Here I am outside The Savoy
hotel in Westminster where dramatist and man-about-town Oscar Wilde sowed the
seeds of his downfall and early death. He’d probably have lived an long acclaimed
life had he not had a few depraved days in room 362. Before the antics were
broadcast in court Oscar was demand socially due to his wit and roaring literary
success. This flamboyant dandy-about-town in bespoke suits (with green
carnation in his buttonhole) was a lit firework tossed into stiff Victorian
society. However it didn't last long and decadent days in The Savoy with his
boyfriend Lord Alfred Douglas formed the background for one of the most scandalous
cases in British legal history.
Had Oscar kept his willy away from an aristocrat
he might have continued his colourful life and writing career for decades. However
his boyfriend’s dad was the Marquis Queensberry and he loathed Oscar. When the
Marquis left a warning card at the Albermarle Club with the words “For Oscar
Wilde posing Somdomite” on it Oscar had to legally defend himself and prove
this was untrue. The Marquis would have to prove it was true or face prison. A court trial at The Old Bailey ensued and
Oscar had an insurmountable mountain to climb to protect his reputation. Sexual
antics in rooms 360 and 362 at The Savoy would form a thick legal damaging file
against him - statements from over thirty reliable witnesses included The
Savoy's staff who attended the room.
Oscar ran up a £7,000 bill (about £30,000 today)
while they had young rent boys round for bumming and spine-splashing sessions. Some
- probably all - were at the younger end of their teens. In testimony a Savoy chambermaid
said she found a "common boy, rough looking, about 14 years of age"
in Oscar's bed, the sheets were covered in vaseline, pooh and semen (the hotel
issued instructions to keep the linen apart and washed it separately.) She added
that a stream of page boys delivering letters were usually kissed by Oscar who
then tipped them two shillings and sixpence for their trouble.
It’s best not to go into detail here however the
Marquis of Queensberry did, using detectives to track down a circle of male
prostitutes Oscar had used. The court case opened on 3rd April 1895 but soon collapsed.
However two days later new evidence was forwarded to the courts and Oscar was
arrested on a charge of gross indecency. The following month two further trials
ensued and Oscar was sentenced to two years imprisonment with hard labour. It
was the end of family life (he was married with children), his reputation,
creativity, social life, friendships and career. Prison broke his spirit and
health and after his release he lived for about three years, wandering around
Europe as a battered bankrupt before dying in a hotel in Paris.
I walked around The Savoy looking up at the
windows. Rooms 361 and 362 were probably on the third floor and I'd read they looked
onto Carting Lane. If this is accurate they didn't have a decent view - this
narrow lane looks onto a huge building currently occupied by Penguin books. You
can't see the river Thames unless you're near the back of the hotel. Once his
boyfriend had left Oscar moved into a suite number 314 overlooking the river
but he soon left with “a heart of lead.” I looked up at the windows round the
rear where suites cost £7,000 per night and hope someone might throw me down a
slab of Battenberg cake to have with my flask of coffee but I didn't see a
soul. I hoped to see a bound/gagged billionaire licking the windows clean by a
horse-whip-yielding a fanged dominatrix but....no...I didn't see a soul at all
those windows.