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Today I went up to this stately home in Shropshire to play for a Venetian masked ball... like Eyes Wide Shut.  I was playing for the perfectly normal pre-dinner hour in the foyer, but then Tom and I were invited to join the main party.  "Oh well," I said, "we have to get back, but I wouldn't mind having a quick look, as it's all so beautifully done up."  "That's fine", said the guy in charge, "if you just like to watch." 

At this point I realised - normally I get tipped with a bottle of champagne or money or something, but being offered swinging is certainly different.

(and no, we didn't, we went back to London instead)

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[The Sanity Inspector]

Swinging, *brrr!* Reminds me of what the Presbyterian theologian Frederick Buechner once wrote: "Lust is the craving for salt of a man who is dying of thirst."