Oh dear. As England is my adopted country, I was bitterly disappointed to see them go out of the World Cup the other week. (A Scottish friend of mine was, however, delighted.)
It only seems like yesterday that London became world cup crazy and now here we are looking at the finals of the football being played out next week.
Wimbledon is just about upon us. Last year, I was lucky enough to get seats at central court as a client of mine wanted to watch the men’s finals and wanted one of the more desirable London escorts as his companion for the match.