Jack sends a text

Last night Jerome texted me:

Do you fancy the guy on the right of the screen on A Song for Europe?

An innoccuous question really. As I'm gay, Jerome was naturally assuming that I was queening it wit' ma' fellow playas by watching the Eurovision run up.

But I wasn't. I was drinking copius amounts of beer in a straight bar with my straight friends in very straight Old Street.

Meanwhile, Jerome was at home on a Saturday night, texting his gay friend about some cute guy he just saw while watching A Song for Europe.

How the mighty have fallen.