Patricia, companion in Wapping

Auburn brown, four hundred years of river, and a very dry sense of history.

Age: 28
Works from: Wapping
Height: 172 cm
Hair: long auburn brown
Eyes: brown
Figure: slim
Languages: English
An hour opens at: £250

Guests are 18+. She sets the limits of her own booking, and a fee covers her time and her company, nothing besides. The whole ladder is on the rates page.

The frames

04 frames, hers alone

Glamour and lifestyle photography, faces softened, no nudity. Open any frame to see it larger.

Patricia, companion in Wapping, London, portrait in candlelight

Patricia, companion in Wapping, London, standing, three quarter view

Patricia, companion in Wapping, London, seated portrait, dark background

Patricia, companion in Wapping, London, full length in soft light

About Patricia

The hair is auburn brown and long, the sort of colour that changes twice between a street lamp and a candle, and Patricia has learned to let rooms do the work. Height 172 cm, the build slim, brown eyes, and the straight back of someone who has spent years being looked at without minding it. Her style is understated and slightly severe: a dark dress, a coat that holds its shape, and never more than one thing that shines. Next to the glass towers she reads as the older, better made object in the frame.

At 28 she is composed, observant and funnier than her first five minutes suggest. She is careful in English, which people mistake for reserve until she says something extremely dry at exactly the wrong moment. History is the real enthusiasm, particularly the criminal sort, and she has a collection of facts about this stretch of the river that she deploys sparingly and always well. She is unimpressed by expense and very impressed by anyone who has read something recently.

Wapping is her choice and the anchor is The Captain Kidd on Wapping High Street, a warehouse conversion with a stone floor, a beer garden on the water and a name taken from a man they hanged three hundred metres away at Execution Dock. She takes the upstairs window when it is free. Afterwards there is the walk east along the old wharf fronts, six or seven minutes, every building still carrying the name of what it once held. Belgravia is home, and the cab east takes her a little over twenty minutes.

The old river streets are covered on the Wapping page. An hour begins at £250, with the longer evenings on rates. Send booking a date and a meeting point comes back.

Height 172 cm, slim build
Long auburn brown hair; eyes brown
Age 28, English speaking
Home district Belgravia, evenings across E1W and E14
Out of hours: river history, second hand bookshops, single malts

Booking her evening

The pub, the walk and a table with no clock watching come to £700 over three hours; a long drink and the river wall alone fit inside £500. Maude confirms exactly where to meet, since a dark street is no place for guesswork.

Her figures are the desk figures, printed in full on the rates page, and the whole arrangement runs in one thread from the first line to the confirmation.

1 hour£250
90 minutes£400
2 hours£500
3 hours£700
Dinner date£900
Overnight£1,800
WeekendPOA

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An evening with Patricia

The pub is four hundred years of story in a building that has been rebuilt more than once, with a stone floor, low beams and a terrace hanging over the water. She takes the upstairs window if it is free and points across at the spot where they used to chain a body to a post and let three tides go over it, and she tells you this while holding a very good whisky and not smiling. The tide slides past underneath. Later there is the walk along Wapping High Street with the old wharves shut and black on both sides, their names still painted twenty feet up, and it is genuinely one of the strangest walks in London at nine at night. From there it is twelve minutes back to the Wharf, or nowhere at all.

Before you write

Patricia, in her own words

Execution Dock is real?

Entirely real, and three hundred metres from where we will be sitting. They hanged pirates there and left them for three tides. Wapping does not advertise it much.

Is the walk safe at night?

Perfectly, and it is nearly empty, which is why I like it. Bring shoes that have no opinion about cobbles.

Pub rather than a restaurant?

For the first hour, always. A room with four centuries in it beats a room with a view of one, and dinner can wait until half past nine.

Filed in the ledger

Where she sits

Auburn and red Statuesque Slim and slender Late twenties

The Tape6 min readA band in Cabot Place, then a whisky where you can hear yourselfThe Scottish dining room and bar in Cabot Place puts a band on most nights. Where to sit so the music helps the conversation, how the sets shape the evening and why the terrace is the right place to end it.Read it The Tape6 min readScreens off at nine: what E14 still offers a desk on New York timeWhen the last print comes at 21:00 London time, most of the estate has already gone home. The kitchens that will still seat you, the bars worth a lift, and a two hour evening that finishes before midnight.Read it

Remarks

What guests have written

Nothing is written here for Patricia yet, which is usually what discretion looks like in E14. A note appears only when a guest writes one, she agrees to it, and the desk has checked that it reads as a first name, a month and nothing private.