When I was about eight I was playing and probably losing a game of tennis to my sister on Highbury Fields. A middle aged man in the proverbial mack walked by. And then he came by a second time. Barbara cried he’s got his thing out. What? said the little chap at the other end not daring to look. And so it was we were being flashed. I remember the nice policewoman (that was before they were fattened up) coming round.
Fast forward a decade. Vivien is going up an escalator at Oxford Circus. She feels something/someone pressing against her. Its rush hour, it happens. When she gets to work she finds that that something had come all over her. Yo!
At about the same time Vivien’s sister then a very sexy young woman was the target a flasher . Good friend Billy remembers sitting with a girlfriend on the tube and the man opposite flashing his mack to expose the member for sad city. Later daughter Adelaide would be groped between the legs as she walked up the stairs at Parsons Green tube and later for a year or so received anonymous dirty phone calls.
Most women until about 1970 didn’t feel that they had real “value” from their foreign travelling experience unless there had been the odd squeeze on the buttock. For Vivien it was in Athens, others have experience similar elsewhere
OK no one ,dies but these experiences are not pleasant. But do go on. All the above came to mind when reading of the Turk Zeynal Uclay,who now lives in Hackney(home of the kebab) going down for three months for filming women’s under garments on tube escalators. Historically this is actually a Donald McGill saucy seaside joke-I have a postcard of men standing under a pier enjoying themselves looking up women’s skirts.
Back to Zeynal . One women felt him pressing up and then noticed he was filming with his phone. Another noticed him telling teenage girls to go in front so he could start filming.
Of course this is both sad and pathetic. And if its not happening to you laughable. If he is into women’s under wear why doesn’t he do what I do and pop down to his local Lido and look to his libido’s content. No it isn’t just women in their underwear that he is into. it’s the forbidden.
After all most men admit the flash of knickers in a fully clothed woman is more exciting than the sight of that same woman in a bikini at the Charlton Lido. The flash of a shapely leg coming out of a slit dress more interesting than the girl in hot pants. A lot of fashion not unreasonably emphasises what the other sex find interesting.
But for Zeynal and his pathetic pals the illusion of the forbidden, the naughty is the thrill they just must have.. It maybe no coincidence that Zeynal comes from a Muslim country where the dress code suggests that men are totally out of control unless presented with blobs. Though I am sure my man on Highbury Fields was baptised.
However anecdotally, and maybe I dont get out enough, I feel there are less dirty phone calls and fewer flashers than before. Though of course it maybe those who used to deep breath on the phone now use twitter or Instagram.
But even though sex is freely available both in the real and virtual worlds these saddos still take intimate pictures of women in hospital wards, dentist chairs,public loos and tube escalators. Maybe Freud was right we are all fucked up. After all emancipated women read Shades of Grey and men are interested in knicker lines. What a many headed beast is lust.