Unsere Freundin B. war bei den Bad Sex Awards 2006 in London.
Hier ist ihr Bericht:

I advised 72 year-old ladies on their vaginal orgasms, edited world-class novelists, attended a book launch every night and met a whole series of eccentric, wonderful people. I lived on cheap book-launch red wine (the kind that strips teeth enamel in 3 seconds flat), and whatever was on the menu in a particular club – stew, fresh hazelnuts, or foie gras and brioche or half crabs in the shell – or chips from Harry Ramsdens' by the night bus stop.
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It was just like old times – free booze, gossip, friends. This is my favourite time of year in London anyway; I like the Christmas lights and the glow from the shops reflected on the black, rain-slicked pavements. London is shit at summer – too hot, too crowded, trying too hard – but winter evenings are another thing altogether because London can get on with being London and stop trying to be Milan or Paris.

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