Mayfair
Deep in shallowest Mayfair and not a fag shop to be found
Already I can tell this gig is bullshit.
Private Members Club.
A house for dicks, and none so fertile as this gilded arsehole.
Aspirational wankers, designer vodka and LED rainbows clash with what once must have been
A des-ir-able res.
Before the decor.
A woman I met on the Queen Mary II (an exhibition of Monroe's dresses) cards me.
"Make your own perfume from a range of twelve scents. £90. You can name it yourself."
I offer my years as apothecary's assistant; enthusiasm should score me a freebie.
But she falters on verbena, fails on base notes, fluffs her musk and evaporates
Faster than alcohol. Eau....de toilette. See ya.
The night I met her I wept in the face of the red dress
Norma Jean wore for 'Gentlemen Prefer'
Her portrait hangs by the gents.
"Shouldn't have been nobbing presidents"
The Fine Art photographer shoots up my skirt
And compares theatre and art
To Tesco and Marks.
Needless to say, the sound system's shite.
Already I can tell this gig is bullshit.
Private Members Club.
A house for dicks, and none so fertile as this gilded arsehole.
Aspirational wankers, designer vodka and LED rainbows clash with what once must have been
A des-ir-able res.
Before the decor.
A woman I met on the Queen Mary II (an exhibition of Monroe's dresses) cards me.
"Make your own perfume from a range of twelve scents. £90. You can name it yourself."
I offer my years as apothecary's assistant; enthusiasm should score me a freebie.
But she falters on verbena, fails on base notes, fluffs her musk and evaporates
Faster than alcohol. Eau....de toilette. See ya.
The night I met her I wept in the face of the red dress
Norma Jean wore for 'Gentlemen Prefer'
Her portrait hangs by the gents.
"Shouldn't have been nobbing presidents"
The Fine Art photographer shoots up my skirt
And compares theatre and art
To Tesco and Marks.
Needless to say, the sound system's shite.