The thing about the Lowry Centre is that it has several theatres and performance rooms within it and the problem with us was that we ignored the ushers who were asking us which performance we were seeing. So, before finding the theatre that was showing this:
We burst into the theatre that was showing this:
Hey ho. Barbara was brilliant and, not surprisingly, the audience contained a high proportion of poofs. We all know how much we love our mums and an evening with Barbara nice is like spending an evening with your mum on acid.
Friday night we celebrated our 2nd anniversary... awwww. We went for a meal, which was lovely, but a bit pricey. Bloody restaurants using organic fair trade produce; why can't they just use normal produce and knock 15% off the price? This was followed by a couple of drinks in my favourite gay (lesbian) bar, Coyotes, in the village. The girls who frequent that place clearly love themselves, but this makes it excellent for people watching.
Saturday afternoon
We were pleasantly surprised with a phonecall from our favourite Yorkshire poofs yesterday, telling us that they were heading our way and would we like to meet up for coffee. Of course we would!
So, within a matter of hours of leaving The Village, we were there again and back in the restaurant that charges for organic things when normal food will do.
Piggy was on form, giving us a breakdown on how Tazzy manages to satisfy him despite his tiny manhood.
Honestly, those boys!
Saturday evening
Saturday evening took us to a friend's for dinner. The friend in question is a colleague of Trump's and the other guests were also colleagues and friends of Trump's, with the partner thrown in. Three men, three women.
Rocky came with us.
Rocky isn't used to seeing men, especially not three at the same time, three gay men at the same time is something he'd never experienced. He tried to have sex with two of them and the other bloke seemed to feel quite left out when Mr Luvvaman wasn't interested in humping his leg.
I was disgusted that our host even showed the little pup how to snort poppers
Dirty bastards, corrupting my little dog.
Saturday evening
Saturday evening took us to a friend's for dinner. The friend in question is a colleague of Trump's and the other guests were also colleagues and friends of Trump's, with the partner thrown in. Three men, three women.
Rocky came with us.
Rocky isn't used to seeing men, especially not three at the same time, three gay men at the same time is something he'd never experienced. He tried to have sex with two of them and the other bloke seemed to feel quite left out when Mr Luvvaman wasn't interested in humping his leg.
I was disgusted that our host even showed the little pup how to snort poppers
Dirty bastards, corrupting my little dog.
2 comments:
You went to see Babs? How exciting.
My weekend consisted of too many children which induced a headache right behind the right eye and some nervous twitching.
Mish-mash is doing great and sends her love to all.
You took the kids with you? For fuck's sake, what sort of fun did you expect to have with them tagging along?
Did you find Vancouver's own Napoleon's? I'm sure there must be one.
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