No, the dark web comes to him for advice on such matters.
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I once ran into a former boss at the monthly London Fetish Fair.
Me:[taps him on shoulder] "Hello Martin (not his real name)." [To his boyfriend] "Hello Bobby"
Him: [slightly taken aback] "Oh, hello. I didn't expect to meet you, here."
[We catch up briefly. As we do various people go past and say "Hi Cerebus" in passing]
Him: "Erm, you seem to know a lot of people here."
Me: [archly] "Yes, I do don't I."
Truthfully, I'm remarkably 'vanilla' as it is known in these circles, but at one point I knew everybody who was anybody among London's respectable perverted. I used to get invited to all the parties, and I've seen things that would have given Mary Whitehouse a heart attack on the spot.
I seem to attract weird and interesting people, not something that I have any intention of discouraging. Even if we don't share whatever defining characteristic that marks them out from 'ordinary' people I just take people as I find and that generally means that I can get on with almost anybody. As a consequence I have got to meet and know all sorts of odd fellows and it makes for an interesting life.
And that is my excuse for knowing what BD's on about when he makes a sideways reference to some obscure fetish. What's yours?
I did some thinking about this and have come to the conclusion that it’s a simple function of I=D/M^2
I = probability of interesting interactions
D= how drunk you are
M=distance from middle of London.
Recent datapoint suggests that to compensate for Clapham I’d have to drink so much that the interesting people would be most likely be at Lambeth Hospital.
While being dragged up in Epsom (right on the very fringe of London), I came to the conclusion that the tolerable places to live were either right on the edge or right in the centre. Anywhere in between was, um, suboptimal.
Epsom was very
nice in a boring way, but I was <1km from common land where I could walk in a straight line for 3km without seeing habitation or crossing a road, plus there was Epsom Downs and the Surrey Hills a few km away. And central London was 30 minutes on the train.
I've never changed that opinion, and it has shaped where I now choose to live.
This theory also explains why you should never go out in small towns.
What is this "going out" of which you speak