"...I'm laughing at my own destruction."

These are the blogs of popular diarist George Rostov, the leading faggoty fop of... More > London's literary scene. Collected for the first time in one volume after discovering that he could publish them and make a mint, these journals attracted a sizeable online following, and could be found splattered all over the web, invariably nestling between John Prescott fan-sites and rather naughty pixellated pictures of someone's breasts.

Composed during a five year period, this book chronicles Rostov's vulagr life, whilst busy being a)a rentboy suffering from a dose of VD; b) a schizophrenic dribbling in some doctor's surgery and frightening the receptionist or c) trying desperatly to get off the drugs and finally find a man who wasn't some married, panty-wearing bisexual nutter.

It's debauched, disgusting, decadent.
It's harrowing, horrific, hateful.
It's rather alliterative, and it's George Rostov's fleeting life, preserved in prose. < Less

DO NOT DISTURB: PILLOW BITING IN PROGRESS

George Rostov's voyeuristic autobiography covers his heady days as a male... More > prostitute whoring it on the streets of London, with a dash of Burroughs, a hint of Baudelaire, and a huge dollop of K.Y. Jelly.
This surreal journey into the demi-monde of cruising grounds, sex cinemas and demon orgies in Highgate Cemetary comes free with a dose of clap for the first ten readers. After you've read this, you'll never go into a public toilet alone.

"RENTBOY: Felching, Faggotry And Fisting In A Handy Pocket-Sized Volume!'
- Aleister Crawley, 2006 < Less

Esteemed poet and poof of the Medway Literary Scene, 'Porno Mags and Desperate Dads' is a collection of Rostov's... More > gutter-based poetry.

Let the bedsit-bound poet take you on a coked-up tour of the cruising grounds and gay saunas of London and Kent, a bottle of vodka in one hand and a Menthol Superking in the other; he can't guarantee to get you home in one piece, but you're in for one hell of a whizz-wired ride. < Less

"...I'm laughing at my own destruction." These are the blogs of popular diarist George Rostov, the leading faggoty fop of... More > London's literary scene. Collected for the first time in one volume after discovering that he could publish them and make a mint, these journals attracted a sizeable online following, and could be found splattered all over the web, invariably nestling between John Prescott fan-sites and rather naughty pixellated pictures of someone's breasts. Composed during a five year period, this book chronicles Rostov's vulagr life, whilst busy being a)a rentboy suffering from a dose of VD; b) a schizophrenic dribbling in some doctor's surgery and frightening the receptionist or c) trying desperatly to get off the drugs and finally find a man who wasn't some married, panty-wearing bisexual nutter. It's debauched, disgusting, decadent. It's harrowing, horrific, hateful. It's rather alliterative, and it's George Rostov's fleeting life, preserved in prose. < Less

Esteemed poet and poof of the Medway Literary Scene, 'Porno Mags and Desperate Dads' is a collection of Rostov's... More > gutter-based poetry.

Let the bedsit-bound poet take you on a coked-up tour of the cruising grounds and gay saunas of London and Kent, a bottle of vodka in one hand and a Menthol Superking in the other; he can't guarantee to get you home in one piece, but you're in for one hell of a whizz-wired ride. < Less

"...I'm laughing at my own destruction."

These are the blogs of popular diarist George Rostov, the leading faggoty fop of... More > London's literary scene. Collected for the first time in one volume after discovering that he could publish them and make a mint, these journals attracted a sizeable online following, and could be found splattered all over the web, invariably nestling between John Prescott fan-sites and rather naughty pixellated pictures of someone's breasts.

Composed during a five year period, this book chronicles Rostov's vulagr life, whilst busy being a)a rentboy suffering from a dose of VD; b) a schizophrenic dribbling in some doctor's surgery and frightening the receptionist or c) trying desperatly to get off the drugs and finally find a man who wasn't some married, panty-wearing bisexual nutter.

It's debauched, disgusting, decadent.
It's harrowing, horrific, hateful.
It's rather alliterative, and it's George Rostov's fleeting life, preserved in prose. < Less

DO NOT DISTURB: PILLOW BITING IN PROGRESS

George Rostov's voyeuristic autobiography covers his heady days as a male... More > prostitute whoring it on the streets of London, with a dash of Burroughs, a hint of Baudelaire, and a huge dollop of K.Y. Jelly.
This surreal journey into the demi-monde of cruising grounds, sex cinemas and demon orgies in Highgate Cemetary comes free with a dose of clap for the first ten readers. After you've read this, you'll never go into a public toilet alone.

"RENTBOY: Felching, Faggotry And Fisting In A Handy Pocket-Sized Volume!'
- Aleister Crawley, 2006 < Less