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Then we proceeded to head to Clapham North to meet up with a friend of mine. We never made it, as we met up with Charlie, trying to spade some mad Scottish girl. At a gay bar, where Charlie knew someone he used to work with, who knew the mad Scottish (1000 words a minute) girl Charlie was trying to spade. Actually it seemed like half of Scotland's girls were there.

I think that's where the night got strange. not strange bad. Strange unusual. For example observing some guy biting some girls arse and commenting on how that was unusual turned out with the said arse being offered to me and Dan. To be bitten. Cause she liked pain. She a school teacher.

Anyway in a day that could be characterised by the phrase "Being blanked" (well Dan and myself, Charlie got into near shouting debate about the politics of poverty in Africa with mad Scottish girl that was rather pointless), Dan and I landed up speaking to a lot of the gay people at the bar. All very friendly (observations on this later).

Then right after Dan left with a cute Australian lesbian girl to catch the last train up North, I started chatting with a South African Bisexual with a Australian boyfriend who turned out to be a year below me at high school and physio at my university. This led to the normal chat about this teacher and that teacher until she was buying me drinks in the gay club up the road.

Like I said, unusual night.

Observations from the night

1. All the gay blokes knew Dan and I were straight without question.


2. All the girls (straight, gay or otherwise) kept asking, "So you're sure your straight?"


3. Must have got asked 100 times "So what are you straight boys doing in a gay bar?" Is it that unusual?


4. There were a lot of straight women in the gay bar. And all over the gay guys. There is definitely something in the gay environment that some girls seem to like, and it seems to be the gay guys.


5. Being in a large group of gay guys is very different to being in a large group of gay girls. When I went out (last year I think) with about a dozen and half lesbian girls, it was a very different environment. Although that dynamic might merely be the single straight guy in large group of gay girls over anything else.


6. Gay guys seem to be friendly in a way that straight guys only manage if you're supporting the same sports team.


7. I was totally fascinated by the procession of very expensive chauffeur driven cars pulling up the whole night and very well dressed very young, very good looking gay guys getting out and walking into the bar as if they owned. in fact the first time I thought the guys did own it. By the 6th car was I didn't really know what to make of it.


8. I was warned I 'll probably get my arse pinched a lot in the gay club. Didn't happen once. Jeeze what's wrong with my arse guys? It was bad enough being blanked by the girls the whole day. :-)


9. A gay club (or at least this gay club) was definitely not a straight club. For starters all the guys where better looking. The numbers of people pulling where definitely higher than a straight club too. By an order of magnitude.


10. It was weird being in a club where there was no need for me to think about pulling. I was asked if their was anyone I fancy by the gay friend of the gay friend of the girl who went to my school. I replied saying I was straight, and was then asked "Even so, anyone?".


11. Everyone I had met who I was told was just friends with someone and not dating them, seemed to be snogging that someone there were not dating but just friends with.

You're a superstar, at the gay bar.
You're a superstar, at the gay bar.
Yeah! you're a superstar, at the gay bar.
You're a superstar, at the gay bar.
Superstar.
Super, super, superstar