Chapter 9

Her lined face lit up. “Where are we going?”

I wondered if I could actually shock the old dear. “We were thinking about taking you to a gay pub.”

“Which one? That new one that just opened up in the centre of the city is very good.”

“What?” I asked in amazement.

“I got myself a ticket for their opening night. The drinks were a bit dear, but the male stripper, wow, he didn’t half have a big one!”

The old gal had turned the tables on me once again. Mark doubled over when he saw the expression on my face.

“Were you thinking about getting up a visit for the old ladies to go?” Mark asked.

“God, no, half of them would collapse at the mere thought.”

Gran bustled round getting us something to eat, and we settled in for entertaining conversation. I felt sure I would die when the baby photos of me came out.

“I thought I burned all those,” I said.

“Your mother had a second set. Look, Mark, this is Simon on the hearth rug.”