Gay

I headed to a local chippy tonight in search of tea. I had previously tried this chippy once and found the owner friendly and the food good (hence why it has become my new faviourate place to get chippy tea!).

I was walking towards the entrance were a tall, slim guy stood smoking. He had spider long legs and long blonde hair held back with a hair band. He was wearing light blue jeans, a camp blue vest and prada sun glasses covered his eyes.

He entered the chippy before I did and continued a conversation with the owner and his rough-looking friend. As he spoke I noticed that he had a London accent. He talked with the owner about fashion and music. His friend (the rough-looking one) asked the owner for his last name. I managed to gather that the owner had lived and had family in London. The rough-looking guy asked to borrow camp guy’s phone in order to call someone down in London to see if they knew of the chip shop owner.

I overheard camp guy saying to the chip shop owner “We are going to be followed by Living TV. It should be on in June.”.

I was smiling, happily enjoying listening to the conversation. Nice to see such a camp guy in the hetrosexual world we live in (particularly in the homophobic area I currently live in). Another of his friends came in (again rough-looking) stated that he had been ID-ed in the shop. I couldn’t help myself and became involved in the conversation saying: “You should take it as a complement, I do. I don’t get asked anymore”
To which the camp guy replied:
“Tell me about it….you get past 20 and then you never get ID-ed.”

Their food was nearly ready and mine was on it’s way. I observed that this camp guy had such confidence in his aura and charisma in his personality, almost like a celebrity. The rough-looking guy confirmed to the owner that the person on the other end of the phone knew his family.

They took their food. Camp guy looked over to the owner and said “see you later”. He made eye contact with me (or I assume he did – because I couldn’t see his eyes with his sun glasses on), touched my arm briefly and repeated the same sentance again. I replied: “Yeah, see ya.”

Once they had left (camp guy and the two rough-looking friends) I quized the owner about them. Apparently they are a band, perhaps a tribute band (not that they looked like any band I had ever seen). He said that their manager is up here and that one of the members of the band is from up here.

So there we go, what an odd experience eh?

Driving home afterwards thinking about what I had just experienced. I was impressed by his confidence and charisma (something maybe I’ve lost? But maybe will get back after I’ve moved?). His confidence to be himself in such an oppressive area and to hold his own in conversation knowledgeable and experienced on a variety of topics (or at least that’s the impression he gave).

So even though I don’t have living TV, I must check the website in June to see if it’s for real!

Write soon (probably after the up-coming move!),

Antony