My Dad always used to say that “life is what happens whilst you are busy making plans” & as the older I get, the more poignant that message becomes. I have now been in America for nearly 2 ½ years & yet I am only now getting around to writing about when I first landed here & about the start of the REALLY crazy part of the adventure (a voice in my head just went “cause it’s been normal so far?”) …but hopefully you know what I mean.

It’s the part of the story where I become a complete fish out of water, totally leave my comfort zone, put on the big boy pants & dive headfirst into Los Angeles… one of the most shallow, pretentious & unforgiving cities on the planet. This is also the part where I test my life skills & find out if I have been paying attention to what has been going on around me for the last 37 years & how I interact with people, not only have I got a lot to prove but I’ve also got a lot to lose, as half of my family & friends back home think I have lost my mind & the other half are just thinking ‘oh he’ll be back in no time, you know what he is like… it’s another one of his insane schemes!’

Luckily growing up, I’ve travelled a bit & i’ve lived in foreign places, so when i look back & combine that experience along with my arrogance & excitement PLUS the support & love I get from Kylie, I never really saw leaving everything in England as being a big deal… it was just the right thing to do. My heart was making all my decisions for me, I don’t think at any point I used my brain in any of the choices I made & I didn’t (and STILL don’t) think I should’ve, life is short & at some point you have just gotta go for it, I wasn’t trapped by the responsibility of having children, I have the kind of immediate family that support me unconditionally but most importantly I had Kylie… my secret weapon. I can never ever overstate how much strength she gives me, they say behind ever great man is a great woman & my God how that is true, I have never met anyone that gives me so much strength, she makes me feel like I can swim through concrete (pauses for a second) …she is fucking incredible.

So (following on from part 19) I packed up what I had left back home into one pretty big suitcase (yes just one) jumped in my Dad’s car & he drove me to Manchester airport.

Whilst driving, we chatted about my plans in the USA & to be fair I told one or two white lies, I suppose i just didn’t want to worry him & although (when I look back now) I don’t think he would have cared that there was no plan, i mean he’s met Kylie via the magic of Skype a million times by now & my sister & Kylie are like best friends PLUS I now am in a place, what with the art career & everything where I know that he is very proud of me …but at the time I didn’t feel it was right to reveal what he probably thought was pure insanity. So he dropped me off, said Goodbye & I headed though departures.

The only problem with my flights was that, even though I left on the last flight of the day from Manchester (about 10pm) my flight from London was at 11am, which meant by the time I got to Heathrow I had 12 hours to kill… so I will summarize, sleeping on the floor in an airport is fucking shit! I got around 4 hours of sleep (in 10 minutes intervals) & even though I had the occasional hour or so of texting with Kylie… trust me, IT WAS FUCKING SHIT!

When I checked in (EVENTUALLY) & got through customs, I did however manage to wire up my laptop up via my phone to Yahoo messenger & we spent a couple of hours chatting, we were both SO excited, she had spent the last 12 hours making us a house, yes a house… complete with Bedroom, Kitchenette & living room. How you ask? Well, as previously mentioned in part 19 we were going to be living with Kylie’s ex-boyfriend at what was once their old place, it was a HUGE warehouse in downtown LA that had 2 floors (20’000 square feet) and seeing that it was also a shoot location is had masses amounts of furniture for movie sets lying around, so Kylie & him dragged some of it up 2 flights of stairs & they both went to work with drapes, beds & other stuff and after 12 hours, we had a home. (Side note: I know it’s weird, re-read part 19 if you have to get a handle on it)

Meanwhile back at the airport.

So, after discussing what she had done & how she had production designed our new home via Messenger PLUS the time difference, Kylie decided she needed sleep… oh & I needed to get on a plane, so after saying our goodbyes, chatting about my arrival & telling each other ‘I love you’ for about an hour, we got the ball rolling for the final stage of the journey.  This is it, I thought… Los Angeles her we fucking come. (Insert dramatic music here)

Now planes are not my best friend, in fact as anyone over 6ft will tell you, planes are indeed the devil, unless you are lucky enough to get a seat by an emergency exit or rich enough to travel first class, someone my size sitting on a plane for 10 hours is almost impossible, although I was SO fucking tired I thought I might luck out & just sleep the entire journey… who the fuck was I kidding!? I was awake the whole time, spent half the flight standing to prevent my knees from disintegrating & to add insult to injury I had seen every movie that the flight was showing… but let’s be fair, Kylie was waiting for me at the other end, so even though I was tired & crampy, I was happy. No, scratch that, I was the happiest man on earth…I think that if I’d actually had leg room that I might have actually exploded with joy.

10 hours later & it was touch down… the date was April 1^st, the time was 11.30am, the place Los Angeles international airport. “Just breathe Andy” I keep telling myself, “just breathe, you made it” …this shit was REAL (side note: I just sat staring at that last sentence for ages, I have such a mind’s picture of THAT moment, it may seem trivial to you but I remember looking out of the window & trying to focus on what lay ahead, not just seeing Kylie & holding her in my arms but about OUR journey starting TOGETHER, it was so oddly familiar & strangely obvious, I can’t really put it into words, I just vividly remember sitting there smiling with my heart pounding & yet being so calm)

ANYWAY, (he says rewinding for just a sec) when I originally booked my flight I booked it for 3 months, cause being from England that’s the longest you can stay in America without the correct visa. Obviously, at this stage various things were still in the air, one of them being the IMMEDIATE future like arranging extended stays, various other paperwork & other bit & pieces that I won’t bore you with, but we both thought that over the course of the next 3 months it would be ample time to sort that out (which of course it was) but dickhead that I am, when I booked the dates for my flight I got them wrong, I booked 3 months and 1 day!!

So when I hit passport control & handed over my papers what was the first thing they spotted? And what did that mean? Well, It meant that the authorities hauled by stupid ass off to immigration for 2 hours whilst we tried to sort out changing my ticket, which as you can imagine is quite a nerve racking experience not ONLY for me but also for Kylie who was sat waiting for me, she knew I had landed & she watched everyone leave the airport, yet I was nowhere to be seen & to make matters worse, I had no signal on my phone & no way of contacting her (they left me alone for the first hour) So as I sat there I basically shit my pants, I was thinking WTF am I going to do? Are they going to deport me? Do I have to buy a new ticket & what the fuck are they going to charge me? But mainly I was thinking what the hell must Kylie be thinking? (she later informed me as she was stood waiting for me, she also shit her pants except SHE was thinking that I’d been sent straight home & that they wouldn’t let me into America because I was a convicted murder or some other form of equally notorious criminal)

Anyway, after 2 hours & much deliberation with the Authorities it was decided upon that I was an idiot & that I had to sort out my own tickets within my allotted 3 month time frame, so they gave me my luggage, slapped me on the wrists & sent me off towards my now delayed rapturous meeting with Kylie & my destiny.

As I came through arrivals & into the main part of the airport, there she was. THERE. SHE. WAS.

The look of relief on her face was the first thing I saw… & then her beautiful smile lit up, I dumped my suitcase at my feet, grabbed her in my arms, lifted her up and we kissed, all whilst she was trying to ask me ‘what happened & where had I been?’ …her questions didn’t last long & as we kissed in the middle of a busy arrivals lounge, the trauma of the last couple of hours simply faded away. We were back together again. Everything made sense once more. And even though I had left my world 1000’s of miles away, I had simply just arrived home; Kylie was in my arms.

After being quite the spectacle to everyone who stood there for about 5 minutes (or however long we kissed) we then left the airport as I regaled stories to her about immigration control & even though we laughed & joked about it all, the sense of relief was quite apparent & when you combine all that with the fact I hadn’t slept in 24 hours, I must say it was one of the most surreal moments that I have ever had, but then again when you mix excitement, fear, joy & love together all whilst being tired & hungry it’ll do that to you I suppose, PLUS there was this huge orange globe of hotness in the sky that I hadn’t seen before, it totally threw me as well, i later discovered it’s something the Americans call “The Sun” …I always wondered what it looked like.

As we sped down the motorway towards downtown LA, Kylie then informed me that we were going to spend the day in bed & that as we were obviously going to try & fuck each other to death that she had booked us into the Hotel Figueroa & that it was the ideal place to catch up on 24 hours of much needed deviance that we had both been sadly missing for the last couple of weeks… I couldn’t have agreed with the plan more PLUS it had a Denny’s across the road. It was a WIN/WIN situation.

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AND THAT’S PART 20, I have been writing this for 3 hours, I need a break & I don’t want to skip over the dirty stuff we get up to at the Hotel. SO tune in again soon for more shenanigans

Andy

PS And yet again there’s no photos… sorry about that, but I also had jetlag!

Now where was I? …oh yes, house hunting!

So, it’s the middle of March 2009, the weather was shit & Me & Kylie were living on 2 separate continents… basically things were rubbish & i was trying not to be the most miserable man on the planet. I mean, don’t get me wrong anyone who has discovered the love of his life should be jumping for joy 24 hours a day but the 5000 mile gap & the typical soggy english weather just weren’t helping, i needed out & i needed to be in Kylie’s arms fast!

My days mainly consisted off selling stuff as i needed to raise cash fast for the move, so i sold my car, my TV, my PS3, DVD’s, Video games, records AND my entire CD collection ….basically anything & everything i could get my hands on! My nights were spent text skyping with Kylie as she drove around Los Angeles looking at houses then sending me the address, which i would google with google earth & check it out, at the end of her daily trips we would then return to normal skype, she would email me all the pics of the interiors & we would discuss (clever huh?)

Now the original plan was for me to arrive in Los Angeles around mid April, just after my birthday as Kylie was doing production design on a French produced film called ‘Kiss of the Strangler’ which would end about that time & then i would arrive ….but finding somewhere to live wasn’t the only hurdle, so prepare yourself for a dramatic plot twist!

OK, so when i met Kylie she was in a relationship (yes, you read that correctly) & as i have written this story we have both discussed at great length about how i approach writing about it, what to omit, and what is relevant to our story & i think this is the first time where i cannot continue without mentioning it… so here we go.

Basically Kylie left a relationship to be with me & although that may seem harsh for the other person involved & very selfish on my part, i have always made clear that me & Kylie are meant to be together, that we both know we are soul mates & that everyone that has encountered us together or seen the way we react to one another & how we are, agree… Me & Kylie are one person, we have never come across like a fling, or a mid-life crisis, or 2 crazy people on a mission of self-destruction to ‘Insano’ land. One thing you have to recognise is that we are real & that 2 years down the line (yes, it’s a few days shy of 2 years since we first started talking!) things between us are bigger & better than ever, our love continues to grow & that this incredible story is simply mind-blowing… sigh.

Anyway, the point of all this is that we ran out of time looking for somewhere to live, Kylie had to find someone to help her with production design & prepare for ‘Kiss of the Strangler’ (which was about to start) & we basically had no idea what to do, i was arriving in 2 weeks (as we had spent 2 weeks looking for houses with me organising my move from the UK) & the movie was taking 2 weeks to film, that meant by the time i arrived we would have nowhere to live, we needed a solution FAST…. and guess who came to our rescue? Her now Ex-Boyfriend (yeah, the guy i was just talking about, the one she left… for me!)

This guy was also working on the movie, in fact he was directing it from the studio where he worked with Kylie over many years, it was him that suggested i arrive in Los Angeles 2 weeks early to help her on the movie, it was him that suggested that we lived in the studio (which was called ‘The Fallout shelter’ btw) …it was him that knew Kylie needed me, that saw the difference in her since we met & that wanted her to be happy & that i was the man that did that.  I just wanna add, that throughout this whole story her ex-boyfriend knew all about me, he was never lied to, he knew Kylie was speaking to me since day one, he knew all about London & he knew that we had fallen in love & that we were soul mates… at no point did he ever interfere or prevent Kylie & me being together, which seems weird maybe but even he knew that me & Kylie needed to be together & let’s be honest he gave her up to prove it. Now that’s a sacrifice you don’t hear about very often, I can honestly say (as i have known this guy for nearly 2 years as well) in fact we have become kind of friends, that i still scratch my head when i think about what he lost for our gain but some relationships are just different i guess, especially in porn… but i don’t feel right discussing what went on before me & Kylie discovered each other or how that worked, it’s just not my place to say.

So, (going back to the story) that’s what happened, my departure date went from the 16th April… to the 1st of April! I had only been away from Kylie for 2 weeks (although it seemed like 2 months!) & yet i would be landing in LA & she would be back in my arms within 24 hours!

Next time i continue the story, I will be telling you about my nightmare at passport control, what happen at Hotel Figueroa & my first steps onto a porn movie set… stay tuned!

Andy

PS: I have no photos from this part of the story… sorry!

It’s been SOOO long since I have written this part of the blog that I had to read the last few parts of the story & then sit down with Kylie to try & work out what happened next… I mean, I KNOW what happened next but it’s how to write it all down in the correct order so that it makes sense, I cannot make any promises… but this is roughly it.

(As previously mentioned) I arrived back in the UK, got the train to my buddy Mick’s house & then got completley slaughtered as I regaled stories of our time in London, it was GREAT to talk about it but also very sad, I missed Kylie SOOO much & I still had some really insecure moments of doubt about our future (Hind sight is a wonderful thing, I knew nothing would go wrong but hey… I’m Human & insecurity is a BITCH!!)

Eventually (after 14 hours, give or take) Kylie landed in Los Angeles & my phone lit up… JOY, she still loves me, it was just a quick message saying she had landed/flight details etc… that she missed me and after she had slept and caught up with a few things we would Skype and the process of me going to see her would commence. Things WERE real …real scary, I had to go home at some point and tell the family what i had ACTUALLY been doing in London and that the most attractive and popular member of the family (gimme a break, I am writing this from my point of view) would soon be leaving to start a new life in Los Angeles.

SO more time past and then some more… and so I drank some more, infact I spent 2 days at Micks… 2 days drinking, enjoying time with friends and basically waiting around for time to Skype. And then Skype came, Kylie was sat in bed, recovering from Jet Lag with my hat on… she looked beautiful, she always looks beautiful, how on earth anyone looks that beautiful after a 14 hour flight and then 6 hours sleep is beyond me but hey… I’m not complaining, Kylie is the most stunning woman I’ve ever seen, so GO team Andy, don’t hate me… just know that I am lucky (and thankful for it!)

We talked about how hard it was to wake up alone, we talked about how hard it was to be apart, we talked about me coming over in 4 weeks & as we chatted online we looked for flights & she began to scour the internet for places to live (she was living at her downtown studio, which was great but she din’t want us to start our new life around porn sets) …so she was looking for alternatives.

As I have often said in this story, Skyping is great but also very hard, I SOO wanted to reach through the screen and grab her, I could smell her on me when we talked, even though we were so far away, it kept my sanity intact knowing that I could see her whenever I needed her…

Anyway, after a few hours of chatting she had to start her day, remember the time difference, she was 8 hours behind me so when she was getting up, my day was drawing to a close & I had stuff to do, I had stuff to sell… I had a car I wasn’t gonna need & belongings to gather & organise… I had to go home.

After eating (and drinking) Mick out of house & home for 2 days, he very graciously took me to see my Dad.

Sidenote: I had recently moved out of a very nice apartment that was FAR too expensive (and complicated) to live in a few months previous to meeting Kylie & therefore was staying with my Dad.

OK, so let’s talk about my Dad for a second for he really is one of a kind. He is 71 years old, self made, a widow, father of two ungrateful & rather selfish children, a cornerstone for his family & friends & without doubt one of the most emotionally strong & worldy wize people I have ever known… we are SOOOO alike in SOOOO many ways and yet we differ SOOO much, if i had a Dollar for every scrape he pulled me out of, or for every time I needed his advice or strength of Character I would be a rich man. We are close without actually being close, I have built, destroyed, changed direction & rebuilt my life so many times I am suprised that he hasn’t disowned me a million times and yet he is always been there, he has never once questioned me or judged me, he has always supported every decision, encouraged me and I have always known that I can come knocking on his door without needing forgiveness for some of the ridiculous thing I have done with my life… but I am about to tell him I am leaving forever… to move to Los Angeles… to be with (what he might only see as) a porn star… this one might test his patience!

I arrived home with the typical Dad greeting “Oh, I wondered where you were’ & ‘What trouble have you found this time?’ …so I told him! He didn’t bat an eyelid, he didn’t seem suprised, he actually seemed quite excited (although maybe the prospect of me being on the other side of the planet was a bit of a bonus!) but eitherway, we talked about what I had done, I told him about how much i was in love and he seemed genuinely pleased that I finally might have found my place in the world and someone to share it with. It was a little surreal, it was little wierd… it was typical Dad, always encouraging, non judgemental & a few jokey insults thrown in about what my life was like and how I should live it, the fact that I was moving to the states didn’t seem to surprize him at all, infact he thought it was where I should be as he never thought i fitted in in England and was always puzzled as to why I stayed in a systen that encouraged such formality & accepted ‘towing the line’ as life options, it was a great conversation. My Dad is simply awesome & along with my sister he is the only person I truly miss.

That being said (and trying to move the story on from the Mushy stuff) the day was Sunday, Kylie had landed 2 days previously and we needed to Skype as she had emailed me various houses & apartments she had found PLUS we needed to arrange dates for my arrival as we both had LOADS of info on flights etc.

And that’s it for part 18, in the next part I will tell you about house hunting via Skype, when we booked the tickets & my eventual arrival in the states (and how the time scales changed!)

As ever, thanks for reading…

Andy

So, we had fish and chips, then we headed back to the Hotel…

The main topic of conversation was obviously how we felt knowing that we were gonna be apart and how dreadful it was parting (even though it only turned out to be a trial run) so we firmed up plans about how it was gonna work, how WE were gonna work… we reminised about highlights of the trip, kissed, hugged & enjoyed every second of each other & our REAL last night.

The ‘trial run’ turned out to be a blessing on many levels (and strengthened our belief in us) because now we knew we could get through it, we were slightly worried the night before that we actually couldn’t, that insanity might kick in… that she might stay, that I might go with her there and then & that one of us would have left our entire lives behind & just moved forward. That’s the beauty of hindsight though, it was a struggle when I first came to LA (as you will find out later) and had I just upped and left, it would have been doubley hard… we definatley needed to pave the way for us in some form, I had a life (including worldy possessions to get rid of) and she had a life (including people to let down) it was SO complex. We had some great conversations and formulated some great plans that night, that we STILL benefit from now….Oh, and I fucked the pants off her, did I mention that?

The next morning, our hearts still sank, it still wasn’t a great day but we had so much confidence in us that we just attacked the world head on, kept our spirits up & actually for once acted like adults (which is handy sometimes!)… I didn’t take any photos of Kylie today, I didn’t have time, I actually can’t remember much about the day, I didn’t write in the book or anything, I just enjoyed her, enjoyed us & put on a brave face for OUR sakes, for OUR future (Which was only 4 weeks away!)

The bit I remember most about this day was airport…

As I hadn’t worked out how to get back to Manchester yet, we decided (seeing as we were in an airport!) to buy a ticket so that I could fly home (which makes sense!) But my flight was leaving before hers, so it turned out that I would be leaving her! And with the flight schedules being as they were, by the time I landed in Manchester she would be up in the air and our cell phone signals would be lost… the next time we could speak would be 16 hours! Which is amazing to think of as I type this, as I haven’t gone 1 hour without speaking to her since (let alone seeing each other)…& this was nearly 12 months ago!

Anyway, after getting my ticket we went through customs & hung out in duty free for a while, went and grabbed a sandwich and sat talking about what our life in LA was gonna be like, as the time ticked away and I had to get my flight back home.

Sidenote: We also discussed what I was going to tell everyone back home, at this stage only 2 of my friends knew where I was and who I was with but obviously no-one knew I was a month away from leaving!

When the time arrived for me to go, it was in a busy airport surrounded by hundreds of people… it was like a movie. I stood infront of her, she stood in front of me, I had to go one way… she had to go another (so cue the dramatic music please) I held her in my arms and squeezed her so tightly, we told each other ‘I love you’ and kissed as people swarmed around us busily getting on with their lives as though we didn’t exist, as there are so many teary goodbyes at airports I’m sure it just looked normal, which was so apt and as I placed my final goodbye kisses on Kylie we were both streaming with tears. We then picked up our suitcases from our feet and ushered ourselves away, slowly walking backwards as we mimed ‘I love you’. Eventually we both lost sight of each other in the busy crowd, I paniced for a second and stopped, caught one final glimpse of her walking away, I gave a big sigh, wiped the tears from my face, then turned around and headed for my plane, my heart aching but full of confidence that we would be back together soon.

The confidence didn’t last long… we started to text each other from seperate ends of the airport, telling each other how hard it was to walk away, to leave each other and that we were missing each other ALREADY!! By the time I had gotten my seat on the plane, I was a mess… I was slowly getting depressed and worrying that something might go wrong & it could be over (despite her texts to the contrary) by the time the plane then took off and I had lost my signal, I had managed to pull myself together, realised that I was suffering from a rush of emotion and even though I was still depressed, I began to plan my trip back into her arms.

As I was coming into land in Manchester I took a photo from the plane and tweeted it, along with a depressing message …then my phone lit up with 2 texts, 1 of them was from Kylie telling me she loved me & that everything would be alright, the other was from my buddy Mick (Kylie had tweeted him) asking if I was OK & would I like to go over for a drink…. I said yes, as I didn’t want to be on my own PLUS Mick had lots of alcohol!

So that’s what I did, jumped on a train and went and got drunk, regalled stories in real time to someone for the first time, just to make sure I hadn’t been dreaming! and sat patiently for my phone to light up from Kylie when she landed the next day.

And that’s the end of London… up until then, probably the best moments of my life ever, the next part of this story is what happens whilst we are apart, how I sell my entire life, what my family thought & what Kylie organises for my arrival in LA.

Arriving at the airport wasn’t good, sadness was starting to really kick in & we were both trying our hardest not to break down into tears, I just didn’t want her to leave, the fact Kylie didn’t want to go just made it worse.

So we bravely got her bags checked in and then went for a coffee, we just sat there holding hands, staring at each other and confirming plans about me joining her in LA, I was going to start looking for flights when I got back to Manchester and she was going to start looking for a place for us to live.

Time sped by… and before you knew it, her flight was being called & it was time for her to leave. Then the tears started, words simply became useless & so we just sat there holding & kissing each other in middle of the airport lounge, it was so strange, it was like a couldn’t breath, I felt so helpless, I wanted her to stay so much but there was nothing I could do …as we kissed each other, floods of tears streamed down our faces.

Time sped up again… a final call for her flight, so, as we kissed, I began to take photos of the moment, so it would last forever, so that in years to come they would be a reminder to me of what Kylie means to me & that I should never let her leave me again.

I don’t think I have ever kissed anyone so many times in such a short period of time in my entire life… I just wanted to absorb her, we kissed, cried & kiss & cried, all while slowly walking towards the departure gate, stopping every now & then to confirm what would be happening, when we would talk again & how much we loved each other…

When we eventually arrived at the departure gate I told Kylie that my heart couldn’t stand watching her leave, that even though I knew everything would work out, I just couldn’t watch. I then grabbed her & squeezed, the tears flowing more than ever and asked her to go… then she was gone.

So, as you can imagine, I’m a bit upset, so I grabbed a seat and just stared at the departure gate, wishing that it was 3 weeks ago or 6 weeks in the future & that we were back together again…. then, as if by magic, Kylie Appeared!!

YAY (I secretly thought) she’s changed her mind, she is not gonna leave… but no, as romantic a notion it might seem, the reason was good old fashioned terrorist prevention! Even though Kylie had an hour left to board the plane, she was still refused entry past security because at Terminal 5 (which is where we were) they won’t let anyone through with less than an hour to go till boarding! (which was obviously based on their watches not ours!!) So she ran back into my arms and told me that we needed to get her bags back… which at this point were on the plane!

We then waited for an hour or so to get them back whilst we arranged a seat on the flight to LA that was leaving the next day. (sidenote: the plane was delayed by over an hour to unload all the bags, she could have made it easily but thanks to over zealous terrorist laws, I got Kylie back for an extra day… so good job Government!)

Obviously after going through the low of that goodbye, the rush of being back together for another 24 hours was AMAZING… So to celebrate (and after checking in at the same hotel we trashed the night before) we went to a pub by the airport & had fish AND chips!

Ok, so this is the end of this part of the story, next time its the REAL goodbye (after another night of debauchery!)

So we wake up on Kylie’s final day, she was due to leave at around 3.30pm.

Now the room was trashed, I mean totally trashed and it stunk of 2 people who where obviously trying to fuck themselves to death! If i’m being honest, it wasn’t a good day, infact it was one of the worst days i have ever had… the thought of Kylie leaving, of us being apart was soul destroying but I had to keep it together because I could see Kylie was fighting it and I also didn’t want to waste one second of our last few hours.

As ever, we fucked… but this time it was different, so much more intense than ever before, as we touched and held each other it was like we were trying to slow time, getting lost in the moment, in our connection, slowly drowning in each other and got trying to forget the world and what was about to happen.

Afterwards, we lay there holding each other talking about where we would go from here, when I would get to LA & what she could organise for when I got there (I have touched on this subject briefly throughout this blog, Kylie’s life was slightly more complicated than mine, a lot of things had to change before my arrival) anyway, we were both on the same page and we were determined to make us happen in the real world (as opposed to our world)

As time crept on, we got out of bed, showered and packed, all the while talking about plans and our love and what would become of us, it wasn’t a depressing time as such, it was more a hopeful and fearful time and even though we knew where we wanted to go, as with everything in life, we needed luck on our side.

We then took some pictures in the hotel room grabbed our stuff and went to the airport to grab some food and await the enivitable teary goodbye, during the whole day my heart was racing.

In the next part, we are at the airport… it’s nearly time to part.

So we arrived at Heathrow, well a hotel by Heathrow, checked in & then went to our room… I mentioned in the last blog that we had a couple of days left and if I’m honest with you I have jumped the gun but if I tell you why then I will ruin the next part of the story.

So, for the purposes of the story, at this point, the date is the 16th March & Kylie is supposed to be leaving on the 17th… we have less than 24 hours together.

Ok. Still with me? Good…. So after we dumped our bags, we decided to eat and seeing as the hotel had a pub/restaurant type thing, we went downstairs to grab some food. We then sat there, completley wrapped around each other, munching on some pub grub, total engrossed in each other, taking note of every second as it slowly counted down to the moment she had to leave… and… errr… we watched ‘TheChampions League’ on the TV!

After the match (and an hour and a half of me trying to explain the rules of fooball) we went back to our room & seeing as this was gonna be the last time we would have sex for a while (or so we thought!) we decided to literally go out with a bang…

Now i have photos of this night, I have LOTS of photos… but I can’t post any of them, they are completley disgusting, I mean just totally freaky! We took every little sordid act we had done over the past 3 weeks and then multiplied it by 100 …and THEN added everything else we hadn’t done!!! It was the most amazing (and filthy) experience ever, I literally plundered every hole she had (and thats 4 if you are counting) as we fucked, then fucked some more and finally…WE FUCKED! (get the picture?)

By the end of our filth marathon, we were completley drained, soaked and exhausted and as we clung onto each other (although to be fair we were almost welded to other other with various liquids, lubes and excretions)… we drifted off into a sex coma!

A couple of hours later (and probably due to the odour of our bodies!) we woke up, showered, dumped the completley destroyed sheets under the bed and fell asleep.

The next day Kylie would be heading home…

You see, I’m on a roll..

So after a night of rampant filth (and a chinese back at the hotel) following our day of romance in Hyde Park, me and Kylie got up and started to pack.

We were to be heading over to the Airport hotel that day as the London part of our adventure was starting to come to a close. We had acknowledged the fact that we couldn’t be apart a few times over the past couple of weeks but we had not come to any conclusions or solved any problems as to where our adventure would go next.

We both knew that we couldn’t be apart and despite the massive problems like geography, some unmentioned (and really complicated) circumstances in her life, nevermind the fact she was a world famous porn star with a business/family & friends in LA we both knew that we could not let go of what we had… we talked about where we would live, who was going to live where and how we were going to achieve it. It was a long conversation. Originally we had talked about Kylie leaving LA, selling everything she had and moving to the UK, at first such a romantic idea (and believe me it’s still gonna happen) but the more we talked about it, the less practical it seemed. She has SO much in the US, her entire business, her reputation, her home …PLUS an entire career and life of things she would have to ship… it would have taken months, maybe even a year! And I simply couldn’t do that, WE couldn’t do that.

I was in a situation (which seemed lucky at the time but to me now, seems like fate) whereby it would only take me a month or so to sell up, as about a year prior to meeting Kylie I had been in a relationship that ended quite convieniently and as a result I had sold my house & had most of my possesions in storage… which meant the timescales to us being apart were dramatically shorter if I came to her & emphatically she agreed.

She simply wanted me to be next to her & we both wanted that period of time to be as short as possible, we had wasted too much time already, why waste anymore? We would just deal with any eventualities leading on from the crazyness of this situation back in LA, together, we would deal with everyone one by one & as selfish as it may seem, we just didn’t care, it was going to happen… if you are lucky enough to have found someone that carries with them the other part of your soul, you will understand that regardless of situation or history, circumstance or warning, Love wins…. every single time. To us, what we were planning to do was so completely natural, no matter how insane it seemed, regardless of anything we have ever said or done, we have done all this before, so fighting it or being level headed was just not an option. This was US, living, feeling & breathing as one once again, like a life of deju Vu… we just doing living like we have done it many times before & no doubt will do many times again….

Kylie, I know you are reading this & I love you. I love you more with every passing second, when I look back this part of the story it all seems so trivial but I remember how exciting it was to have found you again, I will never forget these moments & I’ll never take you for granted… Hey you x

Ok, I’m gonna move on, I know most of you are grossed out, hey, at times it even grosses US out but that’s just the way it is, its the fucking truth, I make no apologies. I’m married to my soulmate, it’s an incredible thing.

Anyway… As with most things to do with us, it ended in sex and seeing as the day had been taken up by it, along with packing & talking! …all I managed to write in the book was: “Today we had a long conversation. It was very emotional. We had sex & she squirted all over me, she made me drink it. Afterwards we fell into a sex coma…. Oh, & Lemon fudge cake!”

At some point in the late afternoon we checked out, wandered around Oxford street (still talking) went for something to eat in a small cafe & then looked at furniture in John Lewis. We then grabbed a cab and headed towards Heathrow airport for the last couple of days.

And welcome back…. no intro to this part, so I am just gonna try & pick up where I left off, it’s only taken me 3 months to continue!!

So we are in Marble Arch, the date is March 14th 2010 & all I have written in the book is: 3 cock adventure!

This was the thing me & Kylie were into at the time (and still are) basically she fucks her pussy with a dildo whilst I fuck her ass with another… and errr, well… my dick! Crazy I know but hey, if you have been keeping up with the story so far, you should be used to it by now!

The next day ( day 8 ) we got up early, went to Pret a Manger, grabbed some sandwiches & went for a Picnic in Hyde Park, it was a bitterly cold windy day but we didn’t care… so in love, so happy, it could have been thunder & lightning and we wouldn’t have known, the world was our playground. It still is. I remember 3 things most about this day, Kylie chasing pigeons, her sat on a fountain as I took pics & snuggling up on a park bench eating sandwiches… sigh, it was wonderful. The next day was going to be our last in Marble Arch as were  going to be staying at the airport for the rest of her trip… we only had 4 days left together.

I haven’t continued this section of the blog for ages! but pressure after the “ladiez night” interview & the amount of emails & friendly nudges I have gotten from people means I need to continue.

There has been loads of reasons why I haven’t finished the story, mainly its been time restraints but also sometimes it feels wierd looking back, I get so focused on the future with me & Kylie that it almost doesn’t matter how we met… but obviously it does, it matters SOO much, I just get lost in the enormity of it all & find it hard to write, anyway i found time today to keep it going, so enjoy it, this bit is small but just plain fun!

Friday (day 5, still at Marble Arch)

All I have written in the book for this part is:

• “Kylie remarked – You have broken me”
• “I would love Kylie if she was just a stump neck”
• “Went to KUA for a drink & some strange gay Iranian fella keeps trying to talk to me, I wish he would fuck off!”

However, I do have photos, so i’ll give you some background to them first…

Kylie doesn’t drink or take drugs (she has been sober for about 9 yrs) so after a long day wandering around London, Kylie came in & flopped on the bed. On the sideboard in the room was an unopened complimentary bottle of red wine, a packet of Nurofen, a  jar filled with packets of sugar/sweeteners, 2 dildos, plus we had a novelty pen that looked like a syringe!

So, as she dozed off  on the bed, I thought I would take pics of Kylie as a dead hooker …who had died from a drink & drugs related death! (of course I did, perfectly normal idea!) So I used the sugar & sweeteners as cocaine, the Nurofen became random pills & the pen stood in for Heroin, I then surrounded Kylie with various dildos & vibrators and Hey Presto… Instant ‘Dead Hooker!’

I then took the photos and even  twittered ‘Another Hotel room, another dead hooker!’ ….so here is the pic (edited) that inspired that Tweet!

Told you this part was a small bit, anyway next up is Day 6, I won’t leave a big gap inbetween blogging next time… I promise!

Andy