Subject: something perverty
From: Scottie Bowman (rbowman@indigo.ie)
Date: Thu Jan 13 2000 - 12:24:20 EST
Paul's asks an interesting & probably unanswerable question.
It must reflect the milieu in which one grows up. I suspect
mine was possibly even more sheltered than his: middle class
housing estate in Scotland in the 1930s & rather priviledged
Quaker co-educational boarding school in the 40s.
Only once in all those years did I encounter a sad, fumbled
little kiss from a terribly correct, ex-officer bachelor living
in the town who was known - & strangely tolerated as
harmless - for his predeliction for entertaining groups of
young boys to tea & buns & reminiscences of the First World
War.
It was not until going to Trinity Dublin that I acquired
the slightly nervous taste for the company of a bunch
of English public school boys who fancied themselves
as the Sebastian Flyttes & Anthony Blanches de nos jours.
They taught me the pleasures of kummel, hand-made gloves,
black & gold Balkan Sobranje cigarettes, Michael & Hilton,
Aubrey & Oscar.
But not, I DO assure you, anything more.
Quite.
Scottie B.
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