ARGH! I’ve messed up my blogg

I’m really, really shite at computers – in fact, painfully so.

So I apologise for this NEW LOOK BLOG – I was messing around after a few reader comments to brighten up the damn thing, and I’ve royally fucked it.  I dunno how to get it back to how it was before, which is a big big shame.

I will try and get it back to its usual self asap, or I will sod it and get someone who knows what they are doing to make it look pretty again.

Its kinda like when you go to the hairdressers and are not happy with  the cut they give you, so you go home and try and try it yourself – except that it ends up TEN TIMES WORSE!!!

About author


Sassy by name, Sassy by nature, I write to explode the myths which surround the lapdancing profession - standing up for the clubs, the girls and the customers. Its not always drinking champagne and playing with my tits - it can be hassle, hustling and hangovers. At heart I'm just a regular twenty-something posh cockney living in London who likes taking her clothes off...

  • Anonymous#1

    December 2, 2011

    You may not be happy with the newlook, but it is the words that really count.

  • Anonymous#2

    December 18, 2011

    I have a question.
    On your brand new, new-look blog-site, whose legs are those in the title thingy, at the top, in the pink?
    I ask in case they’re yours, because if so then you can be proud, as they’re stupendously sexy.

    The other legs in the Twitter profile might be the same pair, but they’re darker, and I know from the blog that you like tan, so I’m guessing the legs at the top might not be yours.

    But, if they are: woah! What beautiful curves…

  • sassy#3

    December 21, 2011

    The legs are mine! Years of stripping has honed them into the legs of a racehorse… feet of a pit pony

  • Anonymous#4

    December 29, 2011

    I didn’t believe it was possible: they’re yours. Imagine being sat down and somehow seeing that sight, the same sight as in the photo at the top, in real life. Not sure how a customer could get such a sight, perhaps with a sassy dancer sitting on your knee with her legs in the air? Anyway. The sight would be enough to drive a man mad.

    Into a kind of euphoric overload of desire, frustration and devotion.

    I hope the blog author is having a reasonably happy Christmas, and I wish her all the best for the next year, and for ever, and at negotiating all the existential issues we all face.


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