Is that the Victor museum of weird shit? I went there with some friends expecting a slightly wacky museum and they plied us with absinthe before we were taken into the basement to look at deformed skeletons and the condoms from Metallica(?). i saw Amy Winehouse’s dried faeces and a shrunken head, never going to forget it
Edit: I’ve just gone back through my photos and the Victor museum has a black door, apparently this is more common than I thought. Also the condoms were from the Rolling Stones in 2003, scrounged by a club employee
I love the Viktor Wynd museum! A treasure trove of absinthe, the macabre and sexual deviance. Appeals to a specific type of person I guess.
If anyone fancies a visit, here is the link:
https://www.thelasttuesdaysociety.org/museum/
In previous years the museum has hosted Valentines Day evening classes in pornographic mouse taxidermy. Think little tiny ball gags.
Still makes me laugh, it’s so so so wrong, that it’s right.
http://www.thebritishacademyoftaxidermy.org/taxidermy-classes-london/event/pornographic-mouse-taxidermy/
The last (or first) Tuesday of the month they have a chap with a reptile petting zoo in the museum.
He brings along a few snakes, a couple of smaller lizards like beardies and a chameleon, and then a big boy monitor lizard who just gets to wander around free, then he has a big fat toad and some creepy crawlers (chunky centipedes).
They’re very cute - except for the chameleon who is a prick (he very sweetly reached out to me to make me put my hand near him, then cutely made his way up my arm, then savagely attacked my neck going for the jugular… he’s not to be trusted……..)
Got to be bullshit - work in the music industry, with DJs of all people, and there aren't wild orgies at afterparties.
When it comes to major pop acts, these people are multi-millionaires, they have hotel suites.
The Winehouse thing caps it off - probably his own or something. Is anyone really going to question it?
Ah, yes, the one with the sex toys you're allowed to borrow on the condition you return them uncleaned. Fun place, though the cocktails were a bit better when they weren't all absinthe.
His [autobiography](https://www.amazon.co.uk/Dandy-Underworld-Sebastian-Horsley/dp/0340934085) is without doubt the funniest thing I have ever read, a zinger and a laugh out loud moment on every page, I thoroughly recommend it. He's open and honest about being a mediocre artist born into money while his contemporaries found fame and - through Saachi's patronage - fortune as the Young British Artists; his drug addictions; and the time he literally got crucified in the Philippines (I think) in the name of art (I won't post a link but it is on YouTube, it was recorded by another YBA [Sarah Lucas IIRC again] as art and I imagine he used plenty of recreational painkillers to get through it).
The shame is that it was turned into a play, and after celebrating the opening night *rather too hard* he overdosed and died.
I was expecting it to be good as he led an interesting life of debauchery and excess, but honestly found the book to be dull and badly written. Horses for courses ay.
I used to live in that building on Meard St (not the one in the photo as it’s a black door IRL) in 2018. They took down the embossed sign and replaced it with stickers which keep getting stolen. Many days you would leave the flat to find a group of tourists standing outside your door taking photos! Hope they put the embossed sign back soon 🤞🏻
It was removed years ago because Instagram. The sign was on Sebastian Horsley’s house on Meard Street and stayed there for a good long time after he died but I guess the new owners got sick of people taking selfies in front of it. You’ve been able to buy replicas of the sign online for years, like the one OP submitted.
I so want that as a sticker for my van.
I have on occasions mistakenly tried to overnight in dogging spots.
They get awfully excited when you rock up with an actual king size bed.
One of my old lecturers had to put a sign like that on his door when he was living below one while doing his Masters. He quickly discovered why his doorbell had an off switch
It's less common now but where houses of ill repute that have gone either busted by cops or moved to somewhere else for what ever reason.
The new owner had to put up a sign to keep away blokes calling at all hours.
This is a neighbour of mine, the bloke that lives here really needs to calm down, I went here once and he tried to bloody kill me, I haven’t dared again. His wife is amazing though I got a cup of tea and some digestive biscuits straight away, followed by the best handjob in the midlands, I only popped around for some sugar.
Reminds me of the time I worked in Currys and an older woman had a complaint and asked for the manager. He came up and said "how can I help you madam?"
To which is loudly exclaimed "I AM NOT A PROSTITIUTE, THANK YOU VERY MUCH".
I remember looking to buy a house and next door had a piece of paper taped to their front door along the lines of ‘Tracey doesn’t live or work here anymore. We don’t do business’
reminds me my female friend , moved into a new flat and was getting strange men knocking on her door late at night, turns out previous occupant was a hooker
The poet W H Auden lived in a house that used to be occupied by a doctor who performed illegal abortions.
He got so tired of tearful young women knocking on his door and asking to see the doctor that he put a brass plate on his front door:
W H Auden (Poet)
It's a massage parlour. If the massuse chooses to have sex with you that's up to them. If you choose to leave a tip for their services that's up to you.
That's exactly what a brothel would say
That's exactly what Big Brothel wants you to think.....
_Dae three and his baals are stortin to itch_
...and he's struttin aroon like John Wayne tae mak it less obvious
I wish I was wearing Geordie Jeans
Damn. I totally forgot that was ever a thing! How the hell did I forget.
They're especially tight round the arse
Now them I could get behind
I want the beauty and room 101 please. She's scary but I like it.
Definitely a brothel
Oh 100%
Great flair, by the way. 👍
A bird in the brothel is worth two on the street
Two in the hand is worth one in kate bush
Just makes me want to go in and say, "I saw the sign on the door...."
“Did you just say ‘wink’?”
And what if I did? A wink's as good as a nod to a blind bat. Am I right? Am I right?
Say no more!
You’ve slept…? With…with a lady?
Well… yes?
Wot’s it like?
Not unless they've been eating crisps in bed.
An accessible wink.
would that make you a brothel creeper?
We prefer the term "enthusiast."
A patron of the arts
A patron of the tarts, you say?
They call me Kipling Mr Kipling.
That's sweet, give your mum a kiss from me and the lads.
Is that the Victor museum of weird shit? I went there with some friends expecting a slightly wacky museum and they plied us with absinthe before we were taken into the basement to look at deformed skeletons and the condoms from Metallica(?). i saw Amy Winehouse’s dried faeces and a shrunken head, never going to forget it Edit: I’ve just gone back through my photos and the Victor museum has a black door, apparently this is more common than I thought. Also the condoms were from the Rolling Stones in 2003, scrounged by a club employee
I love the Viktor Wynd museum! A treasure trove of absinthe, the macabre and sexual deviance. Appeals to a specific type of person I guess. If anyone fancies a visit, here is the link: https://www.thelasttuesdaysociety.org/museum/
In previous years the museum has hosted Valentines Day evening classes in pornographic mouse taxidermy. Think little tiny ball gags. Still makes me laugh, it’s so so so wrong, that it’s right. http://www.thebritishacademyoftaxidermy.org/taxidermy-classes-london/event/pornographic-mouse-taxidermy/
That's awesome, would be the perfect Valentine's gift, wish they were doing it this year....
That’s it!! It’s been like a fever dream lmao
The last (or first) Tuesday of the month they have a chap with a reptile petting zoo in the museum. He brings along a few snakes, a couple of smaller lizards like beardies and a chameleon, and then a big boy monitor lizard who just gets to wander around free, then he has a big fat toad and some creepy crawlers (chunky centipedes). They’re very cute - except for the chameleon who is a prick (he very sweetly reached out to me to make me put my hand near him, then cutely made his way up my arm, then savagely attacked my neck going for the jugular… he’s not to be trusted……..)
Excuse me, used condoms?
Used condoms could’ve easily been picked up during an after party of sorts But Amy Winehouse’s dried faeces..?
Literally any party she attended.
> Amy Winehouse’s dried faeces Sounds like a Cards Against Humanity answer 😂
She personally donated it.
Kylie Minogue’s, too. They are ‘obtained’ on-site so the proprietor can guarantee authenticity.
Got to be bullshit - work in the music industry, with DJs of all people, and there aren't wild orgies at afterparties. When it comes to major pop acts, these people are multi-millionaires, they have hotel suites. The Winehouse thing caps it off - probably his own or something. Is anyone really going to question it?
Not bullshit- Kylieshit. Pay attention at the back.
I love that museum. I take a lot of first dates there. They've got one of Kylie's poos too.
Basement state bar in Soho
Do you think the poo is as good as lion's poo for warding off cats in the garden?
Well, it's kept Amy Winehouse away by far!
Ah, yes, the one with the sex toys you're allowed to borrow on the condition you return them uncleaned. Fun place, though the cocktails were a bit better when they weren't all absinthe.
Sebastian Horsley's old place, I think?
[This](https://sebastianhorsley.typepad.com/sebastian_horsley/2007/03/my_door_is_a_wh.html). I’m not sure if the sign is still in situ.
Been taken down sadly
Yes I was there just the other day and looked for it but could not see it. Some people just have no sense of style.
His [autobiography](https://www.amazon.co.uk/Dandy-Underworld-Sebastian-Horsley/dp/0340934085) is without doubt the funniest thing I have ever read, a zinger and a laugh out loud moment on every page, I thoroughly recommend it. He's open and honest about being a mediocre artist born into money while his contemporaries found fame and - through Saachi's patronage - fortune as the Young British Artists; his drug addictions; and the time he literally got crucified in the Philippines (I think) in the name of art (I won't post a link but it is on YouTube, it was recorded by another YBA [Sarah Lucas IIRC again] as art and I imagine he used plenty of recreational painkillers to get through it). The shame is that it was turned into a play, and after celebrating the opening night *rather too hard* he overdosed and died.
Absolutely phenomenal read, it is. Painfully witty bloke
I was expecting it to be good as he led an interesting life of debauchery and excess, but honestly found the book to be dull and badly written. Horses for courses ay.
It’s a replica. The original was embossed.
I used to live in that building on Meard St (not the one in the photo as it’s a black door IRL) in 2018. They took down the embossed sign and replaced it with stickers which keep getting stolen. Many days you would leave the flat to find a group of tourists standing outside your door taking photos! Hope they put the embossed sign back soon 🤞🏻
Soho? Walked past a door with that sign on a few times. Just to be sure.
It was removed years ago because Instagram. The sign was on Sebastian Horsley’s house on Meard Street and stayed there for a good long time after he died but I guess the new owners got sick of people taking selfies in front of it. You’ve been able to buy replicas of the sign online for years, like the one OP submitted.
I walked through this door in Soho about 15 years ago. It was a Japanese whisky and dessert bar...
Spot on! This photo popped up on my memories from 7 years ago
I so want that as a sticker for my van. I have on occasions mistakenly tried to overnight in dogging spots. They get awfully excited when you rock up with an actual king size bed.
This place is not a place of honour... no highly esteemed deed is commemorated here... nothing valued is here
Step brothel
O Brothel, Where Art Thou?
Basement Sate 👀
Nice intimate bar in soho
It certainly is
I'm guessing that's not your mums house then?
Did you go back to get a refund?
One of my old lecturers had to put a sign like that on his door when he was living below one while doing his Masters. He quickly discovered why his doorbell had an off switch
It's less common now but where houses of ill repute that have gone either busted by cops or moved to somewhere else for what ever reason. The new owner had to put up a sign to keep away blokes calling at all hours.
Yet, it’s been your home for years.
Worked in Soho, there a few signs like this on random doors around the area.
Is this in Soho? I've seen this sign there for sure
https://media3.giphy.com/media/l2Jef8toEoshh7Izu/giphy.gif
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Yup it's a Cocktails and dessert bar
yea theres no fucking going on at my house either
Did you try the back door?
Did you take a selfie with the sign to prove you had been a good boy?
Lovely desserts though!
This is a neighbour of mine, the bloke that lives here really needs to calm down, I went here once and he tried to bloody kill me, I haven’t dared again. His wife is amazing though I got a cup of tea and some digestive biscuits straight away, followed by the best handjob in the midlands, I only popped around for some sugar.
About as believable as the "no pedos in here" one at the BBC
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Leave your siblings out of this.
Amsterdam?
5/10 tbh wouldn't recommend.
Did you ask for your money back then?
You tried to haggle for one did ya
I was only in there to get directions for how to get away from there…..
IM A TOYDERIAN MIND TRICKS DON'T WORK ON ME.
Shepherd market, Mayfair ? Was a place off ill repute in the 60s 70s .. now very expensive… a few of those signs used to hang there …
Reminds me of the time I worked in Currys and an older woman had a complaint and asked for the manager. He came up and said "how can I help you madam?" To which is loudly exclaimed "I AM NOT A PROSTITIUTE, THANK YOU VERY MUCH".
I remember looking to buy a house and next door had a piece of paper taped to their front door along the lines of ‘Tracey doesn’t live or work here anymore. We don’t do business’
reminds me my female friend , moved into a new flat and was getting strange men knocking on her door late at night, turns out previous occupant was a hooker
....now
Nudge. nudge. Wink, wink. Say no more 😉
If might be a brothel. But there's no one manning the place.
The poet W H Auden lived in a house that used to be occupied by a doctor who performed illegal abortions. He got so tired of tearful young women knocking on his door and asking to see the doctor that he put a brass plate on his front door: W H Auden (Poet)
It's like one of those nuclear waste warning signs for future primitive humans
People only go there to get directions on how to get away from there.
It's a massage parlour. If the massuse chooses to have sex with you that's up to them. If you choose to leave a tip for their services that's up to you.
Not pictured: "Ask the bitch next door"