coming out of the wardrobe (with apologies to cs lewis)

my final word on the subject

on remembering that cs lewis based the woodlands of narnia on hampstead, i couldn't get the image out of my head...

mr tumnus leaning back under the lamp-post with his umbrella hooked over his arm in a slightly effeminate way, cruising for young faun ass

my primary school teacher would turn in his grave (assuming he's actually dead yet)