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It's not like that hadn't happened before, but at least the mercurachrome isn't readily visible.
Point well taken, but I think from the expression on his fact that even he realized he wasn't agile enough for those two (both of whom, back in the day, he probably would have written off as long over the hill).I mean, everyone's entitled to be a dirty old man . . . but Chaplin was one for decades.
Pardon my ignorance, but...mercurachrome? (I know what the stuff is, but not in this context, I guess.)
When Chaplin had his summer fling with Louise Brooks during her Ziegfeld days in 1925, they were holed up in an expensive hotel with Peggy Fears - another Follies girl about whom much could be said regarding her trysts with both sexes - and Fear's paramour and eventual husband, a Wall Street honcho whose name escapes me just now. As can be imagined, it was an Olympic Gold-Medal quality marathon of booze and sex, and Louise mentioned an episode where both girls were sans clothing and Chaplin, whom she described as a bit of a hygiene freak, popped out of a door starkers with a hard-on - mercurachrome slathered on his...member, and proceeded to chase the screaming girls around the apartment. The imagined visual boggle the mind.
The imagined visual boggle the mind.As Benny Hill would put it 'It doesn't do the stomach any good either!'Oddly, I'd heard the mercurachrome story before . . . but I didn't know Lulu (or Peggy Fears, for that matter) were the, um, parties in question.Stan Laurel once said in an interview, regarding Chaplin's neatfreak-age, that back in the Fred Karno days he could go from being almost pathological about hygiene, to periods of extreme slovenliness. Dunno if this tendency outlasted his stint with the Karno outfit (maybe he chanelled it through the Tramp; who knows).
Strange how Howard Hughes and Chaplin had that clean-freaky thing going. Chaplin seemed to be able to transcend that, while Hughes descended into madness. Or maybe it was the other way 'round.
Well, HH had a couple of intervening plane crack-ups as an excuse; the last (and worst) being the 1947 crash into a Whittier golf course that sent him straight 'round the bend for keeps. After that he still had the clean-freak mania, but only nominally since he let himself and his physical surroundings deteriorate to the foulest state conceivable; all the while ranting about germs and contamination.Weirdo, y'ask me.
Wouldn't merchurachrome on your member, uh, sting a wee bit?
I wouldn't know, personally, but I suppose not, unless you had some open bite marks. That conjures up some things best left unsaid. Brrrr.
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