The Glorious 12th is almost upon us. Ha – I bet you didn’t expect me to know about the Glorious 12th, but in fact I know this date very well indeed.
Last year, a few of us from the best London Escort Agency were asked to do a job in Scotland. A group of rich Americans were looking to take part in a shoot, as 12 August marks the start of the British game season when the grouse are at their very best.
Naturally, I toyed with my conscience. I am an animal lover and I own a couple of very spoiled pussy cats so I shy away from anything which involves animal cruelty. However, the gent who did the booking assured me that he and his party were all excellent shots. The birds would be killed before they even knew it, and wasn’t it better that these birds had a lovely outdoor life – unlike the battery hens and chickens to many of us eat?
As he put it that way, I agreed. My colleagues and I travelled up north (by private jet of course) to the glorious countryside of Scotland for a weekend’s shooting. I found out that I’m actually a crack shot and I managed a few braces of birds. I also found out that I can make even Tweed and a shooting jacket look sexy.
All of that outdoor activity and the success of our day’s work naturally pumped the blood up and flooded the bodies with endorphins. Our clients’ appetites were roused – in all sorts of ways and they were grateful for the foresight of their friend who’d thought to book through London Escort Agencies.
A jolly good time was had by all, the food was delicious, the whisky free-flowing and the evening’s entertainment – well, those American chaps certainly found their appetites slaked.
