Last night I went with Liz Hoggard to a party thrown by Zoe Margolis at the Groucho Club. Zoe has written her second book based on her sexual adventures as a kind of female swordsman. She made her name having been exposed by the Sunday Times as the real life character behind her enormously successful sex blog.
We were certainly in the right part of town. I was wondering if I had the heart to take my heavily packed Durex inspired goodie bag away from the area that it would be most needed or appreciated...it felt like a crime. It would be a bit like nicking the swabs and disposable thermometers from the A&E department of a hospital. I was itching to explore the contents on the way home but didn't have the courage - despite the quantities of wine consumed - to examine the packages on the bus, although I must have looked like a mugger going through a handbag on the final walk from the bus stop in leafy genteel Barnes at 1.00am
We were certainly in the right part of town. I was wondering if I had the heart to take my heavily packed Durex inspired goodie bag away from the area that it would be most needed or appreciated...it felt like a crime. It would be a bit like nicking the swabs and disposable thermometers from the A&E department of a hospital. I was itching to explore the contents on the way home but didn't have the courage - despite the quantities of wine consumed - to examine the packages on the bus, although I must have looked like a mugger going through a handbag on the final walk from the bus stop in leafy genteel Barnes at 1.00am