A neat reminder of [almost] another era. My introduction to gay Auckland was...The Gladiator. Located in upper Queen Street, it was a labrynth of filthy floors and rooms that centred on an equally filthy hot tub. Aaaaaaargh...heaven on a stick! Whatever happened to all those old LP covers that were attached to the ceiling in the changing room? I recall one night going there, getting my rocks off, going home and then going back again! What a dirty, filthy, disgusting, wonderful pig I was. And I loved every minute of it.