Next time you walk by a shop displaying a sign stating ‘BACK IN FIVE MINUTES’, wonder what is happening behind closed doors… and hope they have rinsed their hands before reopening for business.
Next time you walk by a shop displaying a sign stating ‘BACK IN FIVE MINUTES’, wonder what is happening behind closed doors… and hope they have rinsed their hands before reopening for business.
I’ve heard of personal shoppers to the stars… but porn stars?
That I was able to offer a helping hand to one so vulnerable and prevent their Pride weekend ending in strife… is something of which I am very proud.
One Easter Sunday, my partner and I popped to our local supermarket to pick up a few items for dinner. I immediately headed for the shelves of discounted Easter eggs…
Observing my fellow ramblers trapsing naked through the countryside (a line of grey heads, paunches, and drooping bottoms), I turned to the chap next to me and commented, “I feel like I’m in a very strange episode of Dad’s Army.”
“The Jester was a basement gay bar, lurking beneath Scala Building, a shabby curve of concrete and glass on Holloway Circus. This typical 1960s development, of the style old-school Birmingham is notorious, had seen better days, even back in the ’80s.”
