I did. I royally ballsed it up and missed the balls at the Bacchanalia Ball. Literally couldn’t see the wood for the trees. In my world the Bacchanalia Ball involved drinking, dancing (loose term), gibbering gibberish, flailing and flitting and some damn sexy outfits. What fun, ho. But this is how it and everyone else […]Read more "CAN YOU GO TO AN ORGY AND NOT NOTICE?"
We met on the platform at Tottenham Court Road, chatted in Spanish and then kissed, lots… in a South American way, not a British way. I didn’t even check if he was an erudite, literary, cultured, stylish cunt (with a long tongue). I just got off at my stop, Chalk Farm. Not un-nice at all… […]Read more "I kissed an Argentinian man on the tube"