October 23, 2014
When I was living in London in the late 1970s, I was invited to go to an “adult” party at Diana Dors house. I haven’t the foggiest idea what “adult” party meant in Diana’s house, but of course, I was a very curious young man at the time. I knew of her slightly, mostly that she was the British version of Jayne Mansfield, and that she made an album called “Swinging Dors, ” which at the time, I never heard. Oddly enough, her arranger Wally Stott, also arranged the classic Scott Walker recordings of the 1960s.
While in London at that time, I went to a pub called “The Blind Begger” on Whitechappel Road. I didn’t know at the time, but the pub is a well known hangout for gangsters in the East London area. Ironically enough, it was also the original site which the Salvation Army started. I went in by myself to have a quiet pint of Brown Ale, when I was approached by a gentleman by the name of Terry Denton, who started a conversation with me. He was a bit tight (drunk) but mentioned that he was going to a party at Diana Dors house and he got a special invitation specifically from her. He was told by her that he could bring another gentleman to the house that night. Normally I would say no, but for some odd reason I was intrigued, and decided to take up his kind invitation. I mentioned that I don’t know anyone in that world, and would it be still ok if I came with him to the party. He said “no problem.” So off we went, and we found a taxi in the late night to take us to Berkshire, just outside of London.
Once we arrived, I was surprised regarding the house, not knowing what to expect once I got there. From the outside, it looked like a quaint, but decent sized home. Terry let himself in and I stood behind him. He said to follow him in, and off I went into what I think was the living room. There were approximately 30 people there, with maybe more than half, young girls. They all look like starlets of some sort, but I wasn’t clear if they were in the entertainment world, or even woman who are professionals in the party world. Terry immediately introduces me to a pair of sharp suited gentlemen, who strongly resembled each other. One was called Ron, and the other I think, his name was Reg, or something like that. I was later told by Terry that they are twin brothers. Eventually I was introduced to Diana Dors herself. She was full-figured, had a beautiful face, although at the time, she looked well-lived, if you get my drift.
She threw her arms around me, and mentioned if I needed anything that I should help myself to whatever is out there. The way she said that to me, I wasn’t sure if she was talking about drinks, or what look like drugs being passed around. Or perhaps it was the woman there! Terry took me by the arm to introduce me to a pretty brunette, whose name I can’t remember now. When I shook her hand, Terry told her that “Tosh here is an American and he’s producing a film in London.” I gave a glance towards him, but he didn’t return the “look” back to me. What I remember was her accent was really strong. I could only make out every third for the fourth word from her lipsticked mouth.
Nevertheless I was really communicating with her, and Diana came from behind, and took both of our hands, and directed us to another room in the house. Once there, I realized we were in a bedroom and there was a couple going at it like stranded dogs in a dog park. I didn’t know what was happening… well I did. But at the same time I didn’t. The couple got out of the bed, and went towards a full length mirror and he started fucking her against the mirror. Meanwhile, my heavily accented lass took me by the side of the bed, where she sat down and started to unzip my pants. She began to serve me a service, that I didn’t expect would happen three hours ago. Afterwards after we finished, I lost her in the crowd at the party, and noticed another room where I can hear a film projector going. I went in, and it was Diana, Terry, and the twin brothers watching hard core porn film. I realized that the setting of this film was the bedroom that I just left. Obviously she had a camera hooked up, and more likely filmed me at the peak of my or “our” adventure.
I found myself back in my flat, in sort of a dazed state. Terry was kind enough to organize a ride back to London with the twins. They were polite, but I felt I shouldn’t say too much in their presence. I also felt that I witnessed something that shouldn’t be repeated or reported in a public forum. So let’s leave it at that.