London, early eighties, what a fantastic place to be. I have always loved cities, don’t really know why but give me a city to a beach any day of the week. New York, Chicago, San Francisco, Singapore and Hong Kong have always given me such a buzz but London has always held something special for me.
Staying only about forty minutes by tube from central London i tended to make a pig of the intoxicating atmosphere i always felt when i visited and i got to know the place fairly well.
On one Saturday morning i went hunting for one particular place of interest. 40 Old Compton Street, a place i would come to visit regularly and a shop i and i am sure a lot of others, will greatly miss.
Question: Can you remember the first real landmark into your secret world of kink.