Tea Totem in
myself were at Jim Haynes weekly soiree one
Sunday evening in Paris.
I noticed a
well-dressed oriental lady in the room who
eventually gravitated to my landlady Annie and
invited us back to hers for a nightcap.
we followed her into the night. Her place was
only two streets away from Jims in the
quiet middle class 14th district of Montparnasse.
We approached the building and almost collapsed
when we saw giant painted phalluses all over the
metal shutters covering the windows on the street.
she raised the heavy shutters and in we went.
Into what? Another world! Into a very large room
like an amphitheatre going down to a lower floor
with benches all around There in the middle was a
gigantic phallic totem pole from floor to ceiling
a bit like the ones hand carved in Canada.
Annie and I
could hardly contain ourselves as our hostess
disappeared in silence to make the tea. We
realised she was trying to recruit Anne for some
sort of sect. Not me, thank God.
We gulped our
tea and beat a hasty retreat. Outside in the
silence of the night, we howled the place down
crossing our legs in the street. I have never
laughed for so long and so loud in my life.
We never saw
the oriental Chanelesque dressed woman again and
I forgot to ask Jim who she was