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		<title>By: Lloyd</title>
		<link>http://www.tangodiva.com/blog/2005/11/17/london-stories/#comment-22275</link>
		<dc:creator>Lloyd</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 18 Jun 2007 09:22:55 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I went to London in 1983 and spent some fantastic time in George's flat with my then boyfriend (I was 20).  I was woken one morning by the noise of Jerry Hall chatting loudly with George in the bay windows of his kitchen - one of may wild and fantastic experiences in the flat.  As a wide-eyed Aussie boy the time was incredible and I have never forgotten George's hospitality (and big black bath).

I went back to London in 1998 and took a stroll down the Lane and looked into George's apartment hoping I might see him - he was away - but to my surprise by boyfriend was there!

George is still large in my mind and magic seems to happen around him!

Cheers,  Lloyd</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I went to London in 1983 and spent some fantastic time in George&#8217;s flat with my then boyfriend (I was 20).  I was woken one morning by the noise of Jerry Hall chatting loudly with George in the bay windows of his kitchen - one of may wild and fantastic experiences in the flat.  As a wide-eyed Aussie boy the time was incredible and I have never forgotten George&#8217;s hospitality (and big black bath).</p>
<p>I went back to London in 1998 and took a stroll down the Lane and looked into George&#8217;s apartment hoping I might see him - he was away - but to my surprise by boyfriend was there!</p>
<p>George is still large in my mind and magic seems to happen around him!</p>
<p>Cheers,  Lloyd</p>
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		<title>By: Zed Mizrahi</title>
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		<dc:creator>Zed Mizrahi</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sat, 18 Feb 2006 14:35:31 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>It's a delicious flat isn't it? Does Maria Callas still preside over the loo? George is the most provocatively unabashed man in London, and equally notorious in other cities such as Paris and Melbourne. I am surprised to hear that he is still alive, not because of his age - such men are timeless - but because of the line he walks so daringly at most times.
 I was also lured into the spider's web from Kensington passage and was regaled over beef wellington with exotic tales that turned out to be the book that he was about to publish. ' Thou Shall Not Uncover Thy Mother's Nakedness'. It was some years ago now but I have a signed copy that I bought several weeks after meeting him and which he inscribed with ' Thankyou all for making me richer!'. He is a classic London landmark; may he live forever.

PS. Your photo catches him so well. A cross between Picasso, Somerset Maugham, and a lizard - any will will do, just chose!

Cheers, Zed.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>It&#8217;s a delicious flat isn&#8217;t it? Does Maria Callas still preside over the loo? George is the most provocatively unabashed man in London, and equally notorious in other cities such as Paris and Melbourne. I am surprised to hear that he is still alive, not because of his age - such men are timeless - but because of the line he walks so daringly at most times.<br />
 I was also lured into the spider&#8217;s web from Kensington passage and was regaled over beef wellington with exotic tales that turned out to be the book that he was about to publish. &#8216; Thou Shall Not Uncover Thy Mother&#8217;s Nakedness&#8217;. It was some years ago now but I have a signed copy that I bought several weeks after meeting him and which he inscribed with &#8216; Thankyou all for making me richer!&#8217;. He is a classic London landmark; may he live forever.</p>
<p>PS. Your photo catches him so well. A cross between Picasso, Somerset Maugham, and a lizard - any will will do, just chose!</p>
<p>Cheers, Zed.</p>
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