The Gay Retiree

I don't know how long my gay friends (and some of our straight ones) have been joking about how when we are at retirement age we will all move in to a gay (straight friendly of course) retirement village somewhere and reminisce over the good old (gay) days.

Now it appears that the very city I'm living in is offering just that! How I love my new city. Don't worry peeps; we're already on the waiting list.

Boyfriend of the Week

Well Christmas can't come soon enough... and not because I find the holiday truly inspirational or anything like that, but purely because I need a rest!

In short:

* Work is HELL.

* I want to move to Melbourne NOW rather than in a year's time.

* I hate the fact that London is about to descend in to WINTER.

* I need SLEEP.

However, in order to avoid seeming absolulely negative.... here is my new BOYFRIEND of the WEEK:



Yes, I've been watching repeats of Secret Life of Us late at night to remind me of where I will be living in a year's time. And I've fallen in love all over again.