It seems it is well known that I live at this address.
I logged onto Loser Central this morning - The internet. Here’s a flavour.
Why are there no prostitutes at Number 7 Meard Street?
I went out for an Indian meal at the Palms of Goa last night (very nice). One of the dinky Georgian houses opposite had a wonderful plaque on the door. It was black with white lettering
“This is not a brothel. There are no prostitutes at this address.”
Anyone else spotted it?
“I’ve spotted it. Quite ruined my evening that did. I would imagine that one of the houses on either side is a brothel and they got bored with punters ringing the wrong bell.”
“Best question for days.”
“A while back they gave away stickers of the sign with Creative Review (I think). I’ve still yet to find the most apposite place to affix it. Maybe to the door of a real brothel.”
“I love that plaque. I think the house belongs to an artist (Sebastian something??) who has put it there for the purposes of being arty, sadly, rather than it being a genuine ‘stop ringing my bell and asking for Sandra’ type thing, but it’s still quite amusing”
“Not Sebastian Horsley vomits?”
“That’s the fella. Funny name, innit?”
“I saw this a couple of weeks ago, and its kept me laughing since. If you look further down the street some one else has put one up too…
‘Why are there no prostitutes at Number 7 Meard Street?’ is an almost perfectly-phrased question”
“Please note this is NOT 10 Downing Street”
“If this twat was genuinely counter culture he’d turn his house into real brothel.”
“He’s just trying to draw attention to himself. Given that he is the author of this rather nauseating piece about prostitution:
“Sebastian Horsley - the man who’s slept with more than 1000 prostitutes.”
that wouldn’t surprise me in the slightest. Everything I have read about him suggests he is one of those deeply unlikeable people.”
“Indeed. It’s quite worrying how well I know Soho from years of drinking at all hours. Once Horsley did his crucifixion gig I knew I have to go one better and there was no other way to trump him other than a Jack the Ripper re-enactment, relocationed to a suitable similar location: a brothel full of Filipinos.”
And lastly one obviously from an old client of mine :
“It USED to be a brothel. Brothels all over Soho have now become residential apts and along with the sky-high rent you get “visitors” at all hours of the day or night ringing your buzzer to get laid. 7 Meard got tired of the constant buzzing and put up the sign to discourage the johns.”