I went to Brighton last Sunday with a male mate. Took the train. Much more relaxing. He could read the papers, and I could do some work. Or so I thought.
The town itself is a bit sleazy, like a rundown suburb...London-on-Sea. We walked from the wonderfully ghastly Palace Pier - how did they manage to fit everything that's tacky about Britain onto one strip of wood and metal and point it at France? - all the way to genteel Hove, where lonely, maiden aunts live out their days listening to the waves wash over the beach, the stones rattling against each other like bad memories.
On the train home, we sat opposite a beautiful young couple. As we pulled out of the station, I asked my friend what he was planning for Sunday evening.
"I'm going to the Torture Garden" he joked.
The beautiful couple looked at each other then at us and smiled, and for the rest of the journey, they regaled us with details of the World's Greatest Fetish Club where weirdos in creatively-outrageous rubber outfits parade about with their bits hanging out. Fascinating. We agreed to meet them there one evening. I'm wondering how I can adapt the Marigolds 'cos I'm damned if I'm going shopping at House of Harlot.
In complete contrast, I was taken out last night to Harry's Bar, the most delightfully decadent dining experience since Nero's Rome. Everything was perfect - the peach bellinis, the sycophantic staff, the luscious menu and the excellent company.
I managed, with much hilarity, to slip in the story about the failed Viagra purchase in Spain. My host was so charming that not only was I right-royally entertained, I also ended the evening with a couple of little tabs in my handbag for free.
The night of experimentation grows ever closer. And you'll never guess who I'm planning it with...
About Me
- Wendy Salisbury
- London, United Kingdom
- I was born in London to a Russian mother and Argentinian father. Educated at the French Lycee, I'd learned how to flirt in four languages by the time I was 15. I lived in Spain from age 18 to 20 documenting the life story of El Cordobes, the world-famous bullfighter, who helped himself to my virginity one hot and sultry Cordovan night... At 21, returned to the UK, I got married, had a darling daughter, then divorced; two years later, I married again, had another darling daughter, and divorced again. At 42 my life really kicked off with my first foray into the wonderful world of younger men documented in my nefarious adventures 'The Toyboy Diaries' Volumes 1 and 2 now translated into several languages. My first novel, 'Blood on the Sand' is out now in Spanish, and available in English on Amazon Kindle. My lifestyle guide 'NOW! The New Older Woman' awaits publication as does my 2nd novel 'Too Late to Go Home'. I am the very proud grandmother to 5 darling grandchildren.
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Yeah, Brighton's gone all very tame now since we used to go there on our bikes to beat up a few Mods and throw their scooters over the promenade rails! (I don't expect 'Hove, Actually' has changed much tho'!)
Let's have a guess who will be your escort for the Torture Garden - Why, Quasimodo of course. Who else? (he really LIKED being whupped you know!) Hope you have a great time, and I'm sure you'll tell us all about it soon.
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