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Oscar Wilde Cock-Cockery And Other Media Fictions

by | 24th, September 2010

SO it’s autumn now and I’m back. Haven’t you heard of people taking summer off? I can highly recommend the Carmel Mountain Health Spa (prison close by), Israel, where luxury twin-suites can be shared by same-sexers and other-sexers without a tabloid or loser blogger (hi, Guido Fawkes!) getting wind.

I’ll drop William Hague, 49, a line about it after this. (Btw, I do wish The Sun ‘s Kelvin MacKenzie would desist in his weekly persecution of Chris Myers, 25, Mr Hague’s former room-mate driver and £30k pa SpAd. In a just world he’d be sharing a room with George Michael)

Anyway, it appears I’ve returned in the nick of time. For today some letters Oscar Wilde wrote to a sexy young male magazine editor in the century before last have been flogged at auction for £33,900 – or nearly £24k  more than expected.  What spiced them up was the claim that in them Oscar, then about 33, propositioned the Court & Society Review editor one Alsager Vian, 22 (never heard of him: his ghost must be relishing the posthumous fame).

Alas the text of the five missives scarcely lives up to the billing. All of Oscar’s letters these days read like Stephen Fry on Twitter even an illiterate chimney sweep could expect a ‘dearest’. ‘Will be at home tomorrow afternoon so glad if you come down for tea,’ writes Oscar in one letter not quite up there with: ‘Come over and I’ll lick your scrote’. Oscar was passive, incidentally. Oh, didn’t you know?

Most compromising is Oscar’s, ‘Come and dine at Pagani’s in Portland Street on Friday 7.30. No dress just ourselves

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