Rory's Boys by Alan Clark

Rory's Boys

Alan Clark

This explicit novel of the London Gay scene, filled with wildly eccentric characters, is a raucous and unapologetic celebration of growing old disgracefully and outrageously. If you're up for the ride - it's a jolly romp - but shot through with pathos and moments to savour.

Extract
An emaciated, daddy-long-legs of a man was snoozing over by the door; his chair at a distance from the others, bony fingers clawing at his chest as if sleep brought him no peace.
'But I'm lucky,' Vic went on. 'I'm only here on remand till proved well enough to leave. Most of these folk are sentenced to life, to use a very inappropriate noun.'
Despit his leg, Vic insisted on walking me out to the Merc. As we passed the daddy-long-legs, a hand shot out and grabbed my arm. 'I was fucked by The Master.' The voice was wheezy, androgynous, but the eyes begged me to believe him. 'I was fucked by The Master.'
'Which school were you at then, Sir?' I grinned.
'Hush now Dickie', said Vic gently. 'He means Noel Coward. Dickie was a chorus-boy in his day.'
'Well I can see that', I said. 'You've still got the legs for it, Sir.'
Parallels
  • Tales of the City by Armistead Maupin
  • Shameless by Paul Burston
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Explicit sexual content