In which, in honour of Tom Daley’s ascension, I bash out a few thoughts about his presumed sexuality.
In which I tell you about my recent holigay mini-break to Brighton!
In which I discuss the Eurovision Song Contest, which almost passed me by this year as I managed not to hear about it until after it started.
A very emotive subject. Strong emotions all round. Delicate touch needed, I fancy. I should really get one of those…
Drunk young gay guys messing about on Grindr. Hilarious!