As a boy who attended an all-boys secondary school I knew
Paul Raymond’s pornographic magazines quite well - Men Only, Razzle, Escort, Club. The only naked women I saw had
staples through their bellies (nothing's changed.) In the 1980's these
magazines were prized currency at school. On the cover was printed “Published
By Paul Raymond” but I didn't see it - too busy gawping at the slightly hidden
jugs of a half-stripped chauffeur lady reclining on the back seat of a Rolls
Royce Silver Shadow. Here I am outside the apartment block just near The Ritz
Hotel in London where the porn king lived in seclusion.
Though Paul
(real name Geoffrey Anthony Quinn) was the child of a prime middle-class family
and educated by Irish priests he later gained the mantle of King Of Soho or
Soho Sex King. Though he brought pornographic magazines to the high streets (and
millions of schoolboys) he preferred to be known as a publisher, club owner and
property developer. Seeing him interviewed he’s so restrained you’d mistake him
for a bank manager.
He opened the
UK's first strip club, buying large parcels of land around Soho. He then
launched Paul Raymond Publications which pumped out soft-porn magazines. One
the most popular models was Fiona Richmond (I knew her well even if only on
paper) and she became Paul's lover despite his wife and two children. His
empire grew when he invested millions into property through another company
Soho Estates. It's thought he owned 400 properties across London.
In later life he
started handing the reins of the empire to his beloved daughter Debbie but she
died of a heroin over-dose in her mid-thirties. This broke his spirit and he
became a recluse. He withdrew in his apartment of multi-millionaire splendour
and was rarely seen again. He spent most of the day in bed drinking brandy,
watching television and reading newspapers. He died in a private hospital aged
82 of prostate cancer and respiratory problems leaving an estate worth about
£650 million - £2.5 billion depending on various publications. His
granddaughters Fawn and India James inherited most of this though they'll
probably marry unsuitable men who will take mountains of money in the
divorces. A film was made of his life: The
Look Of Love. Steve Coogan plays
the publisher pretty accurately. A decent biography called Members Only
sates the appetite of geeks like me.
While in London
I strolled up to The Ritz hotel and then down to Arlington House where Paul
lived. It's a quiet street which is rare what with the city's constant tinnitus
of traffic. No 64 was a private push-button kingdom. The roof slid aside to
reveal bare sky. None of this would bring Debbie back.
There’s isn’t
a plaque on the wall (don't English Heritage honour pornographers?) but he was
an exemplary businessman and gave enjoyment to millions of boys (and millions
in tax to the Inland Revenue.) His magazines had a policy of nudity than
crudity so perhaps the Christian brothers who schooled him instilled in him
some codes of conduct.
Occupiers of
Arlington House probably buy apartment for the low noise levels (dead-end
street), access to Green Park and views of the jagged London skyline. Cheap
apartments - £2.5 million. The dearer ones - £7 million. Paul owned about 87
acres of Soho so it was a surprise to find he hadn't lived there. There's no grave
to visit and pay thanks for all those wonderful porn magazines as he left a
wish to be cremated (was probably burned at Golders Green Crematorium as his
daughter was.) There was a Catholic service at Wandsworth Cemetery.
While in
London in 2019 I passed Paul's famous Raymond's Revuebar in Soho (a striptease
club). For many years it was the only place in Britain to offer full-frontal, on-stage nudity. I took a few photos as I
knew that one day it'd transmute into something else (nowadays it's a
nightclub.)
Paul spent some of his childhood two
hundred miles north of London in Glossop in Derbyshire. It's close to home so I
went to have a look (it's now a vets practice.) I wondered which was his
bedroom and if - while living in this green High Peak village - he had any idea
of his adult destination. I did a salute and left.
You can see The
Ritz Hotel where the Union Jack is.
The door of
number 64 where Paul lived…
The roof that
slid open at the press of a button…
The view of
London from number 64…
The front of the
building...
...and the
rear...
Paul
granddaughters...