I then joined her on her trip to the Clapham Grand... Must remember not to go there with shopping trolley again. In fact, at £4 entry fee, I won't be going there again soon.
It was worth it as a one-off, though, just to see the interior of this fine old theatre, and check out all the fetish products and stuff. Must say, they do nothing for me sexually, which is probably some sort of deep denial on my part, and means I'm innately a total pervert, but there's a lot of visually arresting and imaginative stuff there...Actually, I do covet some penis earrings, and those bizarre latex fetish costumes fascinate me no end. Join www.ppunleashed.com for some eye-openers!
Everyone seemed quite jolly, but I had a turn, thinking I'd lost my wallet, and got all antsy. It was a bit melancholy, too thinking how my late pal John would have been in his glory with all those whips, paddles, etc. He really did find that stuff a turn-on.Sigh...
After a while, Jenny wanted to hang out with her mates, but I was keen to get the papers and waddle back to my old-lady roost, so here I am. Glad I went,; makes a change, etc.