Last night I found myself in conversation with two perfectly charming, well-groomed and impeccably turned out young men. Well thirty-ish. They were obviously well-heeled and arrived in a convertible "10" reg car. They were of course filthy depraved arse invaders and therefore anathema to all righteous and self-righteous hetero tigers. Except of course they really were very personable, told a cracking joke about monkeys and a a rugby team, bought their round and showed a good appreciation of rugby football. They were both gold season ticket holders at the Rec. gloucester fans may now nod sagely as if to say "told you so". They are both in gainful employ - one with a well known computer firm (oh look out of the Windows!) and the other self-employed. They both wore expensive but not flashy clothes and had nice watches. They have no children and do pretty much what they like all of the time. Without boasting, they made it clear that they spend a lot of their time together having sex. They plan to retire "young" and then spend time between their two houses - one of which is already paid for and the other will be by then. As I made my way home, I mused on my well-paid job that nevertheless still seems to leave a lot of month at the end of the money. I considered my 51 reg car. I mused on the fact that I cannot do a thing I like at the weekend because "Dad's Taxis" are stagging on from Friday to Sunday. I laughingly discounted what i describe as a sex life but is really more of a random series of sexual events, seperated by extensive begging or what TFB calls "foreplay". Gentlemen, huge piles of money, a house of your choice, good cars, fine wines, plenty of leisure activities and the occasional butt-fcuk....or a "normal" life. It is no longer looking like the no-brainer it used to be! where are those pink cords of mine? Gervaise? Brace yourself love!