Many are having a rough go of it this year -- foreclosed upon, unemployed, tear-gassed. We recommend a hot meat pie, plum pudding if you must, followed by a stroll through a perfectly romanticized Victorian London, free of all the excrement mounds, putrefaction, and murderous orphans of the original. Romanticized, yes, but not wholly sanitized: There's enough lesion-free Victorian skin to satisfy a syphilitic rake at the Saucy French Postcard Tableaux Revue, which is the premiere risqué... More >>>