Mary and Max

I've got to feel sorry for Alison, sometimes.  She gets upstaged most of the time - despite being the person that keeps the momentum going and despite being the person that keeps the classes running smoothly, while I'm posing.  And she's the photographer, so she almost never gets into any of the pictures.

She also gets to hear my most regular jokes.  Which means, she hears the same ones over and over again.  Just before I wheech off the breeks (a good, Scottish turn of phrase) I always make the same gag about it being "cold in here" and I ask the girls to not hold that against me, when they get the big reveal.  It had an additional ring of truth on this occasion though.

Recently, the Edinburgh weather has turned downright chilly.  And today, in The Standard, it was exceptionally cold.  So that gag didn't even have the same comedy value.  It was a good temperature for the girls - and, in fact, for anyone who was fully dressed. But for the naked man, who had been hiding outside between the doors, waiting for a cue to enter the room.  In bare feet on a tiled floor.  This time, there was a genuine worry that there might be a bit of shrinkage going on.  Thankfully, however, I come from Aberdeen.  I'm used to chilly temperatures.

Once the class started and I was in the main room, it got a lot better.  I was able to move around more and warm up easier.  Alison commented that on the previous weekend, she and Qba had been provided with heaters.  And it was only later, when I was packing everything up and getting ready to leave, that I realised that I had been provided with heaters as well.  I had seen them, but hadn't recognised them as such.  I'd thought they were dehumidifiers or something fancy like that.

Incidentally, this group of girls were the same group that Alison and Qba had expected the previous week.  The agency had not warned me that they had changed the date of their booking, so while Kira and I had been doing a job in Glasgow, Qba and Alison had been waiting for them in Edinburgh.

  

Not all of my poses were easy, this week.  The worst was the one that was suggested during the "Model/Co-ordinator" challenge.  That's the one where we pick two volunteers, then get one girl to join me as the other model and the other girl to set us both up in a pose.  This time, the model was asked to bend over a chair, while I was asked to raise my hand like I was spanking her.  That's fine for a laugh, but having to keep that arm in the air for five minutes wasn't easy.

After a few minutes, Alison asked me if I was struggling.  I definitely was.  When I'd started, my arm was above my head, but within a few minutes, it had dipped to just about level with my ear.  I was definitely glad when that pose concluded.

During the "Make A Giant Man" challenge, it's always interesting to see what people come up with.  It's even interesting to see all the different ways they can interpret the rules of that particular challenge, which is one of the reasons I like to keep them fairly vague to start with.  This time, one of the girls drew my penis with a lot of loving care and attention to detail, so it was irresistible - she had to come up and pose with me, while she held it strategically.

The Giant Man was pretty cool, too.  Much more successful than a lot of previous Giant Men, in fact.  And I loved the fact that his head made him look a bit like a character from an animated film I had seen recently.  Max was one of the two central characters in a film called Mary and Max.  I used that as an opportunity to recommend the film to the girls, before the class ended.  I can't remember if I warned them that it would make them cry, though.

Sadly, Alison had to hurry off after the class ended, so no chance of us getting together for a coffee or a drink so we could relax and enjoy the mood that these events usually leave us with.  But we're going to see the new James Bond film in a little while, anyway.  So we can catch up on things at that point.