Once upon a time the streets of the capital heaved with jolly sailors and guardsmen just looking for gentlemen to have fun with. Then gay liberation came along and ruined it for everyone, complains Mark Simpson (Independent on Sunday — 11 September, 2005) I consider myself something of a traditionalist. I enjoy traditional activities, …
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The world of straight trade may have long since disappeared from the streets of London but if you still hanker after that lost economy of boisterousness, straight nightclub toilets might be a frutiful place to loiter. Preferably with a line or two of coke (Colombia’s own version of the Gay Bomb – or ‘conversion powder’ as a …