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.
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4 days 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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