I hate you all. I hate London. I hate books. I hate critics. I hate this magazine, I hate this column and I hate all the goons who appear in it. But if you have large breasts, are younger than 30 and don’t want to talk about the novel you’re ‘writing’ I’ll put that aside for approximately two hours one Saturday afternoon in January. Man, 33. Box no. 7810.
–David Rose: Sexually I’m More of a Switzerland—