I've been to polo a few times with them and instantly got outed as a straighty by some wee fanny. Best time was when a wheelchair bound **** was dancing about with a guy sitting on his lap. No idea why he was in a wheelchair, my guess is from an energetic night before.
Me and the ex-missus and a gay pal went out for a night on Canal Street in Manchester. I got asked oot 3 times, the missus got asked oot by a burd, and the actual gay bloke we were with never got a sniff. He was ****in ragin
She's off out tonight so for a treat I'm going to do myself a daring little ménage a trois, featuring a rollicking cup of Hot Cup, some nice Pot Noodles and a saucy little plate of left over fried onions I've been hiding at the back of the fridge for some time; can't wait!