TALKING HORSES

Xmas came and went rather quietly in my house - I headed home to the parentals on Xmas Eve although I was working in the club on Xmas Eve night - it wasn't as busy as the previous night but was still fun - there are a lot of queens in Glasgow with delusions of adequacy but I've enjoyed my stint and I got some nice compliments from some of the staff saying that they thought I had just turned up to help out from another bar - some of them are just lovely and seeing things from another perspective ie - not drunk means I will never get impatient with a bar boy again, even one of the lesbians is nice. Xmas day itself was as always the most relaxing day of the year for me as all I did was sleep, read, watch TV and eat. My brother woke me up in the morning which makes a change as I'm usually waking everyone else up on Xmas day but my bar stint meant I was a tad fatigued and he took great delight in disturbing my slumbers. Prick. Anyway I got some lovely Clinique products, shirts, DVDs, the obligatory Kylie calendar and some cash. My dad delights in making dinner and we had a 3 course extravaganza followed by a few hours watching TV and eating chocolates, I literally was an absolute pig with knickers and delighted in it.

Boxing Day brought a head cold that is now doing my tits in - I went out for a while last night although having spent 3 out of the last 6 nights working in the place, it had lost some of it's charm. I have found that I am far more sociable though as a lot more people say hello to me and I must admit that it's nice to show random punters that I'm not a complete cunt and snooty bitch, the Glasgow gay scene is like any other and terribly cliquey but it's been intersting to see things from the other side of the fence so to speak. Some guys I've known for years have seen me behind the bar and almost looked on me with either pity or disgust as if I've lowered myself to doing it but I think it's helped me come out of my shell a bit and am thankful for the experience and at the end of the day - it's night and I don't give a damn about how other people feel about me pulling pints, I'm just surprised I can get any sort of reaction from people about it. I've certainly seen another side of some people I didn't think existed and let's just say, in the words of Angela Arden in an affected English accent, it's not terribly attractive!

David seems to think that I'm a complete grandpa fucker now since we had our chat about older men and one of my earlier posts. I looked horrified last night as a craggy faced old man and a cute guy that Stewart went with once had a rather vigorous kiss next to us last night. David laughed and said that I was one to talk especially as I've been with people probably older than the craggy man. That's nothing, i was talking to a guy the other night who's 19 and his best friend just turned 61. That's just not cricket, one can barely get into a nightclub and the other gets a winter fuel allowance from the government. I wish I was a fucker of any sort as my sex life in the past 2 weeks has been as dry as a monk in the desert, some guy asked for my number on my first shift but I declined as he had a set of teeth like Shergar and I may sleep with a variety of men but I draw the line at talking horses.