Welcome to the corner of Gay and Porn.
For those of you who haven’t visited, this is where we’ve lived the last 5+ years. Soho, the pink, pulsing camp-and-sleaze-infested heart of London, England. I love this place. So much so that in May I will naturalize as a proper British citizen. Shortly after, I will join the BNP and complain about all the immigrants coming over here and taking all our British jobs and all our British women. That, my American friend, is irony.
Come summer, our roof-garden will be positively lush due to Cathy’s ministrations but in the meantime— do you see any trees out there? Any creatures save for dogs, pigeons or scuttling, unwashed masses? Any wilderness to speak of besides that of the human spirit? No? That’s because there is none (and no, the neighbor’s patio doesn’t count and after a while the famous parks and gardens come to resemble cemeteries without the headstones).
If, over the course of this narrative, you start to wonder ‘why so many animals?’ I ask you to please refer yourselves back to this picture. Cheers!
