While Madame Arcati awaits her move to the irreverent Anorak news site, my attention is drawn to Vicky Gold's entrancing blog. She was one of Sebastian Horsley's lovers. Vicky tells that they met up last Tuesday for a cappuccino and "He told me he was thinking of doing a painting with his own blood whilst a woman penetrated him wearing a dildo. He really was trying hard to make something new."
This suggests that his creative juices were in full flow before the smack terminated him later in the week. The painting he had in mind would have been dramatically conceptual, the gazer required to envisage the dildo buggery while projecting some meaning upon the canvas; the blood perhaps leaked from his anus. It would have been a succès d'estime, I am certain; and Brian Sewell would have constructed a very long sentence in pernickety abhorrence. That alone would have rewarded the pain.
I do hope this posting does not offend the holy molies of Google-Blogger, a bunch of blue rinse beardies more at home with their blogs on TV spoiler stories and other inanimate bedroom stimuli. Goodness knows what gets these atheistic moralists up in the morning.
But should they be interested in picking up where Sebastian left off, with the dildo art, I shall be more than happy to lend a hand.
Creep by Vicky Gold
The Guy Hilton Crew, Vicky Gold