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A big warm welcome from your hostess with the mostest, yes your very own South East England escort, today as Berks / Berkshire Escort Charlie Anne who will be accompanying you on this Berkshire tour of just some of the places she regularly visits as a Berkshire escort.
Berkshire ; sometimes abbreviated to Berks is a Home County in the Thames Valley of South East of England. It is also often referred to as the
Royal County of Berkshire because of the presence of the royal residence of Windsor Castle in the county. The county starts just
west of Heathrow Airport then follows along the Thames Valley and M4 corridor to Newbury and into Wiltshire. Slough once in a manufacturing area, with the brick yards the main employers, has over the last 30 years moved from a manufacturing economy to an information based economy, all bought about by what is today, the largest industrial estate in single private ownership in Europe, the Slough Trading Estate. The main shopping area in the Slough is the Queensmere and Observatory Shopping Centres full of the usual named national jewellers, shoe shops and fashion outlets, and Slough's local Ice ring is where Olympic ice skaters Torvill and Dean used to practised.
Whilst for me it seems an nice place obviously not all agree with me. The poet John Betjeman wrote a poem called Slough, going along
the lines of: " Come, friendly bombs, and fall on Slough; It isn't fit for humans now; There isn't grass to graze a cow", and the
song "Costa del Slough" by the rock band Marillion refer to the town as "a post-global warming coastal resort" and maybe when The
Animals sung "We gotta get out of this place", If it's the last thing we ever do; We gotta get out of this place 'cause girl, there's
a better life for me and you", who know, were they referring to Slough? So we start with Windsor's hairstylist to the stars - sadly none found so alas another bad hair day, but what the hell lets go shopping. Well I found a few real shops hidden among the dozens of souvenir and antique places down Peascod Street directly opposite the castle and I found Windsor Royal Station shopping center but full of the same old shops and no sex shop or naughty underwear shop to be found. Next on my list was to check out Windsor Legoland, I guess anywhere with roller coaster rides and water splashes always get my vote, but do note that this place is great fun but is sadly primarily for kids, so to get the best out of a day here be sure to go through your extended family and grab as many kids as you can to enjoy the day with you. Failing that just drop me a line and I'll hold your hand on the rides if that will make you feel safer cos some of the rides are real scary, especially if you're a big kid like me. Now onto the Castle, most recently in the headlines during the second time round marriage of Prince Charles to Camilla who had also been previously married, if only Charlie boy had stayed faithful to his first princess the world might still of had her around. (A little known fact: far less marriages are broken up due to secret liaisons with escorts than by full blown love affairs. So ditch your affair and snuggle up to Charlie Anne.) Windsor Castle is the largest inhabited castle in the world and, dating back to the time of William the Conqueror, is the oldest in continuous occupation. One of the UK most popular tourist attraction, there is little more I can say that has not been said a hundred times already on the net.
One little anecdote that did make me smile, written by a young lady "my sister used to work as a cook at the castle, I stayed with
her once, she had a little flat in the basement of a house in the grounds, and I remember she opened a door in the sitting room
which led to a maze of underground corridors, and propped up against the wall was a plywood coffin, which apparently they use for
funeral rehearsals". My first problem was how to arrive in style and after having it explained to me that I could not arrive in a horse drawn carriage as that honour was just for the royal family I started thinking. My next problem was how can I get into the Royal enclosure and when my web master suggest I look through ,my list of clients for someone who regularly attends Royal Ascot and already has access to the Royal enclosure to propose me, then offer him a free overnight shag in exchange, I lost it and gave him an almighty slap around the face screaming, "I don't shag, I have mutually gratifying sexual encounters". There goes any dream he has of shagging me out the window. Well I set my plan into action and very soon got my invite into the Royal enclosure, so back to how to arrive. After much arguing with those around me I settled on arriving by helicopter, and the more they opposed the idea pointing out that this was going to cost me an arm and a leg, I just thought to myself how dare they try to deprive a girl of a special day in her life all I gotta do is get miss pussy working overtime. Well the day came for me an Ascot escort to achieve my ambition of attending Royal Ascot, as a guest in the Royal enclosure, all dressed up in new hat, a short little miniscule outfit and heels that made me six inches taller and all systems were go. I remember feeling all warm inside, standing around, drinking champagne with the rich and famous, I heard a snap, and the next thing I was aware of was waking up in hospital in Reading.
Apparently my heel had snapped off my shoe, I had knocked my head on a table on the way down leaving me out for the count and the rest
is history.
Trouble was I could find nothing here, to want to spend that much on a house, just a leisure center with swimming pool, gym and
badminton courts and a Superbowl, 10 pin bowling alley next door. So if any one fancies bowling before a
They tell me this was a new town in 1949, with a 1960's town center, supported by a
host of 21 century businesses, but with serious talks about regenerating the town centre with new shops and facilities. Who knows I
may get to see it myself this summer if invited for a picnic?
Locals are reminded that the hospital is there every week as a siren test is done at 10.00am every Monday morning which sounds like
an air raid siren and can be heard for miles around. (Totally inconsiderate should you wake up Monday morning with a hang over.)
Sandhurst is a small town known nationwide as the location of the Royal
Military Academy Sandhurst. Described as typical rural housing, with adequate local shopping but would need to go out of town for a superstore. That would
certainly be no worry as long as I get my man in uniform. Ideally situated right beside the M4 motorway with the A329M going virtually into the town center this large Berkshire town can be found at the convergence of the Thames and river Kennet. My shopping trip to Reading found a large shopping centre "The Oracle", three smaller arcades of shops plus another large department store in Minster street along with numerous restaurants, cafés and bars along the riverside of the Kennet. A few of the smaller unique shops certainly puts it on the list of wanna shop again places for Charlie Anne. The town is host to some major IT companies, with Microsoft, Oracle, Sage, Xansa and Yell.com all with their UK base in Reading making this another one of those 'Silicon computer chip technology places' (Yep I remember nowt to do with boob-jobs.)
I do though reserve judgement on the place as a whole until 7 April 2007 at around 5:00PM, When providing "The Reds" as form predicts thrash
the pants off "The Royals" all will be fine, but should "The Royals" by any fluke of luck finish victorious, I may well have to
double my entertaining fee for any Reading Supporters LOL. Should any nice gentleman happens to need an escort to accompany them to the game, as the late Mr Humphries would shriek "I'm free". With property market prices here some of the most expensive in the country, it's not a place to start on the property ladder, but with it's "Kennet Shopping" with over 50 shops and restaurants and a farmers market on the first Sunday of each month I may well be tempted to seize with both hands any offer of a chance to visit.
The town is apparently the birth place of mobile phones with Vodafone the biggest local employer, employing some 4000 staff at their
Newbury head office.
Sadly this town is quite likely best remembered for the Hungerford Massacre on 19 August 1987.
On this day Michael Ryan went on the rampage early that afternoon armed with an automatic rifle, a pistol and at
least one hand grenade, resulting in the deaths of 16 people and many more injured before he finally turned the gun on himself. Most of my visits to Heathrow, I must point out are usually not to the airport itself but to surrounding hotels spending time with clients on their way into or out of the country, helping those in need of relaxation at the start or end of their journey. So guys if you're ever looking for some company in and around Heathrow please do drop me a line or give me a ring.
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