TOADS IN THE HOLE

Great line about an English Public School headmaster: "the sadistic sod who ran the place". Hideous punishments inflicted on generations of boys. No wonder they were imperialist bastards. Which, of course, makes me glad I never went to an English school.
Jack The Ripper most likely graduated from Eton.

Of course, if I had been sent to a proper English educational institution during my teenage years, I should probably not have flunked Latin.


"ROMANES EUNT DOMUS"


I've always rather regretted that.

On the other hand, San Francisco will be filled this weekend with British Public School boys. There will be displays of cricket. It being Pride Weekend. Which I will miss, because I'm at work. The parade will be great. On Sunday.

Dykes with pierced nipples. Spanking. Leather. Barbecue and Vegan food stands at Civic Center. Voter registration. Pamflets for safe sex, unsafe sex, bathouses, pink flamingoes, consensual sex with pink flamingoes, and sex of any type in a time of cholera.
Or something like all of that. Along with bronzed Greek gods.
And pasty naked men who wish they gods.

All in all, parts of the city will seem like a public school dormitory after lights out.
I'm actually rather glad I'm missing all that.
Too much wild life.


Hijinks.



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