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.
Put On Your Big Boy Shorts
21 hours ago