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!
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Very nice picture you paint there, Justin.
I'm sure you'll be provoking interest from all quarters!
Whale meat again, eh?
I'll kid you not, luvvie, it was like being hit from behind by a London tube train!
He's given me quite a nasty black eye!
Hence the sunglasses?
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