gayer?
Society, and my impending poverty force me, today, back to work.
I’ve had my annual review, and that is about it. There is NOTHING happening in banking, and so I shall be “working from home” for the rest of this week.
Whilst I sit here, waiting to go home (in half an hour; Woo. Hoo!) however, I have been listening to music. Having finished listening to all 23 Jason Donovan tracks on my pod (in none of which his voice rises any more than half a semi-tone, so monotonous is his delivery; he’s like a blonde Leonard Cohen, really), I am now listening to John Barrowman singing show tunes. In a minute I shall be getting dressed up as Carmen Miranda, felating a line of chorus boys and asking whether it could possibly *get* any gayer….