Sunday, April 21, 2019

Ignorance isn't always bliss

Before I was introduced to these fantastic headphones, I like most people was content to listen to my music via the tiny ear buds, or the usual headphones, with all the wonderful sound distortions that came with them. The flat canned echo-ey, the blurred together jumbled, and the over all distorted notes of your typical cheap and expensive head phones.
Now when you don’t know better, you are contented and in some cases, happy with what in reality are relatively inferior headphones. We spend so much of our time with some sort of ear piece in our ears, whether we are commuting,  training, or texting. They are such a part of modern life now, why not have the best you can afford?

I too was like the rest of the population, listening to music with less than ideal headphones. Until, I was accidentally introduced to Beats by Dr.Dre, my first reaction was, “what is all that extra stuff in the background?” Then I realized it was the subtle back ground sounds I wasn’t hearing with other headphones, parts of the music that are flattened out due to the tendency of other headphones mushing the sounds into a few channels. So, in essence you are hearing the music ‘incorrectly’. Or generally, as opposed to the more specific nuances of a piece. Now I am not a sound expert, but this is just the impression I get when comparing my  Beats, with my former apple headphones.
So, after a certain closely related relative nicked my other set of Beats, I was left floundering in the abyss of smushed sounds and tinny playback, until I decided to treat myself to a new pair of the darlings.
Oh if my first pair was yummy. They sit delightfully over the ear, and are even more brilliant in sound delivery. The only draw back to these is the price tag. But, sometimes in life you just have to do it. And these are worth it.

Sunday, April 14, 2019

I blame Social Media

Twitter, this is your fault! Look at the mess we have now! What mess an I referring to? I know there are so many to chose from. But this particular one, involves the CIA! Yes, that mess. Why? You ask? Am I the only one who thinks it odd that the CIA has suddenly become accessible? They are actually cracking jokes in public and on a social platform! Orwell, would have an aneurysm.

I don’t know about you, but I personally like my nation’s clandestine organizations to remain well, you know, clandestine? lurking in the background, up to no good and other skulduggery. Snippets of vague mentions in newspapers, or hushed conversations, conspiracy theories. It is the social order of things, it is the status quo. But, but, but this OPENNESS, from a secret international organisation! Obviously this must be some not so secret information gathering exercise. If Mossad and MI6 start tweeting, I am deleting my twitter account and moving into the forest! With a generator for my espresso machine. Let’s not get completely ridiculous about this now.

Am I getting old

Seriously, I have just had a gala weekend most WGs would give their eye teeth to have. I mean I did Belle Du Jour proud. Starting with the taking of a long and through bath,  manicuring, pedicuring, hair curling, and a deft application of make up that rendered my skin flawless. It took about an hour and a half to apply it just right, checking it from different angles. If I do say so myself, it was magnificent. Urban Decay-Glinda limited eye shadow palette for those curious.
The dress was Valentino, the shoes Louboutins, the bag McQueen, the accessories were blinging as should warrant a gala. The champagne flowed, as it should at these things, I was chatted up by several rather famous and infamous people. I was in my element, holding court. This was Veronica at the top of her game. I am now down to a dress size 6! And have been training with a new personal trainer that makes satan look fluffy, but that boy has snapped me into shape in 12 weeks. He was worth every penny. Yes at 5'4 ft tall I am now a size 6!  Even clients who saw me two months ago, have said when seeing me now. Bloody hell woman, you have one figure on you. The ego is boosted. I should be feeling beautiful, fine, and ready to take on the world? Right?

Then why am I so fucking bored with it all? Seriously, have I become so jaded, that gala events with international famous people, now leave me yawning and desperate for a pair of pink fuzzy slippers? Or is it that I am getting old? I just don’t understand the sudden dissatisfaction with the status quo. Mind you I am loving the new fit and toned bod. No carbs pass my lips now, nor sugar, occasionally a bit of fruit, but that is about once a week. So, my muscle mass is lean, my ass is still perky(after the deep squats, that bastard of a personal trainer makes me do.), but hey I will always have that. The rest of me is trim, toned and tidy.
I think my overall problem is that I have actually been working too damn hard! Thus the dissatisfaction with the current situation. Another reason why I am not really touring anymore. Way too much like hard work. Seriously, the fun is gone, it is too much stress, for too little gain. Thus the new trimmer, leaner, meaner, and seriously higher priced Veronica. I am over renting myself out by the hour. It is gruelling. But when the money was brilliant, I was up for it all. Now with clients calling and bargaining! No thank you, I will take myself off to other climes more suitable to my temperament, and bank balance.

Sunday, April 7, 2019

I GOT followers :)


Before you panic and think I am referring to being stalked, this is far from the case. The who I am referring to following me, is well actually…..me! You see, normal people have one profile, follow their friends, family, colleagues and are done with it. We hookers, well not so straight forward. You see we have a work profile and a personal one, and sometimes we can have several work profiles, as is the case with me. Why? Because it makes marketing of various services easier and I can tailor each site to a specific market. Also, if in my case, I tour internationally, having different sites SEOed to different markets makes things easier on the one hand and really weird on the other hand.
Like when I am following myself on twitter! The reason for this is due to having an entirely different name in a different country, so along with website, Facebook, google plus, twitter, and Instagram, I have different emails, and flipping logins. Why the different names in different countries? Simple. I am tired of lazy bitches googling me and seeing me in whatever country and because they are too chicken, broke, or lazy to venture out there on their own, expect me to present them with all the details on how to work out there? Not a chance in hell. So when I leave the confines of the UK, I become a different name. Veronica is currently on holiday in South Africa. Bhahahahahaha! I am in the Southern Hemisphere, but I am not in SA! They can go whistle to find me. This is basically how I have ridden out the recession, flittering off to different places avoiding the bloody masses who follow each other around like damn sussied up sheep!