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Fin de siècle, a Toulouse Lautrec t shirt and the antithesis of “What is uttered from the heart....”

My weekend was notable for a an invitation to a stag do. We spent Saturday at Lords: breakfast, lunch and tea. The cricket was good, the company was good, the weather perfect. The surprise came after we had eaten in the evening. Quality fish and chips followed by a table dancing establishment. My first experience of such a place. Once is enough.

Most of the breasts were organic as far as I could tell - you get very close but no touching allowed, so hard to be sure, most of them seemed proportional. But the limp wristed predatory thing going on (flaccid mano o mano heavies who would likely fold up like deck chairs in the event of drama strutting about encouraging you to encourage the girls and selling expensive drinks) was more than I could stand. And although some of the women were cute and fit the ones who weren't exuded a negative and all absorbing sexuality for me, sort of erotic matter and anti matter. The positrons were mixed up and eroticism vanished in less time than antimatter held in a CERN brand magnetic flux flask. These antimatter ones tended to an unintelligent tattooed aggression they confused with something they thought comely. Where do they get their ideas?

I think the world's view of what is considered erotic is being distorted by what can be seen on the internet. In terms of eroticism the internet is disappearing up its own fundament. Literally.  Best to ignore it.

The woman I thought most attractive came to sit next to me and quickly got to the subject of dancing, I had had one woman dance for be by that time and did not want another. One of our party was flush with cash and despite everything apparently had the appetite. I pointed him out to this young woman and remarked that he seemed wanton, flush and a little self destructive. Why is he self destructive came her reply. By way of explanation I asked if she had any tattoos? I could not see any. An emphatic no was her answer. I asked her why so many of the women had them in the face of so much evidence that they looked ugly? Her expression confirmed I had explained self destruction.

I see the dancing establishment closest to us in Lehman Street E1 is “Closed for Refurbishment” This despite being open for no time at all. So despite the entry fees, £10 beers and £200 bottles of er Champagne? They apparently can't pay the rent. If porn has ever been sexy it seems to have lost it, perhaps it's all the shaving and artifice. Nearly all porn on the internet is un-erotic and table dancing is no better. Perhaps it is the end of an era.

It is the way of these blogs that they have to be linked to our t shirts, so celebrate a man of talent who celebrated bawdy decadence with skill and style and helped define fin de siècle, buy one of our Toulouse Lautrec t shirts instead of a couple of beers at a gentleman's club.