Club London

From the hall window yesterday, 5:01 pm.

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Entering a bathhouse one must accept the endless twilight. This time of year, it isn't much of a sacrifice. Time it with late afternoon and you don't miss anything.

Catching up with an acquaintance behind the bar, I hardly gave a thought to the young Arab sitting two stools down, but clearly he had noticed me and showed it later, when we entered the shower at the same time.

I couldn't refuse his attention. It's strange how my interest in younger men has risen dramatically upon reaching the age of 40. I always used to be drawn to older men; their confidence, I suppose. Knowing what they wanted. We crave what we do not have.

( sexual content, more suggestive than explicit )

Brandy alexander

In my favourite TV miniseries, Brideshead Revisited, Anthony Blanche attempts to seduce the protagonist with four glasses of brandy alexander, two for each. Charles Ryder (the role that launched Jeremy Irons' career) does not like the drink, but I do. It's good seasonal cheer: one-and-a-half ounces of brandy, one ounce of creme de cacao, and one ounce of heavy cream, shaken with cracked ice. When Ryder demures, the outrageous Blanche promptly swallows all four.

A couple Blanche-isms from the series:

My affair with the Duchess of V was on an altogether higher plane than any of you h-?-s c-can conceive. Do you know what it was that cemented our love? We used the same coloured varnish for our toenails.

After a gay-bashing incident:

I didn't w-want them to start getting rough, so I s-said to them pacifically, "D-dear sweet clodhoppers, if you knew anything of s-sexual psychology you would know that nothing could give me keener pleasure than to be m-manhandled by you meaty boys. Ecstasy of the naughtiest kind. If one of you wishes to be my p-partner in joy then c-come and sieze me. If, on the other hand, you wish to satisfy some obscure and l-less easily c-classified libido then c-come with me quietly to the water."