”All libraries are, of course, petri dishes of simmering lust, but the BL is extreme: its walls contain more erotic pressure than an oil rig, a North Sea fishing trawler and several series of Mad Men combined.”“The whole building sighs with hothouse groans, which swell and fade to muffle other sounds.”“When everyone is sitting around in silence, you can project what you like on to them and everyone remains a sexual possibility.”This is surely not the Queen’s library! Yet…“In 2006 a gay website exposed the British Library as a cottaging ground and the regular BL readers who I’ve discussed it...
