Pink Tea-Towel Holders

NB: Don't look at the link for Robinson Crusoe on Sin Island unless you're really prepared for it. It's pretty mucky and I wouldn't want to be responsible for any hairy palms, blindness, eternal damnation, etc. While in London I've been staying with some of my uncle's friends, and it's been a bit of an eye-opener, all in all. Another friend was doing costume management for Robinson Crusoe on Sin Island, a pornographic version of (I think) Pirates of the Carribbean. Thus, a few weeks after my arrival, I was treated to quite a graphic description of what actually happens on a blue movie set. Sordid stuff indeed. After that, my curiosity (and only my curiosity) aroused, we all gathered around the computer to watch the trailer for this movie. That's right, four guys -- two gay, two straight -- watching a skin flick just to check out the quality and historical authenticity of the period costumes. Yes! Marvel at the realistic brass buttons! Be astounded by the intricate embroidery on Robinson's jacket! Gaze in wonder at the detailed carving of the peg, uh, legs. I've also learnt a whole lot of new words for, um, the male genital organ, not from the movie, but from the comic strip that Ricky (a guy I'm staying with) draws. I'll never think of custard the same way ever again. In related news, according to my uncle, I am the lucky owner of a sense of humour that's steadily becoming more and more homosexual, probably due to a few double entendres that I "slip in" here and there. Damnit, there I go again, and I'm not even trying. I don't know quite where this is going to lead me, and frankly, it's probably better that I don't.