A UK survey exposed that 43% of English men keep on their sox during sex. The findings did not reveal the why, however I lived in London during the autumn of 1977. My girlfriend, Lisa, was a model. Blonde and small-framed, David Bailey liked to photograph her. I think nude. She rented a posh studio by the Chelsea football pitch. The sheet were sea cotton. The duvet filled with goose feathers. Only problem to this paradise was that the heat emitted from a small electric heater fed by a constant stream of 10 pence coins.

Otherwise it was colder than San Francisco in August.

Mark Twain swore that was cold but he should have lived through November in London.

I wore my sox to bed. I wore them having sex. Lisa wore mine too.

Things should have improved in the 30 year interim, however British traditions hang around like old Thai girlfriends. I asked a few Pattaya bar girls about the English’s perchance for sox, “Do your Brit boyfriends wear soxes when having sex?”

“Sex when have sex? Mai chao jai.” They invariably mistook ‘sox’ for sex. Explanation further confused the issue. “No, they wear condom.”

Not on their feet as least.

In America we have an expression, “Knock your sox off.” meaning to be impressed.

Its origins are attributed to the people being knocked out of their sox in pedestrian-vehicular accidents although another source could come from the early days of porno movies, when the male actors wore sox to speed up getting on their shoes if the cops raid the premises.

Feet don’t fails me now.

The only time they took off their sox was when the sex was astounding.

Sexual bliss has nothing to do with the Brits, who probably also don’t take off their soxes because it’s too much of a bother.