'I like a really good, hard fucking session,' he says. After all, he could be someone's great-grandfather. I wonder if he's really happy being here. His shiny bald head and soft, septuagenarian eyes suddenly remind me just how old he is. Although, I still don't understand why you have to swallow. Presumably there's an intimacy in sharing what is normally so private an act with someone else. Why? Does it taste good? Is it a turn on? 'I like someone to piss in my mouth,' he says. Incongruously dressed in a checked shirt and the kind of elasticated slacks you might see advertised in the back of Gardeners' World, he looks as though he would be more at home displaying his prize-winning marrows at the local village fete. From Belfast, Fred is 71 and has lived in London for over 15 years. Trying to find someone a little more forthcoming about the joys of piss, I get chatting to Fred by the bar. Actually, I'm into much heavier stuff.'ĭoug fixes me with a dark look that suggests I really don't want to know, before shambling off in the direction of the paddling pool.
'A lad pissed up my arse earlier,' he says. I ask Doug, a rheumy-eyed, heavy-set man with a Dickensian beard, corduroy jeans and lumbering gait of a drunk art teacher, if he's enjoying the party.