FLUSH

Had a rather boring course today which was run by the nastiest most bitter wannabe lipstick lesbian I've ever had the misfortune to encounter. Let's call her Hog cos she was a real pig with knickers. So someone mentioned the menopause to whcih I jokingly said "God I think I'm going through that, I'm drying up" Now I don't think that was too much but she was a bit of a wanker about it. I did manage to wiggle out of the dyke's bad books by saying how much I like her tweed blazer. Sometimes I'm amazed at how false I can be cos who the hell wears a blazer let alone a tweed one except a fucking bull dog hog dyke?!

Also on the course was a wee guy who had lovely blue eyes and stared at me a tad too intently at the start of the day. My gaydar's pretty good but I surpassed myself today and we ended up getting quite chatty. Like most people on the Glasgow gay scene, we know mutual friends and someone that used to bang someone else. He was rather nice and very chatty although he was only 18 and it was kinda obvious, I got the feeling that his long stares were a bit obvious although it wasn't until after when one of the girls mentioned how flirty he was with me. I must be oblivious to this but I still wouldn't have kicked him out of bed for farting. Most of the time though I just want a man of about 25 - 35 with a laidback attitude who's going to be decent looking and decent with me. Where are they all hiding?!!!?

To top it all off, my uncle from the North of Scotland arrived to stay over at my parents. When I got there after my course he had arrived to sleep in my old bed and had immediately made himself at home by not bothering to either close the door or flush the toilet after he had taken a leak. I sent him back in, the dirty bastard. I headed back to my flat after dancing tonight with him getting sloshed on rum with my mum and dad. It's true what they say about not chossing your family, especially when they don't flush the toilet and drink all the booze.