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Saturday, 16 November 2013

Pre-1963 Sexual Intercourse: a discourse.


Gentle readah, the time has come, at long last, to turn our ugly faces to the innocent thangs of life (Are ye sure about this? - Adjectives Ed.). Yes, I am not.
For I speak (in this specific instance) of none other than the rumble in the jungle (shurely not these days? - Pubic Ed.), ploughing the furry furrow (ditto. - Ditto Ed.), doing the special cuddle and, last, but by no means least, allowing (just this once) one's man-snake to run amok in the lady-garden of one's significant other.
J. W. "Jonathon" Lennon was, by all accounts, a bit of a shagger. John's art school chum Tony Carricker is quoted thusly in the Extended Edition: "He was already with Cynthia, I think, being unfaithful. If you can get it at eighteen, nineteen, you do. And John was a great one for the back alley behind Lewis's at night, the dark back alley running parallel to Renshaw Street."
Above, on the left, Liverpool, Renshaw Street, the front of Lewis's circa 1959 ie the very time of which we speak. Plus the present day street view. Below, the very alley arrowed (yes, I am actually doing this) of which was spoken:


Back in the day, it looked much the same as now, as the following from waaaay back shows:




Unt the alley itself - Cropper Street:


Now. I am not denying that John was a very naughty boy indeed, and he quite possibly had any number of dalliances in this locale...but, Cynthia in her first autobiography specifically remembers the front of Lewis's as a favourite meeting spot. She even illustrated it, in order to demonstrate the unwelcome attention she'd receive as a result of dressing as John desired:


In her second tome, she recalls thusly: "When Stuart's room wasn't available, John would try to talk me into 'quickies' in dark alleys or shop doorways. Much as I loved him, I didn't enjoy these snatched encounters...". (Nice choice of adjective - Adjectives Ed.). This whole thang is undoubtedly too much information, but I suspect given the regularity of their meetings at the front entrance, and John's apparent liking for the rear, what we have here is actually a twisted (geddit?) example of John's fidelity.
In any case, I'd like to see them get their modern Magical History Tour bus up this:


With deepest apologies.

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