My blog turned seven years old last week without me even realising. The traditional gift for a seventh anniversary is wool, so… please send nana-worthy gifts my way.

Last night was spent in one of those modern horrors: pubs entirely enclosed in shopping centres (to my credit, at the behest of a hot girl I haven’t caught up with in months). This particular pub scores even more points of infamy for attempting to recreate a beer garden indoors. Please, please stop with the hurting.

Conversation of the evening would have to be notched up to a random girl I used to work with. Upon realising I was a homo, she piped up gleefully: “My best friend, Simon, is gay!” This was followed by awkwardly expectant nodding and smiling from her, while I gave her the quizzical glare of someone realising there’s now a mint sauce flavour of chips. (Which there is, horrifyingly enough).

So to cut the silence, I hesitantly asked: “Er… Simon?”

The vigorous nodding of her head would have set more than a few neurons loose. “Yeah, Simon! You must know Simon. He’s gay.”

Seriously. She thought I personally knew her best mate because he happens to enter a room through the beef curtains as well. Then again, I suppose you can’t expect much of someone who populates an intra-shopping centre hotel on a Friday night.

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