Sauchiehall street, lunchtime.
There’s differing levels of “being gay”. 0 (you’d never know) to 10 (camp as hell), and the guy I was walking towards was about a 7.
He was literally flouncing down the street, chatting on his mobile, in his light flouncy voice, dressed in skinny black jeans, trainers and some shirt which had floaty bits on it. I gave him a little look before my eyes were drawn to the woman behind. A short pensioner.
She may not have seen “one of them gays” before as she was walking behind him staring wide eyed at his flouncing. She was wearing a purple coat, and had a purple rinse through her hair. If you ask me, she looked more gay than him.
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If he/she was a 7, what in hell does a 10 look like?
What a great idea for a blog! What fun.
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