Did anyone watch anything interesting on telly last night? Maybe you sat down with a hot cup of cocoa Â and watched the political heated rankles of “Question time”, or maybe a film, a romantic comedy perhaps, or maybe something a little more risque, a little more interesting. Maybe you watched something about sex, maybe you thought you’d learn something along the way, maybe you thought you’d watch “Joy of Teen Sex” and see if the kids of today are doing anything erotically different to those of previous generations. Maybe you did learn something. Maybe you learnt that some people pay an awful lot of money to have a sex dungeon installed in their London flat, maybe you learnt that there were many sexual positions you can useÂ in your sexual repertoire with addingÂ an ordinary dining chair, maybe you learnt more about gay sex, or about girls worried about peer pressure forcing them to lose their virginity before they’re ready to do so. Maybe you learnt about some girls deciding to perk up their sex life a bit by visiting a sex shop, and you saw them inspecting the paddles and trying on some basques.Â Maybe you noticed how one of the girls was more involved in liking the basque she tried on as she had bigger boobs than the other two, and she obviously felt really sexy finding she had more curves with it all pushed in, and out, in all the right sort of places.
But, I bet there was something you didn’t see.
I bet you didn’t notice what was in the background, and why should you, when there were three attractive young girls trying on basques, and revealing more of their feminine charms.
I bet you switched over later on, to another channel and thought nothing more about that particular scene.
But, I didn’t.
Cos I knew what was in that scene, I wasn’t paying much attention to those three girls.
Because I knew where they were, and I knew what day they were there, and I knew the exact same spot they were standing on.
Because I stood on that exact same spot an hour after they had done.
And the reason? Not because I wanted to see them, or even knew they had been standing there, no, it was because I’d gone to collect something personal, of mine, from that place.
Because the shop wasÂ Sh! in Hoxton, and it was the day I had gone to collect myÂ paintings, which were hanging quite clearly behind the three little maidsÂ all in a row.
Yay! MyÂ artwork has been on the telly!!!