
London, May 11: Following Soho8217;s bomb outrage I have been surprised to read about Old Compton Street, where it happened, being described as a glamorous and vibrant environment alive with colour and excitement.
Before readers in far away places rush to visit this place in the hope of discovering some kind of London equivalent of the Champs Elysees or Barcelona8217;s Ramblas, I must take steps to disillusion them. It is nothing like what the papers have been describing it as.
Old Compton Street, which I have known for many years, has always been a pretty downmarket and depressing place. But even more so today when most of the corner shops, the delis, the tobacconists and drapers selling waiters8217; uniforms have long since been replaced by shops selling dirty videos and leather underwear 8212; much of the property now being owned by the multi-millionaire porn baron Paul Raymond.
Another bit of misleading journalism is the use, now common to all the media, of the expression, the 8220;gay community8221; 8212; equating OldCompton Street with Chinatown or Brixton. But there is no such thing as a community here, if by that we mean a group of people all living together, sharing certain traditions and religious beliefs or taking part in communal activities peculiar to their own group. As the great expert Matthew Parris has pointed out, most gay sexual encounters which is what many gays go to Soho for are casual and anonymous, the participants frequently not knowing one another8217;s name. Community spirit is the last thing they want.
Gays may like the pseudo-respectability that the word 8220;community8221; conveys but there is always a danger in misrepresentation of this kind. Thus a deranged man, which the Old Compton Street bomber clearly is, might be led to conclude that some kind of well-organised threat exists when in fact there is nothing of the kind.
8212; Richard Ingram for Guardian News Service