A couple of days ago a local village blogsite gave my Going Gently blogspot
a kind bit of a big up.
Subsequently my viewing figures have increased noticeably
Which is nice
I am fickle enough to acknowledge the fact but
Something on that blog site sort of bothered me though
And it was the beginning of this statement
( I adored the second sentence by the way)
"Not for the homophobic.
This man is seriously funny and entertaining, he lives in Trelawnyd."
" Not for the homophobic" was obviously a way of describing Going Gently ....and this intrigued me, for the fact that I may have a long standing ( and deep rooted ) obsession with Russell Crowe dressed as a gladiator seems to me to take a somewhat second class position behind my love of anything feathered, canine, zombie-ish, cinematic or indeed anything egg shaped and covered in deep fried breadcrumbs.....
Homophobia has always baffled me somewhat
It never really computes that someone may be upset with me by nature of my schoolgirl crushes or the fact I have shared most of my life with a hairy faced academic with a deep voice
Dislike me for being a gobshite, dislike me for my ability to be a real bitch sometimes
And even dislike me for my inability to say no to needy bulldogs that need a new home.
But don't dislike me for just being an old poof
That's soooooooooooooooo 1980s