It was a great (and late) evening chez moi, which for one night only became a Brussels Château de Roissy, complete with red lights, albeit no wall chains or prickly fur rugs.

I really enjoyed it myself, even if (or indeed because?) it was probably the most drunken book club to date. There were 7 green bottles hanging on the wall the morning, the entire contents of which accidentally fell down our necks last night. I make that just about a bottle each, on a schoolnight - we are crazy women! I just hope you're all surviving today. I staved off a hangover myself by taking a tactical nurofen before bed...

While the details of our actual book discussion do seem a little hazy to me now (!) there was a general preference for 
O over Catherine M. I know we touched on such diverse subjects as feminism, womanism, being tied up, wearing 
nylon in bed, pain as a turn-on v discomfort as a turn-off, the men's roles and characterisation being peripheral in both 
novels, anatomical confusions in O, sexual submissiveness as a liberation from responsibility, and (a key point, from 
book club virgin Silja) that The Story of O was a fantasy, possibly never intended for worldwide publication, and 
certainly never intended to be real. From there we moved on to wine, toilet roll holders, head massages, wine, 
temporal compatibility and power struggles in relationships, wine, and comparative EU-US politics and world views. 
Oh, and more wine. But disappointingly few personal revelations of a sexual nature. (-: