Two Thumbs Up
Aside from friendly Londoners, something happened a few weeks back which I realised has happened many times in many cities, and it really annoys me.
When I go out clubbing, and I mean real clubbing till midday the following day, which I used to do lodes and sometimes if a bank holiday comes up and my knee’s can handle it I don the dance floor now and again. In my state of good times when I am getting on down with the fittest gay men (only ever go to gay clubs) someone, normally a sad patronising straight couple walk up to me, pass me or into me and stop, smile and give me the thumbs up! As if I have just boarded the sun shine coach or learnt to tie my F-ing shoe laces.
What is noticeable is these people are not dancing, they are actually making a bee-line for me to tell me how good it is I ventured out of the house, and ‘ah bless it can actually dance’. My friends normally look at me or them and do a cross eyes expression and yawn because it is really boring, so BORE OFF.
Sometimes when the music is sweet, I give the dj the thumbs up and they normally do it back, its an appreciation of how bloody good the music is, and its only going to get better. But I don’t go up to gay, fat, black people who have ventured out for the night and give them a pat on the back and a ‘Keith Chegwin’ thumbs up for being brave enough to disco the night away. I know this sounds miserable after I have just told you how nice it is when people help, but honestly if you were there you would understand and it would make you want to vomit.
Once I was in a gay club in Birmingham, and I am so annoyed at myself for not putting my foot down with this women and telling her how wrong she was.
I was waiting in the toilet with a small friend of mine, and this women said ‘I think its so great that people like you come out and have a good time, all the people I care for are so miserable and never do anything’ Finished if off with a smile and a thumbs up.
‘People like me! she was Asian, I could have reversed that baby round if I wanted to.
GOOD GOD, I wanted to tell her that people like her shouldn’t be caring for others, and had she ever considered there are reasons why people don’t feel confident in going out, and why the hell was she a carer anyway, she was just so typical of social services, a
do-gooding knob. It made me mad, but instead I said ‘thanks’ I deserve a smack for that.
There are some very cool people out there, I’ve met lodes where no such stupidity ever comes into a conversation, and as I have got older people have got cooler because although slow, attitudes are changing. But even if you think I am ‘great’ or ‘brave’ or ‘hot’ on the dance floor, don’t act like you’re the care assistant from ‘Little Britain’ because I might get a bit ‘Vicky Pollard’ on you.
When I go out clubbing, and I mean real clubbing till midday the following day, which I used to do lodes and sometimes if a bank holiday comes up and my knee’s can handle it I don the dance floor now and again. In my state of good times when I am getting on down with the fittest gay men (only ever go to gay clubs) someone, normally a sad patronising straight couple walk up to me, pass me or into me and stop, smile and give me the thumbs up! As if I have just boarded the sun shine coach or learnt to tie my F-ing shoe laces.
What is noticeable is these people are not dancing, they are actually making a bee-line for me to tell me how good it is I ventured out of the house, and ‘ah bless it can actually dance’. My friends normally look at me or them and do a cross eyes expression and yawn because it is really boring, so BORE OFF.
Sometimes when the music is sweet, I give the dj the thumbs up and they normally do it back, its an appreciation of how bloody good the music is, and its only going to get better. But I don’t go up to gay, fat, black people who have ventured out for the night and give them a pat on the back and a ‘Keith Chegwin’ thumbs up for being brave enough to disco the night away. I know this sounds miserable after I have just told you how nice it is when people help, but honestly if you were there you would understand and it would make you want to vomit.
Once I was in a gay club in Birmingham, and I am so annoyed at myself for not putting my foot down with this women and telling her how wrong she was.
I was waiting in the toilet with a small friend of mine, and this women said ‘I think its so great that people like you come out and have a good time, all the people I care for are so miserable and never do anything’ Finished if off with a smile and a thumbs up.
‘People like me! she was Asian, I could have reversed that baby round if I wanted to.
GOOD GOD, I wanted to tell her that people like her shouldn’t be caring for others, and had she ever considered there are reasons why people don’t feel confident in going out, and why the hell was she a carer anyway, she was just so typical of social services, a
do-gooding knob. It made me mad, but instead I said ‘thanks’ I deserve a smack for that.
There are some very cool people out there, I’ve met lodes where no such stupidity ever comes into a conversation, and as I have got older people have got cooler because although slow, attitudes are changing. But even if you think I am ‘great’ or ‘brave’ or ‘hot’ on the dance floor, don’t act like you’re the care assistant from ‘Little Britain’ because I might get a bit ‘Vicky Pollard’ on you.
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