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fastfreddy2 · 15th July 2008, 14:46

Executive summary:

Well, bit of a mixed bag, verging on disaster really.

Four of us arranged to meet at Shillbeers, home of the monthly London Fetish Fair.

I've been there a number of times, but some years ago. Mrs Freddy decided she was no longer interested in visiting after we witnessed attendees subjected to verbal abuse and water-bomb attacks from the "low-rent" <social housing> inhabitants of the accomodation opposite.

I have been assured this sort of attention had subsided after CCTV cameras had been installed.........

On the day.

I doubt anyone here with any personal contact with me, will need reminding my time-keeping is abysmal. I'd arranged to meet at 12:30pm and the SatNav confirmed that it was entirely possible. However, roadworks meant I actually arrived at 1pm. That's quite good for me BTW.

One of our number had arrived soon after 12 noon, and consoled himself with a beer and taking in the event. This included watching the Virgin "Rude" programme makers filming at the venue. On balance, this sort of incident would have had me bouncing back home (or at least elsewhere) but one of our number was 'lost in London' and we three needed to wait for him. If I remember, he took another 90 minutes to find us, so was 2 hours late.

One of the highlights of my day, was going to be a pleasant lunch somewhere with background interest. Sadly (I was told) the Chef cut the top of his finger off the night before, so there was no food. People were buying snacks from a small supermarket across the road ....

So, I (we) were dodging a film crew, going hungry, while waiting for one of the group to arrive......

By the time the late-comer found the venue, we had already decided to move on. I got the poor fella a drink, before we had a little walk around. There was nothing there for any of us. We'd all paid £5 entry and had really gotten nothing for it. I will NEVER go there again. [Which is a bit of a shame, because it has the potential of a great meeting place, even a monthly meeting place for HH wearers.]

As a side note, my escort told me after we left, a couple of men there had a 'titter' at us wearing HH's. I'm not sure how they felt themselves to be in a position to do this, because there was no-one there save 4 women, who were sartorially equipped to be critical. Most others there were middle-aged men 'gawpers' looking for attractive girls to fantasize about later ... I've never considered blue jeans with leather waist-coats to be qualifiers for anything other than the potential for a poor-taste-award. Had I been made aware of the 'smiles', I'd have gladly smiled back, or even complained to the management. [Though God knows I had plenty to complain about already!]

I noticed many others leaving after just a short period, including a rather tall/elegant (middle-aged) tanned blonde Lady, and partner. Both more at home in Mayfair or Kensington I'm sure. She was wearing stiletto's, and wisely left with them undamaged. My wedges weren't so lucky.

We decided to leave and the two out-of-town visitors wanted to visit Camden, so we left to go there. Walking up the road together in heels, a small group (3) low-renters had a cackle at our expense, but they were so far back down the street, 'conversation' wasn't possible.

I walked back down the road and passed where they had been on to where my car was parked, but the group had dispersed. The one person left who may have been one of the group, had an appearance that told age had not been kind to her. Unless she was the grandmother to the child in the pusher she had with her?

At Camden we parked at Morrison which has 2 hour free parking. We arrived just before 4pm as the store was closing. I used the loo, and spoke to one of the security chaps about the parking arrangements. While there, I saw two 16 year old store-workers rush outside to look at something. Only later did I suspect (because I still don't know for sure) they may have been pointed at a man wearing heels outside. They walked past me twice, completely unaware I had 4" high wedges on .....

I tried to discourage the wearer from continuing with his heels on, because of the 3 incidents so far. He was keen, and I'm not his mother, so we carried on to the markets.

Pretty much everywhere we went the heels were noticed. Unsurpringly since they weren't hidden in any way, and being new to wearing heels outside, I suspect his walk isn't as elegant as it could be. I'm more used to wearing heels and find 4" completely natural. Several times my escort had to stop me striding on ahead of everyone else. I've walked around this place a number of times, and not experienced people staring, this time was much different.

We went to a number of shops, including the Aldo Outlet store. It resembled a Jumble Sale, but given we got there at the end of a busy summer Sunday, that should surprise no-one. We also went to 3 or 4 of the shops closer to the canal bridge that stock Pleaser shoes and boots. One particular shop had a good range, but most of the sizing information was missing.

Despite this, I eventually tried on some 5.5" knee boots, that fitted (literally) like a second skin. This told me they must be a size 6 [US 8] and completely useless to me unless I wasn't going to wear them for long or planned wearing them sitting/laying down. The £40 price tag didn't help. Okay if I wanted them there and then, but this is the same shop I tried to buy from in February, where I got poor service from the (then) girl assistant. I certainly don't need to pay extra for poor service anywhere.

There was a young French mother in the shop trying hard to spend money too. Seems she had tried on quite a lot of shoes, and the shop-keeper was perhaps tiring of this. [In keeping with the overall service I expect.] She smiled at us all, and made a helpful comment to another of our group trying on shoes. Bless her!

The one 'highlight' of the visit to the shops for me, was finding some mens cowboy boots, with a moderately high heel. Again at £40, they were a little expensive, but I'll probably have another look at them on a cooler day. Not that I remember what shop they were in, but it wasn't the one with the "poor attitude" assistants.

Back outside and now after 5pm, one of our group left us, and the three of us remaining went toward Morrisons and the car park. Walking along the canal, were many people sitting on the pavement eating or drinking. Heels got noticed again. No loud comments, but smiles and whispers were evident. [No biggy really.]

Higher up and on the road to the car park, we were noticed by a couple of middle-aged (and attractive) lady shoppers. They made pleasant comments, and we had a rather entertaining conversation with them. We bid farewell, and moved further along the road. Almost immediately we passed 4 youths, from another 'low-rent' area. Three chaps, and one chapess. A rather loud comment was made about us being 'gay', and an equally loud guffaw followed. We were not equally mob-handed so confrontation was not the preferred course of action. Me starting a conversation with "Well, I can take my shoes off, but you'll always be ugly" wasn't seen by my escort as a wise move either, especially since my wearing HH might be a slight handicap to having to vacate the area quickly.

We got to our cars without further comment anyway, so it wasn't a big deal. I calmed down soon after.

Conclusion:

An interesting and 'different' day for me. Not wholly pleasant, but an experince that perhaps I'll get some benefit from.

I have in mind, the idea that a monthly or slightly less frequent but regular meet might be attractive to some of us?

....

15th July 2008, 14:46	#7 (permalink)
fastfreddy2 Banned Users Join Date: Feb 2008 Location: Hertfordshire, England I am Male Posts: 738 Thanks: 71 Thanked 223 Times in 156 Posts My Mood: Rep Power: 0	Re: Mini-Meet London this coming Sunday PM Executive summary: Well, bit of a mixed bag, verging on disaster really. Four of us arranged to meet at Shillbeers, home of the monthly London Fetish Fair. I've been there a number of times, but some years ago. Mrs Freddy decided she was no longer interested in visiting after we witnessed attendees subjected to verbal abuse and water-bomb attacks from the "low-rent" <social housing> inhabitants of the accomodation opposite. I have been assured this sort of attention had subsided after CCTV cameras had been installed......... On the day. I doubt anyone here with any personal contact with me, will need reminding my time-keeping is abysmal. I'd arranged to meet at 12:30pm and the SatNav confirmed that it was entirely possible. However, roadworks meant I actually arrived at 1pm. That's quite good for me BTW. One of our number had arrived soon after 12 noon, and consoled himself with a beer and taking in the event. This included watching the Virgin "Rude" programme makers filming at the venue. On balance, this sort of incident would have had me bouncing back home (or at least elsewhere) but one of our number was 'lost in London' and we three needed to wait for him. If I remember, he took another 90 minutes to find us, so was 2 hours late. One of the highlights of my day, was going to be a pleasant lunch somewhere with background interest. Sadly (I was told) the Chef cut the top of his finger off the night before, so there was no food. People were buying snacks from a small supermarket across the road .... So, I (we) were dodging a film crew, going hungry, while waiting for one of the group to arrive...... By the time the late-comer found the venue, we had already decided to move on. I got the poor fella a drink, before we had a little walk around. There was nothing there for any of us. We'd all paid £5 entry and had really gotten nothing for it. I will NEVER go there again. [Which is a bit of a shame, because it has the potential of a great meeting place, even a monthly meeting place for HH wearers.] As a side note, my escort told me after we left, a couple of men there had a 'titter' at us wearing HH's. I'm not sure how they felt themselves to be in a position to do this, because there was no-one there save 4 women, who were sartorially equipped to be critical. Most others there were middle-aged men 'gawpers' looking for attractive girls to fantasize about later ... I've never considered blue jeans with leather waist-coats to be qualifiers for anything other than the potential for a poor-taste-award. Had I been made aware of the 'smiles', I'd have gladly smiled back, or even complained to the management. [Though God knows I had plenty to complain about already!] I noticed many others leaving after just a short period, including a rather tall/elegant (middle-aged) tanned blonde Lady, and partner. Both more at home in Mayfair or Kensington I'm sure. She was wearing stiletto's, and wisely left with them undamaged. My wedges weren't so lucky. We decided to leave and the two out-of-town visitors wanted to visit Camden, so we left to go there. Walking up the road together in heels, a small group (3) low-renters had a cackle at our expense, but they were so far back down the street, 'conversation' wasn't possible. I walked back down the road and passed where they had been on to where my car was parked, but the group had dispersed. The one person left who may have been one of the group, had an appearance that told age had not been kind to her. Unless she was the grandmother to the child in the pusher she had with her? At Camden we parked at Morrison which has 2 hour free parking. We arrived just before 4pm as the store was closing. I used the loo, and spoke to one of the security chaps about the parking arrangements. While there, I saw two 16 year old store-workers rush outside to look at something. Only later did I suspect (because I still don't know for sure) they may have been pointed at a man wearing heels outside. They walked past me twice, completely unaware I had 4" high wedges on ..... I tried to discourage the wearer from continuing with his heels on, because of the 3 incidents so far. He was keen, and I'm not his mother, so we carried on to the markets. Pretty much everywhere we went the heels were noticed. Unsurpringly since they weren't hidden in any way, and being new to wearing heels outside, I suspect his walk isn't as elegant as it could be. I'm more used to wearing heels and find 4" completely natural. Several times my escort had to stop me striding on ahead of everyone else. I've walked around this place a number of times, and not experienced people staring, this time was much different. We went to a number of shops, including the Aldo Outlet store. It resembled a Jumble Sale, but given we got there at the end of a busy summer Sunday, that should surprise no-one. We also went to 3 or 4 of the shops closer to the canal bridge that stock Pleaser shoes and boots. One particular shop had a good range, but most of the sizing information was missing. Despite this, I eventually tried on some 5.5" knee boots, that fitted (literally) like a second skin. This told me they must be a size 6 [US 8] and completely useless to me unless I wasn't going to wear them for long or planned wearing them sitting/laying down. The £40 price tag didn't help. Okay if I wanted them there and then, but this is the same shop I tried to buy from in February, where I got poor service from the (then) girl assistant. I certainly don't need to pay extra for poor service anywhere. There was a young French mother in the shop trying hard to spend money too. Seems she had tried on quite a lot of shoes, and the shop-keeper was perhaps tiring of this. [In keeping with the overall service I expect.] She smiled at us all, and made a helpful comment to another of our group trying on shoes. Bless her! The one 'highlight' of the visit to the shops for me, was finding some mens cowboy boots, with a moderately high heel. Again at £40, they were a little expensive, but I'll probably have another look at them on a cooler day. Not that I remember what shop they were in, but it wasn't the one with the "poor attitude" assistants. Back outside and now after 5pm, one of our group left us, and the three of us remaining went toward Morrisons and the car park. Walking along the canal, were many people sitting on the pavement eating or drinking. Heels got noticed again. No loud comments, but smiles and whispers were evident. [No biggy really.] Higher up and on the road to the car park, we were noticed by a couple of middle-aged (and attractive) lady shoppers. They made pleasant comments, and we had a rather entertaining conversation with them. We bid farewell, and moved further along the road. Almost immediately we passed 4 youths, from another 'low-rent' area. Three chaps, and one chapess. A rather loud comment was made about us being 'gay', and an equally loud guffaw followed. We were not equally mob-handed so confrontation was not the preferred course of action. Me starting a conversation with "Well, I can take my shoes off, but you'll always be ugly" wasn't seen by my escort as a wise move either, especially since my wearing HH might be a slight handicap to having to vacate the area quickly. We got to our cars without further comment anyway, so it wasn't a big deal. I calmed down soon after. Conclusion: An interesting and 'different' day for me. Not wholly pleasant, but an experince that perhaps I'll get some benefit from. I have in mind, the idea that a monthly or slightly less frequent but regular meet might be attractive to some of us? ....