WHAT THE BUNSTER SAW

Arrived in jolly old England last night after a delicious flight on Virgin in upper class! I passed out on Ambien and didn't even wake up for my coplimentary back massage! Then I checked into a swanky room at the St. Martin's Lane Hotel. Now before you go thinkin' I'm turnin' into fancy folk, I wish you could have seen me hot-glueing my 14th Street earrings together--possibly a first in the hotel. Does anyone remember those huge 80's triangle-shaped "hot glue special" earrings that Atlanta drag legend Mr. Charlie Brown used to wear? Hot glue and safety pins are a "girls" best friend. Reminds me of another Atlanta drag legend named Amber Richards. Amber was bi, and very real-looking except for "her" ten inch cock. She'd picked up some girl and fucked her until they both passed out. A fire started while they slept and put itself out, but not before melting the hot glue on Amber's closet full of homemade couture. Tragically, though untouched by the flames, the fumes from the hot glue suffocated both girls. And as the legend has it, the police got quite a shock when they rolled Amber over and her massive "clitoris" flopped out. Posthumously, she's lovingly called "Ember" Richards.


Anyhoo, the St. Martin's Lane is a magnificent Ian Shraeger palace which I can't recommend enough. Mood lighting behind the bed which changes colors as you spin a wheel? And a carcophagus-like noise-proofing door to drown out conversations in the hall? Fantastic! Definietly one of my fav hotels ever and easily as comfy as the Hotel Allegra in Chicago or the Triton in San Fran.

On my first night I caught this charmingly dated 1960's Joe Orton play, WHAT THE BUTLER SAW. Only 20 pounds for a 6th row seat! Try finding that in NYC. An actress named Belinda Lang stole the show as an alcoholic nympho. I wonder why on earth I of all people would identify so strongly with a debauched character like that?