A can of worms

It’s hard to know what’s more depressing about the Heinz ad gay kiss fracas: the fact that people actually felt strongly enough to complain, or the fact that the ad was taken off the air by Heinz. We’re talking about the least sexy man-on-man kiss in the history of television. Anyone who found this offensive is an obvious lunatic.

But, digging deeper, there’s a curried bean in this somewhere that burns my ass.

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Flexi-time

That was a nice message. I could reply to it right away. So, I’ll reply … mm … later. First, I’ll have a cup of tea and read that article that caught my eye on my RSS feed.

While I wait for the kettle to boil, perhaps I could put some washing in the machine. No, by the time I’ve sorted out my colours, the water won’t be BOILING hot anymore and I’ll have to boil it all over again. Forget that. I could … I need a pee, I’ll pee.

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Her name was Tallulah, she lived till she died

As we poured ourselves into the thinning streets of a drizzly Vauxhall in the early hours of Sunday morning last, the sound of ‘Last Dance’ a damp echo in our ears, we took what’s technically known as ‘a moment’ and paused for thought. We’d been dancing to the tunes of the DJ’s DJ, Severino, in Horse Meat Disco’s Lovebox special at Area. It was time for the weekend to begin winding down - the first weekend in six decades, since long before the legalisation of homosexuality, that a certain queer old dame known as Tallulah could be said to be well and truly off the planet. Severino had just dedicated the last song of the last set of Saturday night to him. And a big bunch of queers threw a cheer.

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