If only I had £1.15 million just lying about the house, I would rush to buy this one bedroom apartment and never leave. Wilde lived there with his wife and children from 1884 until he was imprisoned in 1895 (after which he moved to Paris).
I know it’s essentially quite silly to put such importance to a place, but I still think it would be amazing to live there knowing Wilde had been there a century before. Obviously all signs of him are long gone, but even so.
Unfortunately I don’t have £1.15 million just lying about (at home or in the bank account) so perhaps I shall write a poor erotic trilogy and then we’ll see.
Yeah, I went there.