Since my last missive I have been on a lightning quick tour of London. Just a couple of nights, ostensibly to have a bit of a get together with some of my oldest friends.
Friday saw me meeting up with my reformed petty criminal brother, Jack. Jack, you may remember has undergone a transformation in recent years from a sort of Dickensian/Gangs of New York figure to reinventing himself as a bearded gentleman of design. He now has a career and love of a good woman.
Due to a broken nights sleep the night before, I decided to to plonk myself down in nearest spot to where we were meeting. A pleasant if too clean looking pub. Little did I know that over the next two hours this place would ratchet up the gayness to the point where Armistead Maupin would have needed a lie down in a darkened room. Jack merely walked in, looked at the barmen in their vests, the drag queen roaming the floor and raised his eyebrows. Merrick does it again!