John Baker’s Blog

Gerd is front of house. A taught and wired transvestite with an acrobatic mouth, there is something Scandinavian about her but you couldn’t say what. She is wearing a pinstripe suit with tiny two-tone black and white patent shoes. Swiss cotton shirt with a slim tie knotted Windsor style.
Henri has cooked a goose and we [...]

The night before leaving for Stockholm we eat smoked prawns and sour-dough bread with a chilled Sicilian Chardonnay (don’t knock it). Later, under a moon carved from ancient ivory, we slip from a 90 degree sauna into an ebony sea, and back again into the heat, our bodies bristling with excitement.
Katarina met us at the [...]

Good question. I’m in the beautiful city of Oslo in Norway for a short stay. For the past few weeks we’ve been nestled in a wooden cabin on the lip of a tiny fjord, for the most part in brilliant sunshine. Friends have come and gone in a continuous succession. But now we’re on the [...]

I’m going away for a few weeks, mainly in and around Scandinavia, and won’t have ready access to a computer. Under normal circumstances this blog would have gone dark for that time, but I have a state-of-the-art mobile which I can use for blogging, though only (with my limited knowledge of technology) in a rudimentary [...]