And as the days hurtle on towards Autumn, my thoughts turn towards Whitechapel, Spitalfields, the Ten Bells, Jack the Ripper, dark London streets and fog swathed gaslights. It’s been this way since I was a melodramatic gothic teenager, caught up in the Jack the Ripper centenary of 1988 and has lingered ever since. Maybe this year I will even get cracking on that book about Mary Jane Kelly that I’ve been researching on and off for ages!
This can mean only one thing – time for another Gin and Whores party! An evening of corsetry, gin imbibing, flirtation, scandal and iniquity. We’ve held two so far and they were great successes, with loads of beautifully dressed sorts turning up to have lots of fun, eat cake and engage in gin fuelled debauchery.
This year, the Gin and Whores party will be hosted by myself and that louche fan of bohemian Victorian decadence Professor Simon Trafford and will be held sometime in the Autumn in an as yet to be decided venue in London – maybe even the Ten Bells itself!