There are a few good gay bars in Birchington, which is one of the reasons why I believe the place to be the gay capital of Thanet. And it was in one of those pubs that I met a sweetheart called Horse, last night.
We chatted and laughed and when they played Abba, we danced and laughed some more. As they called last orders I invited him back to my place. What a catch, I thought!
But with every catch, there's a catch, it seems.
The name 'Horse' didn't quite do him justice but I think 'Sperm Whale' might have!
The flat is in a right old mess this morning and I think he may have dislocated one of my hips!