Gilt Complex. July 2013.

Dear Rowley, Tell me I’m not the only one who’s had a gilt complex since I was knee high to a grasshopper. I can vividly remember my first visit to Versailles. We were in Marie Antoinette’s bedroom and a rather … Continue reading

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A Weekend in the Country. March 2012.

Dear Rowley, My pogrom against inappropriate slogan T-shirts as worn by London tourists intensifies. While stoating towards Relax on Brewer Street for my first massage of the year last night I encountered a lady – and I use that term loosely – … Continue reading

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A Bucolic Interlude 29th July 2010

Dear Rowley, You will find this amusing. A couple of nights ago I happened to be having a cigarette opposite Madame Jo Jo’s in Soho. Back in the day when it was London’s premier drag cabaret, I used to spend … Continue reading

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