Scared straight.......

I sincerely apologise to the young gay man, flanked by fag hags, walking along the promenade today. However in my defence, jet lagged and just back from my run, walking alongside colin(my partner) and having a serious conversation about a good friend of ours....isn't really the time to try and engage me. So playful, flirting banter as it might be, to mimic repeat a comment of "oh yes really" with your limp sibilant lisp, accent and demeanour didn't get the response you were hoping. In fact the subsequent acerbic flood of A level induced fowl french, surprised me too. The vitriolic comments would not have made my mother proud, but my father would definitely be pleased. I, not only conjugated well, but utilised as many adjectives for the young man, whilst explaining with many verbs, of what he should do to himself, plus lots of adverbs, of how it was possible. I wish my A level teacher could have seen me, as long as she wasn't carrying her red felt pen to change anything, I'd be pleased.

In my defence I had endured, four nights out of bed in seven days, that doesn't make for polite introductions or small talk. Maybe it was the intrusion into deep conversation, or the little regard for the gravity of what we discussed, anyway, I think it's lesson learnt. I promise next time 'I'll walk on by'........although, I don't think Sybil really meant that when she sang about it....I'm sure she would have given him a slam. Sybil didn't suffer fools, well in my head anyway.

Let's face it, my silent prayers of 'God give the strength to have more patience' may not be answered.....Segway to heaven and he's up there thinking 'I can't do anything for the Middle East, world poverty or global warming but hell, I'd better help Simon be more patient' is highly unlikely. So I'll try my best and hope there isn't a next time.





M