I returned from a two week vacation in the United Kingdom last week and being a leather/fetish columnist I expected to have at least one or two tawdry tidbits from across the pond. In fact, all the leather gear I brought with me put my bag overweight. I started my holiday off on the floor of a very crowded Pearson airport pulling various dead cow accessories out of my bag and cramming them into an Air Canada box, sealing all my dirty little disguises with tape before I could continue on my journey. Read the full story