It's late, and I'm sleepy, but before I forget... Last night I was coming home from a supercool club that I happened to be ROCKIN' with my SUPER DJ SKEEZ, and it involved waiting for a night bus on Oxford Street. So I braced myself for all the noise, intimidation, urination, arguments, vomit etc. one becomes accustomed to in the West End of a Saturday night.
One of the ever-present irritations is unlicensed mini-cabs constantly soliciting for fares. So I wasn't at all surprised when one pulled up next to me as I waited in vain for the N10. "Want a cab mate?" No, thanks for asking. "Discount for the gay community!"
Well!
In any case, if I had been after a taxi, what on EARTH made him think I'd get into a beige cavalier? We're talking SERIOUS clashing with my slacks, honey.
Posted by biondino at July 21, 2003 01:33 AM*blinks
*I* would like to live in a place where I got reduced fares in taxis.
Hell, I'd like to live in a place with taxis.
And you couldn't possibly be gay, Mark, til you learn what tops and bottoms are.
Posted by: GayJay on July 24, 2003 11:04 PMOne of my favorite games to play while I lived in London was "Is He Gay or Just English?". This sounds like a prime example of that pasttime. Although now I've probably offended the entire male population of England.
Posted by: Eric on July 31, 2003 06:57 AMEric. It's the public schools. Dorms. Long nights. No girls. Curious yearnings...
I'll stop before I start writing Potter slash porn.
Posted by: GayJay on August 1, 2003 02:10 AM