Wednesday, November 12, 2008

"I bet those transvestites are sore at the end of the night" - Apres la Guerre, recalling the night he went on the lash with his mum in Amsterdam. It's a story he's told me before, but I'm very glad he's made it available for public consumption.

2 comments:

Apres la Guerre said...

Ah, publicity. Many thanks!

Couldn't you have found a more elegant way of describing it. "On the lash with his Mum," makes it sound somehow unwholesome.

LF Barfe said...

I can't think of anything more wholesome than getting plastered with your aged Ps.