I was out with some middle aged women friends of mine the other evening, listening to stories from lives I cannot contemplate.
Hearing all about the Moulin Rouge themed hen night, the cab driver's reaction to having such a break from the norm, or was this the norm for a Saturday night?
They were fifteen women and one man, a gay man, good-looking ("why are they always so good-looking? It's such a waste").
"Was he camp?" I said, winding her up.
"Oh no, he was well-built, all-man. You would never tell from looking at him."
And that is how things are nowadays, you can't tell from looking at people.
Layering up
16 hours ago
Not like the good old days eh
ReplyDeleteGod, no. You could tell then.
ReplyDeleteI was talking to my friend Melissa the other night who is going on a hen weekend to Ibiza. They're all getting dressed up as schoolgirls.
ReplyDeleteSome women's ideas of fun are an inner circle hell to me.
I prefer to be the only woman in a room full of gay men.
ReplyDeleteLooby - I don't think there's much to choose between hen nights and stag nights.
ReplyDeleteMJ - I would think the conversation would be more interesting.
'the english hated me for being effeminate, and, in a country where women are to some extent still despised, this attitude has not altered'
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