Well.
Somehow I missed your epic post on Daily Fail first time around, but I've just checked out your profile, as I thought you might be a sock puppet angling for a bite.

And because I thought, 'Hang on, methinks he doth protest too much squire'.

I'm still in two minds actually; that story about the (gay) teacher that made such an impression on you when you were at a boys' private school...I know (second hand, from books) what went on in those places.

And then the way you talk about your wife - guardedly, as if consciously not saying that she was mail-order and 15 years younger than you. Of course, she may be an executive for HSBC for all I know, but it's what you leave out.

Anyway, I'm not really having a go, just killing time on Friday afternoon, when I should really be doing something more productive.

But seriously: Eurovision fanatic. Have you never sat yourself down and had a serious talk with yourself? Is it time for you to come out of the closet to yourself? Or even to us b3tans - we won't think any worse of you if you do, even at this late stage, honest.
(Che Grimsdale Best before:, Fri 9 Mar 2012, 14:52, Reply)