Saturday, 31 March 2012
Clearly the Sisters of Perpetual Indulgence were right to canonise him all those years ago as he came bearing a box of books, many of which I also hadn't seen in the best part of two decades.
I shall leave others to comment on the importance of Pat Califia's Lesbian S/M Safety Manual but the seminal text illustrated here was the first "gay book" I ever bought.
I'd sent away for it, with a Postal Order. For three weeks I crept out of bed at first light to beat my family to the post. Finally it arrived and I got to it before anyone else and my secret was safe.
Shortly afterwards I shouted my secret from the highest hills, and on occasion, even told the golden daffodils. Aaron Fricke - thank you.
Friday, 30 March 2012
It brought to mind two stories.
The first takes place one Sunday night in Benjy's nightclub in Mile End in 1983.
I had gone there alone and was lurking in a corner. Before I knew what was what, Miss Diana Fluck approached. Pulled me to my feet, pressed my head between her ample bosoms and we danced the night away.
You may have danced with a boy, who danced with a girl, who danced with the Prince of Wales... But I danced with my head between Diana Dors' tits.
He is dead now so I needn't trouble you with his name.
Being a good girl of the parish, Diana Dors had agreed to open the Parish Fete.
"Remember Father", said the Churchwarden. "It's 'Fluck'. Don't, whatever you do, forget the 'L'."
"I won't" said Father. He proceeded to introduce the parish to Miss Diana Clunt.
Thursday, 29 March 2012
Wednesday, 28 March 2012
This evening I walked Bethnal Green Road west to east and felt the warmth of the sun on my back.
These celestial orbs have a great deal to commend them, not least their ability to transform Bethnal Green Road.
Tuesday, 27 March 2012
Today's eavesdropping at the Royal Academy brings news that "houses in Yorkshire aren't that colour".
We live and learn.
Monday, 26 March 2012
Sunday, 25 March 2012
To mark it - here is a postcard of the Mohamed Aly Mosque in Cairo.
Vic was my grandfather who you met earlier at a bullfight.
Saturday, 24 March 2012
Friday, 23 March 2012
Wednesday, 21 March 2012
Tuesday, 20 March 2012
Saturday, 17 March 2012
Having spent longer today reading the Thatcher papers than a sane, well adjusted person with better things to do would have done, I am struck by how mundane and ordinary the process of government is. Occasional gems did pop up though and a pertinent one is illustrated here. It records the first occasion when the Prime Minister exercised her right to ignore the declared preference of the Crown Appointments Commission and put forward the name of a political ally to the Sovereign. There was at least one other we know about during Thatcher's tenure. One can only hope that the present PM will not exercise that right.
Friday, 16 March 2012
Thursday, 15 March 2012
If an understanding of Christ's suffering is what is called for, he seems to enable it more than the avoidance of red wine.