Hot Child in the City

Morning! Miss here,

looks like the weather has finally gone back to being shit and the official British Summer is over. I'm just going to check the BBC weather report to confirm this...Er yes,it's going to piss it down in 5 minutes apparently.

Yay! So this gives me a little hindsight. We've had 2 weeks of gloriously warm weather and I have completely wasted them, as usual. Most 'normal' gay people, like our housemate Scot, would have taken ample opportunity to sit in Soho square, mill around the bars in Soho after work, head down to Brighton beach and generally walk about in the sun looking all tanned and gorgeous whilst looking at other tanned and gorgeous people.

Not me though. For example - last night whilst Scot was out drinking on Old Compton St, I was forcing my way through a Z list celebrity keep fit dvd with F. On the weekend, Scot invited me up to Hampstead to check out the rich gays, I went to check out my friend's new patio set (oooooh). On Monday we went down to the Sex and the City premiere (to stand outside like losers) and after seeing the back of SJP's head decided to go for dinner. We picked Nandos...with not one gay person to be found.

Actually though, if I stop and think about it, I'm not actually missing out on anything. In the true British fashion of 'Oh My God it's SUNNY! Let's take off most of our clothes and grab some sunglasses', I would have walked into Soho Square and been blinded by a sea of pasty bodies in oversized Gucci shades and, the new lesbian shoe of choice, those Brazilian flip flops (see I'm so crap I don't even know their name). In amongst the sea of skin will be a few orange beacons - fake tanning gone wrong. And the wasps will be going mental because all the boys have bought Calippos to 'show off' on, coupled with dousing themselves in a gallon of summery aftershave.