something perverty


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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