I mentioned once before that my gaydar is practically useless. It's happened again. there I was, walking along with GF, and she suddenly says, "That guy was really looking at you. He fancied you."
Me: "What guy? Where?"
GF: "The one who just walked past us."
Me: "Eh? What guy walked . . .'
Honestly, if I was an airbus, I'd crash.
I've not been a well boy the last few weeks; and I'm very, very weary now.
I need to concentrate what energy (and time) I'm going to have left—rather less of both than I thought until earlier this year—on doing things that are really important rather than messing about with blogs.
Now don't panic if you think you might have slept with me: that's because it's the way my little physical disability is panning out, not because of AIDs or anything.
But there won't be any new posts because of that. Sorry.
