9.00pm it was a somewhat unsteady strut back to our respective hotel rooms for a decent sleep before an early morning start on Sunday...

..or would have been, if the skies had not thundered, flashed and thrown down a summer monsoon right through the night.  I got back out of bed to watch the show, fascinated by the bright lightning strobes accompanied by rolling thunder, but still hoping that Sunday would dawn a little sunnier.

Luckily it did - so, I slid into my pink vintage dress, stockings and suspenders and high heels, and we headed off in a car to Bletchley Park itself.

Since World War Two, Milton Keynes has sprung up to overshadow the small old site, which would have been a shame if the Nazis had indeed invaded and made it as far as Buckinghamshire.  The reason?  Milton Keynes' wonderfully laid-out but rather nondescript  roads means one wrong turning and you are fucked - the Nazi hoardes would probably never have found Bletchley Park and would have remained endlessly driving their Tiger tanks around the numerous and identical roundabouts of the city, looking for a way out.  Despite having sat-nav in the car, our driver took one wrong turning and we ended up... well, I've no idea even now.  Roundabouts and streets and roads all looked the same to all of us.

"Have we been down here?"
"Yes, I remember that roundabout and last time we took the last exit... oh, hold on, no, this doesn't look right..."

Back to the roundabout.  A different exit.
"Have we been down here?"
"Yes, I remember that roundabout and last time we took the last exit... oh, hold on, no, this doesn't look right..."

Back to another roundabout (or was it the original one?)...
"Have we been down here?"
"Yes, I remember that roundabout and last time we took the last exit... oh, hold on, no, this doesn't look right..."

Eventually we made it to Bletchley Park (by pure chance, it seemed), parked the car and joined the short queue to get in. I strolled through the main entrance and into the main park.  A short walk away a WWII road-block was erected, complete with some army tents and vehicles, staffed by suitably-attired GIs.  A chance for another stocking-top shot - this time interrupted by the owner of the army jeep who seemed to be a little surprised by the flash of nylon but happy to stay and watch while I posed for a couple of photos...

Dexi Delite Altrincham and Manchester Escort - nylon stockings and heels, Bletchley Park.
Past the road-block lay a lovely still pond, with some rather relaxed Bletchley Park inhabitants resting in the peaceful morning.  I wondered if the remainder of their day would be so quiet once the crowds arrived...


Dexi Delite Altrincham and Manchester Escort - Bletchley Park.

Dexi Delite Altrincham and Manchester Escort - Bletchley Park.
Dexi Delite Altrincham and Manchester Escort - Bletchley Park.
Further on past the sleepy swans and beyond the pond was a large and erect marquee (as opposed to a large and erect Marquis - I'm not sure which could offer more delights) filled with vintage stalls.  Outside, some lovely old vans and their owners were preparing for a days trading.  I was particularly enamored with the small gin-bar trailer, but being British and with the sun not yet over the yard arm at 10.00am, it was a little too early to sample their wares.

Dexi Delite Altrincham and Manchester Escort - vans, Bletchley Park.

I wandered into the marquee and spent some time browsing the stalls.  As much as there was indeed some lovely clothes and accessories, I decided that I didn't want any extra vintage gear just yet.

Dexi Delite Altrincham and Manchester Escort - vintage stall, Bletchley Park.
Outside in the rapidly heating-up day, Bletchley Park Hall stood grand and welcoming in the sun, whilst outside two lovely old vintage cars stood sentinel.

Dexi Delite Altrincham and Manchester Escort - Bletchley Park.

Dexi Delite Altrincham and Manchester Escort - Bletchley Park.

Dexi Delite Altrincham and Manchester Escort - Bletchley Park.
Inside the Hall the cool rooms, many furnished as they were in the war years, were a welcome respite from the heat and humidity of the day.

Dexi Delite Altrincham and Manchester Escort - Bletchley Park.
Dexi Delite Altrincham and Manchester Escort - Bletchley Park.
Along with the lovely old offices, there were more modern displays telling the story of the formation and history of Bletchley Park, and the incredible individuals there who changed the course of history - proof indeed that the pen (or pencil) is truly mightier than the sword.  Living in Manchester I knew a little of the name and story of Alan Turing, the genius that was fundamental in the success of the team, but learnt too of other names no less crucial - people like Bill Tutte who, given the code for the Lorenz machine (the updated Enigma machine) managed to work out its construction and decipher its hidden messages by analysing the codes alone, along with numerous other men and women who toiled, often under poor conditions, relentlessly to break the Nazi codes that were costing the lives of many Allied forces personnel.

I headed back outside and made my way over to the old huts, still preserved, where the real codebreaking was done.

Dexi Delite Altrincham and Manchester Escort - Bletchley Park.
Firstly Huts 11 and 11A.  These huts offered more information regarding the Enigma machines and Turing's Bombes (computers) that were instrumental in breaking their codes.  It was fascinating, even if some of it went ever so slightly over my head...

Dexi Delite Altrincham and Manchester Escort - Bletchley Park.
Over in Huts 3, 6 and 8 there were further displays of the vital work done during the war, and even chances to have a go at codebreaking yourself.  Of course, a few digital letters in a simple hidden code are a fair bit easier than those offered by an Enigma machine - 150,738,274,937,250 different possible permutations... but still the codebreakers solved it.

Dexi Delite Altrincham and Manchester Escort - Bletchley Park.
Hut 8 was the home of a special place - Alan Turing's small and sparse office.  For all his remarkable work with the breaking of the Enigma and Lorenz machines and a founding role in the birth of computers, he was treated shoddily by the subsequent government in his 1952 conviction for gross indecency - for simply being a homosexual.

Dexi Delite Altrincham and Manchester Escort - Alan Turing's office, Bletchley Park.
Dexi Delite Altrincham and Manchester Escort - Bletchley Park.
Further back towards the entrance was Block C, a later addition during the WWII years for naval code-breaking.  This is now a large display of life in the 1940s, and includes an example of one of the complicated Lorenz cipher machines, and as mentioned previously its construction worked out by Bill Tutte without ever seeing it.


Dexi Delite Altrincham and Manchester Escort - Lorenz cipher machine, Bletchley Park.
In the same block is housed a large section dedicated to Alan Turing, including the long-awaited posthumous pardon from the British government - too little and far, far too late for me.

Dexi Delite Altrincham and Manchester Escort - Alan Turing statue, Bletchley Park.
Dexi Delite Altrincham and Manchester Escort - Bletchley Park.
Outside, crowds were now swarming into the Park, and the intrusion of modern life seemed suddenly at odds with the mood of the site - it was time to go.

As a vintage event, it was OK - too many dressed in modern clothing once again, but as an event I thoroughly recommend a visit to Bletchley Park - inspirational, thought-provoking and more than a little bit humbling.

We remain in their debt.

Oh... and the coded Blog title?  Well, suitably "Livin' On A Prayer", of course, in an Enigma pattern.


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