Gay And Posh People Are Very Welcome Here.

This internet thing. It's amazing, don't you think? This afternoon I ordered some art materials, and an hour later I got an email saying they had dispatched the goods by first class post. This could mean they will arrive in the morning! Flipping incredible! It's nearly as quick as going to the shops myself, and a heck of a lot cheaper.

Did you notice I just said 'heck'? I don't know where that came from. Do I say heck when I'm talking? I don't think so. I say 'hell' sometimes. I say, "What the hell!" But 'heck?" I never say heck. It doesn't go with my English voice. I definitely prefer hell. It sounds much more manly. Heck sounds a little bit gay. Not that there's anything wrong with that! He adds hastily. This is an all inclusive blog. We are all different. I know lots of gay people. No I don't! Why did I say that? I know about seven or eight gay people, if you include lesbians. I actually have two lesbians friends, and two lesbians I know to say hallo to, and am acquainted with some of their friends, who are lesbians.

I know two, no, four gay men. Actually six if I include Ken and Brian, but they have moved to France and I haven't seen them for ages. Nice. Not nice that I haven't seen them. Nice. That's where they moved to in France. Say it like this: Neese. It rhymes with geese. They eat geese liver pate`in France. That's not neese, nice I mean.

I suppose lesbians include themselves in the term gay. I don't know for sure. Next time I see Julia I shall ask her. She will know because she is a lesbian. I forgot about Julia. She shall be added to the list of gay people I know. Sorry I forgot you were a lesbian Julia.

There is a poem about Julia. Not the Julia I know. Although it could be. She is a good looking woman.

When as in silk my Julia goes,

Then, then me thinks,

How sweetly flows,

The liquifaction of her clothes.

Sorry. I can't remember the rest, or who wrote it. Maybe later I shall Google the words. It is an old poem but it might be on there. It is a nuisance forgetting things. The funny thing is, well it strikes me as funny anyway, is that I used to memorise poems as a way of improving my memory. How ironic is that? I wanted to use an exclamation mark there, but suddenly realised it was a question. Rather spoilt the effect I feel.

So yes, as I was saying. Hopefully my art supplies will be here in the morning. Jolly good service! Hold on, I never use the word jolly. I might say flipping good service or even bloody good service. But not jolly. That sounds a bit posh. Not that there is anything wrong with being posh. I know lots of posh people.....