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On the Casting Couch

Oh, whoa whoa whoa!
The ho ho ho,
Of last Xmas

The bitter snow,
The frost,
All that money lost
In market compost!
I dream of a farm,
Somewhere warm,
With olive groves,
And tomato bread
with garlic cloves.

A hacienda tickled in sea breeze,
The afternoon under shaded trees.

I walk through terraces of vines,
Ancient earth tilled
under clear blue skies
By the fingers of sleeping Gods,
And dancing Señoritas.

Instead.
Back in the real world to dread…
Fickle politicians
And plebs.

Imperfections.
And infections.
A cough like an ape,
and work too late.

Gentlemen!
Fight back
Against the inevitable heart attack!
Less port and oyster,
Slow gin and bitter.

Shoot and fish,
Climb the Hindu Kish
And ride across Spain;
Ignore the rain.

Pass me my pick, George.
There are mountains to climb –
Not for us to whine.

They smile and walk on
towards the mist.

– Unknown Sherpa




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On the Casting Couch – Margo Stilley


What do you find most sexy in men?

I like strong, smart, capable men with quiet confidence who aren’t afraid to dance. I’m a fan of the alpha-male, so having an intimate knowledge of Dostoevsky yet still capable of dealing a slap across my face (only if I deserve it, of course) and then picking me up, making love to me and taking me shopping doesn’t hurt.

What’s the naughtiest thing you have ever done?

I took a lover in New York, but unfortunately, the first night we were together he made an anti-semetic comment. In the morning I left before he woke up. I took his watch and wallet as penance and dropped them off at the synagogue around the corner. I never spoke to him again.

If you were being cast in a love scene who would your ideal on screen partner be?

Julius Caesar for sure.

How do British men compare to Americans?

Men are men though American men won’t say they that they’re your boyfriend until they’ve been dating you for at least 8 months and get scared you’re going to sleep with someone else. British boys are easier to lasso.

Did you have a childhood sweetheart?

Yes! His name is Anthony Fredenburg. He’s the smartest, most badly behaved boy I’ve ever met. I’m still so desperately in love with him I sometimes can’t speak when I see him.

Perfect weekend?

I’ve had a few and none of them are the same, but they always involve travelling, a man and copius amounts of alcohol.




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