Dark Tantra A long relationship with someone whose first language is not English may sometimes result in misunderstandings. For many years I could say, quite literally,"My wife doesn't understand me." Since a recent rapprochement we have returned to quotidian misapprehension, although now with a smile rather than hurled objects and screamed insults. Yesterday I was jabbing the laptop screen after a long awkward search for an image of a Wilkinson Quatro Razor with beard trimmer in the base, repeating its name, all too aware that my message wasn't getting through, desperate to have this product before I started looking like a Socialist Worker Party activist. Or a folk singer. Or a sociology lecturer. I was telling her its name often, knowing how easy it is to forget incoming information. "You're just another Joseph Fritzl," she said. As fuckwit Fritzl should fritter away the next nine lives in jail, I found the comparison troubling. Joking apart, if that was what she was doing, a decade ago people would often compare feelgood fetishists to Fred West, entirely seriously. Since endless late night telly titillation people are perhaps more broadminded. Although, it often seems to me that we are still perverts to most Sun readers. And not in a good way. A particularly cloddish and geezerish drummer who shall remain nameless, (Dave Barry) once lumped me in with child abusers, purely for editing a fetish magazine. Still, drummers don't tend to be the most cereberal people...	03_BIG_EYES_BOSSA.MP3 [4.89Mb]
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