Monday, 23 September 2019

Another Walk On The Wild Side

Last weekend was one of those slightly odd and almost surreal couple of days that you sometimes have when you have one foot in the dark-side and one foot in normal life (what you deem 'normal' to be, of course).

Back in the 1990s there was a thriving fetish scene across the UK, and very much so in the north of England.  Clubs sprang up from Liverpool all the way along the length of the M62 to Hull, and you could have a decent night in any one of them.

Club Lash was Manchester's event, ran back then by the lovely Rosie Lugosi (now a famed author).  Over the years the kinky scene and clubs have declined to the point of non-existence - much lamented on my blog may times over.  It would be a brave person who would try and go against the grain now, but perhaps there is a stirring in the kinky loins of Manchester.

The first problem is one of the official 'council' acceptance.  The local councils (Manchester city, in this case) can apply pressure by threatening to look at a club's licence if they hold events that aren't deemed correct - in today's politically-sensitive world it seems that as long as you have a cause then you can push back.  Not so the consenting adults of the kinky world - despite there never being any issues or trouble at these events.  Indeed, the last Zara DuRose party at Cirque was interrupted by the council as a self-imposed morality police force.  It's not just Manchester, either.  I understand Westminster Council in London are as draconian with their own rules and regulations, which is a surprise - there are more wet cunts and dribbling pricks in Parliament at the moment than I've ever seen in porn movies and adult clubs put together.

The second problem is venues themselves.  The kinky crowd aren't well known for drinking bars dry of alcohol - inebriation never goes well with either BDSM play or serious fucking, and that, combined with council threats, means fetish clubs can struggle to find suitable venues.

The second problem was largely overcome by one particular Manchester venue - Vanitas.  The brave and visionary management team took a chance in deciding they wanted a fetish event at the spectacular club just yards away from the main Deansgate strip.  The person they chose to run it - the lovely Zara DuRose, of course.  The event would be titled The Forest Of Wonders.

The fetish event would take place alongside the normal opening of the club, but ZDR ticket holders would be allowed into the small but lavish dungeon/play room and the large upstairs bar.  It's always tricky deciding what to wear for these mixed events - I settled on my long see-through red sequined gown, with only a tiny thong to preserve some modesty down below.

There is a problem with Manchester city centre parking - the main car-parks demand (make that rob) around £20-£25 for four to six hours.  If you want longer than that you may as well book a hotel room with free parking - look at it as a free accommodation for the parking charges.

Secondly, there is the long walk to the club after leaving the car - not ideal if you are wearing something eye-catching.  I did have the foresight to wear a long leather coat over my transparent dress, but even so there were a few appreciative looks as the coat blew slightly open as I walked to Vanitas.

It was lovely to meet up with Zara, doing delightful hostess-duties on the door.  I had a quick look around the club whilst it was still quiet, and I have to say the expensive revamp that the club had undergone was magnificent.  Emblems of everlasting death celebrated transient life, with butterflies (life after death) and Mexican Day Of the Dead symbolism abounded.  It was decadent, sumptuous and gorgeous.

I settled in to the small and cosy playroom and waited for friends to arrive.

Dexi Delite South Manchester Escort - Zara DuRose, Vanitas, Manchester.
The club gradually filled, and it was good to see that the majority of attendees were for the ZDR event.  There were plenty of erotic-themed shows to keep the kinky and non-kinky entertained, and for a city that has oft turned its back on the exotic and erotic, it was a pretty busy night for a first run.

Without the offerings of a serious play/sex club, it was an ideal place for meeting like-minded souls, people-watching and just enjoying the sensual vibe of the night. As much as I'm a girl that is always up for some exhibitionistic fun, it was a great night, and I hope the ZDR and Vanitas teams can get together and put another one together - I'd certainly make a second visit.

After just a couple of hours sleep after The Forest Of Wonders I was up again for an early morning drive to the middle of Cheshire.  There was a good reason - one of the charities that I support (Cheshire Wildlife Trust) were holding a small mammal safari at their base near Malpas.

It was a cool and drizzling morning, and it certainly blew the cobwebs away.  After everyone had arrived we trooped out along nearby hedgerows, collecting pre-set traps and seeing what the Cheshire Wildlife team had caught.  It's an important part of understanding the health and diversity of the local fauna and the subsequent impacts on the food chain all the way up to the primary predators like owls and foxes.

Dexi Delite South Manchester Escort - Holly, probably NOT from Miami FLA...

Dexi Delite South Manchester Escort - Cheshire Wildlife Trust.
The first 'catch' was a slightly chilled-out field vole.  He looked quite happy and serene (the traps have bedding and plenty of food in them so the animals don't suffer - indeed, it's known that the same creatures revisit the traps night after night... it seems a B&B with free lodging is an ideal place to return to).  Once he was checked over he was let loose safely back into the thick hedgerow.

There were plenty of traps with nothing in them, and it was interesting that one whole section caught nothing - it was a section with very much 'modern' farming methods of cutting crops right up to the hedgerow itself.  Aside from the solitary vole, it was a bunch of wood mice that were caught - ten in all - in various traps.  The mice were a little more lively than the cool vole, though, eager to escape the bag in which they were deposited from the traps.

Dexi Delite South Manchester Escort - mouse, Cheshire Wildlife Trust.

Dexi Delite South Manchester Escort - another mouse, Cheshire Wildlife Trust.

Dexi Delite South Manchester Escort - errr... a mouse, Cheshire Wildlife Trust.

It was a fantastic way to spend an Autumn morning, and I felt alive and refreshed despite the damp weather.  It was wonderful to see that the membership funds go towards a dedicated and brilliant team and the welfare of the beautiful countryside.

A fabulously 'wild' weekend in a Forest Of Wonders and Fields Of Wonder.

Sunday, 15 September 2019

Vintage By The Sea, Morecambe.

So, September has arrived, and Summer is fading as Autumn begins weaving it's golden tapestry on the leaves and flowers.  Certainly my visit to the Lavender Gardens recently made me realise that a change in seasons was coming.  Not that there's been much of the summer to remember.

I decided to mark the passing of time with a foray into yesteryear's more glamorous past.

Destination - Morecambe.  Stardate - sometime in the 20th Century.  The last time I was in the seaside town was way, way back in 2013.  This time I was heading back to The Midland Hotel, but this time for a specific event - the town's Vintage By The Sea event.  Unlike much of the 1940's vintage scene in the UK, this would be an event that celebrated lifestyle and fashions for the 1920s right through to the 1980s.  Fantastic.  The only question - would the weather hold up?

I kept a nervous eye on the changeable weather through the week, finally deciding that Sunday looked the better of the two weekend days, but still at times rain was threatened.  Undaunted, I arrived at Morecambe nice and early ( a good job - parking looked to be a nightmare later on), greeted by a very brisk 19mph wind that came straight off the bay.  It would keep up its strong gusts throughout the day, keeping me sadly away from the beautiful seafront.  Although I'd decided to wear a late 1960's vintage gown (in ultra-bright pink and orange) and it was well-lined, those cold windy fingers kept finding ways through the folds of my dress to chill my skin.

Outside The Midland there were already rows of stunning classic cars lined up, perfectly framed by the majestic art-deco backdrop of the hotel.

Dexi Delite South Manchester Escort - Vintage By The Sea, Morecambe.

Dexi Delite South Manchester Escort - Americana, Vintage By The Sea, Morecambe.
Of course, I found a lovely late 1960s classic in subtle British Racing Green to complement my very vibrant dress from the same era.

Dexi Delite South Manchester Escort - E-Type, Vintage By The Sea, Morecambe.
Now I just needed a louche lover to whisk me away in the E-Type to a suitably sordid 1960s B&B where I could lie back on the creaking old bed, my legs spread, whilst my erstwhile lover oiled my bottom end with his steel piston.  Mmmm.

Despite my hot thoughts, I decided to get out of the coolness of the morning by heading over to The Platform - the nearby hall where the vintage fair was taking place.

A few stalls braved the outside area near the hall, and without the protecting wings of The  Midland were in the frontline of the assault from the landward gusts.  I was particularly impressed by a small pretty caravan, bravely bright and optimistic in the face of the changeable weather.

Dexi Delite South Manchester Escort - Vintage By The Sea, Morecambe.
Inside the hall, stalls and browsers packed together.  There was lots of quality items for sale, and I'd made sure I had funds to spare - just in case.

Dexi Delite South Manchester Escort - Vintage By The Sea, Morecambe.
I did get lots of complements on my dress, which was lovely - against the wartime era clothing it certainly stood out.

Dexi Delite South Manchester Escort - Vintage By The Sea, Morecambe.
I had a good look around, the money in my pocket burning a little hole in my pocket, but there wasn't really anything that truly made me want to part with it.

Finally, I braved the windswept outside again, heading first for an ice-cream (it's the seaside, why wouldn't you?) before checking out those plucky stalls enduring the elements outside the hall.

A small seating area was surrounded by a wall of stalls and a double-decker converted into a bar, like a circle of wagons protecting against an Apache attack, but sadly the wall was failing as the blustery wind found plenty of space to find its way through.  The blaring sounds of 1960s tunes from a nearby music stall ebbed and flowed in the incessant breezes.  The thought did cross my mind as I looked at the bright red bus that if the government seriously wants us all to leave the comfort of our cars, then surely a bar-bus is the answer.

Dexi Delite South Manchester Escort - Vintage By The Sea, Morecambe.

I decided to head back to the relative calm of the hotel car park, nervously eyeing the ominous clouds gathering overhead.

Dexi Delite South Manchester Escort - clouds, Vintage By The Sea, Morecambe.
Being a bit hungry, I headed through the busy car park and out onto the northern side, where more stalls were sited - this time selling food.

Here, on the unshielded part of the small headland, the wind was even livelier, blowing hats off and skirts up - how on earth did people manage when flowing skirts and hats were de rigueur?   Nearby, some fairground rides were waiting patiently for passengers, bright and cheerful against the gathering clouds... but with few takers.  I thought you'd have to be especially brave to choose the Big Wheel in the current gusting winds.

Dexi Delite South Manchester Escort - Vintage By The Sea, Morecambe.
It wasn't a hard decision to head back to the car park - seemingly the only sheltered spot on the seafront.  Passing through the car park, however, I was disturbed to hear a beautiful Jensen described sagely by a passerby as "the James Bond car" (no, that was an Aston Martin DB5)...

Dexi Delite South Manchester Escort - NOT a DB5, Vintage By The Sea, Morecambe.
 ...and, just as bad, a DeLorean pointed out by a kagool-wearing mother to her children as "the Knight Rider car".

Dexi Delite South Manchester Escort - Vintage By The Sea, Morecambe.

Even God wept tears of frustration and despair at the failure to recognise the Back To The Future car, and the threatened downpour began.  It was a rush into the hotel from most of the assembled crowd in the car park, creating a lovely vintage Laurel And Hardy effect in the small doorway.

I took the opportunity to find a spot on the beautiful art-deco staircase, watching couples waltzing elegantly in the cleared dance area.

Dexi Delite South Manchester Escort - dancers, Vintage By The Sea, Morecambe.
Dexi Delite South Manchester Escort - The Midland Hotel, Vintage By The Sea, Morecambe.
Dexi Delite South Manchester Escort - The Midland Hotel, Vintage By The Sea, Morecambe.
Eventually the brief squall finished, and it was another squeezing rush as everyone headed back outside.  I decided to have a look around the car park, as another bank of dark cloud looked ready to crash the party.  It was a lovely mixture of classics from pre-war vintage through to 1980s fare.

Dexi Delite South Manchester Escort - Vintage By The Sea, Morecambe.
Dexi Delite South Manchester Escort - Vintage By The Sea, Morecambe.
The weather was beginning to look as mixed up as the car park - only not as delightful.  Bright bursts of sunshine lifted the gloom, but a short distance away clouds were gathering once again.  Looking at the wind direction, I surmised that these, however, were the cause of the last downpour and were heading away from the bay.  A local gent sat next to me had a different opinion, however.  "No, the winds caught between the sea and the hills that surround the bay - that will be back with us inside an hour." 

In the meantime, though, it was 'make hay while the sun shines'.  I had a great spot sat outside the main doors, people-watching and chatting to a lovely group of strangers, dressed in various attire from the 20th century.  Our chat was interrupted by the arrival of some very bright cleaning ladies - complete with lampshades for skirts (bright - lights/lampshades... get it?  No...?  Oh, OK...), causing a little commotion.

Dexi Delite South Manchester Escort - as Brayn Ferry sang, "I'd Do Anything To Turn You On...".
The tallest of the trio, a lovely blonde, was very interesting - I'd certainly have been keen in finding out what turned her on and figuring out if she needed a screw-in fitment under her skirt.

There was time, too, to admire the beautiful lines of the hotel - those art-deco designers really knew a thing, in comparison with much of the steel and glass horrors that invade the city centres these days.

Dexi Delite South Manchester Escort - The Midland Hotel, Vintage By The Sea, Morecambe.
I was very honoured to be picked as one of the 'Best Dressed' of the day - though it would mean a walk down the catwalk later on.  I hoped the weather would hold.  Sadly, the Michael Fish of Morecambe was bang on the money - the squalls did come back around right on time.  I braved the shower as much as I could, still hoping to see the promised Hawker Hurricane flypast (it was due to be a Douglas Dakota DC10, but that was cancelled due to engine issues).  Sadly, the inclement weather meant the Hurricane wouldn't fly, either - possibly, I thought, the first time that a hurricane has been toppled by a breezy 19mph wind and a bit of rain.

Luckily, however, by mid-afternoon the clouds had begun another circuit of the bay - just in time to miss the fashion parade.  Hosted by a gorgeously camp Ringmaster (not sure what 'rings' he as a master of, but I could guess) and the genial Wayne Hemingway (of Red Or Dead fame) it was without doubt a crowd-puller.

Dexi Delite South Manchester Escort - Wayne Hemingway, Vintage By The Sea, Morecambe.
Dexi Delite South Manchester Escort - lovely Ringmaster, Vintage By The Sea, Morecambe.
In due course it was my turn to stroll down the short 'catwalk' and have a chat with Wayne.  He defintely seemed fascinated by my pink dress, the ringmaster only half-jokingly attempting to get him to try it on after the fashion show, and he again highlighted how important proper fashion is - not the throwaway-after-every-season kind, and re-vamping, re-wearing and using classic clothes that used to be genuinely made to last for years.. sentiments I agreed with entirely.

Dexi Delite South Manchester Escort - Vintage By The Sea, Morecambe.
Dexi Delite South Manchester Escort - Vintage By The Sea, Morecambe.
I was really pleased to get down to the final three, but didn't win - that honour went deservedly to  a beautiful lady in a gorgeous skirt and jacket combination - very much like my Goodwood Revival winning outfit from 2011.

Just after 3.00pm, and with the rainclouds preparing to make another visit to The Midland, it was time to head back south.  I'd had a fabulous day, though, and really enjoyed the mixed fashions, music and cars - something a little more diverse and fun than the strict 1940s events.  A 'Best Show' winner, no doubt.

Oh, and I had my own memento of the day, of course...

Dexi Delite South Manchester Escort - rosette, Vintage By The Sea, Morecambe.