Tattooed and Pierced Fellows in an Upscale London Hotel Gym
Not what I expected.
7 min readJul 4, 2019
The year was 1995. My then-husband and I were on a business trip in London, staying in a spiffy, elegant hotel in Marylebone.
Make no mistake: the business was his, as always. I was the spouse, along for the ride, nothing to do but enjoy myself. Which was great — and I’ve written about this whole life…
