Archive for February, 2010
Invictus Premier
by Jet Set Ayo Sue on Feb.08, 2010, under My Diary
I’ll be honest it’s been a long while since I’ve been to one of these, and they are always a lot of fun. Wearing rather a glamorous frock braving the near arctic conditions with my handsome companion by my side and stepped out on to Leicester Square for the premiere of Mr Nelson Mandela ‘Invictus’ yesterday evening.
Directed by Clint Eastwood and staring Matt Damon and Morgan Freeman all of whom along with a host of other stars including rugby hunks! were in attendance at the premiere. I’m not going to preface the story line, nor give any of the ending away, even, though you might already be able to guess that, as they will be plenty of press coverage for that. Though by the way, it is an interseting film, I really enjoyed watching it . I highly recommend that you go see. It’s on the cinema’s from Wednesday 3rd February.
Attending a huge premiere like this is always such great fun everybody is out for a good time and surprisingly once inside the ‘A-list’ celebrities are always the most charming of people; it’s the ‘Z-list’ celebrities who always seem to think they are something special. Anyway these events are a welcome change and always make for the most enjoyable of nights in glamorous surroundings whilst being in the company of true stars.
{ Seriously, This is a great film about the Man I truly adore, Nelson Mandela. Will You Marry Me! }
I bet this film will get Oscar Awards. Watch this space…
Namaste.
Ayo Sue xxx
Playing Ambassadress
by Jet Set Ayo Sue on Feb.07, 2010, under Lady Sue Amusings
Doing this hobby can sometimes seem like being an ambassador to the United Nations. ha ha! Having to game fully entertain a rainbow of different nationalities and cultures that give rise to a variety of men. No surprise to say that they all have very different personalities but they have one thing in common and I don’t just mean that! They all live up to their stereotypes in one form or another.
Here are my observations: I invite you to pull up a chair, sit back with a glass of red wine.
(1) Take the Italian gent, {You naughty boys :))) }
Incapable of not posing and constantly on display desperate for the paparazzi to show. The Italian gent often alludes to being an Italian stallion, but always turns out to be no more than an agitated pony.
(2) A French man always wants to call the shots. They are born with an innate arrogance which sadly they never seem to grow out of. You can always imagine that they are just as happy when pleasing themselves as when trying to please a woman. Is it any wonder why sales of Kleenex never drop in France? Ah the Gaelic joie de vivre is alive and well.
(3) And the German man, he will always be on time, never late ever watchful of the clock. He will plan his actions to the second. At precisely 11.30 the frankfurter will be in, by 11.33 it will be done and at 11.35 his cigarette will be lit.
(4) And so it is in Switzerland, he too likes to be on time, but is oh so much quieter. A more particular man who knows what he wants and is very precise, it must be all those clocks and watches they make. Knows just where to place his hands to make a girl tick, and if he’s really good cuckoo too.
(5) Now in Spain they still regard themselves as being a Matador, 
and can’t help but approach the art of lovemaking as if they were in mortal combat against a raging bull. That’s ok if you like it rough but don’t expect any finesse when you are with a man from Spain.
(6) And what of our American cousins. An American gentleman is always dressed immaculately from head to toe, have gleaming white teeth so bright there is no need to turn the light on. But most of all they like to boast and pretend he’s the best in bed and you’re a lucky girl that he’s chosen you. He goes at it like a steam train but soon runs out of puff. And you’re left wondering if you should have got off at a different station.
(7) If he’s Canadian well you know they’re just the same but the train goes a little slower and he likes to look at the scenery around him. Likes to appreciate it, and knows just how lucky he’s got.
( 8) Why is it that when you meet a black man , they seem to forget all their manners? They start pretending they’re Snoop Doggy Dog, and want to re-enact some hip hop video they have seen. Why can’t they behave like a Denzel Washington and show some respect? Have you heard the old saying that if he’s a black man then there’s a good chance that “he is hung like a donkey”.
Never met one, seems only to be reserved by porn!
(9) And so we venture eastward, the Japanese man ever so polite, bowing his head when we meet but turns into an octopus at the very first chance he gets. And then you soon realise why the samurai sword
is so long, it’s to compensate for his little ninja. Eastern promise and inscrutability are the bywords for the Chinese man.
(10) You never know what you are going to get from them. You hope for a night of eastern delight where Chinese whispers and sensual enlightenment will catapult you into uncharted territory, where an orgasm is not a hope but a guarantee. But as you know with Chinese whispers they are so often untrue, and so easily lost in translation.
(11) An Indian man can add a little spice. Full of mysticism and ancient Kamasutra, new positions to learn new sensations to experience. Out with the lotus and in with the picotti. A whole host of positions to explore, just a shame that the eastern promise seldom turns up trumps and its left to you instigate any new experimental positions.
(12) But by far the majority of men seen are British. The English gent 
the bastion of decency and decorum. Often timid but respectful and that goes a very long way in my book. A man who is respectful and gracious is the right sort of man. Sex under these conditions is never a chore, it’s not about how experienced you are it’s about how respectful you are that counts. An English man is always oh so polite and long may that continue.
Another glass of red wine, please.
If you are new to my diary, ignore everything I’ve just said and enjoy the joke above, he he!
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Your’s Ambassadress Ayo Sue xxx
My Model Email
by Jet Set Ayo Sue on Feb.05, 2010, under My Diary
