There is a plague of social networks. The last one to grasp me to its clammy bosom is called MyLife.
Like a sad fool I tend to accept all invitations. As the villainous Robert Maxwell remarked (his only known joke) “If I were a woman I’d be permanently pregnant. I can’t say no.”
Anyhow I got a message just now asking: Who’s Searching for You? “Oh shit – creditors,” I thought, with a frisson of alarm. But no, on the side bar I saw this:
“Steve is still cute … single … and he was looking for you!”
Over the years I have enthusiastically partaken of more bizarre sexual antics than any sane person ought to – but, sorry Steve, you’ll have to search elsewhere. Try the Toad. He needs a friend. Any friend. Even you, you big girl’s blouse.
Drayton, you are blunt, sarcastic, twisted, irreverent… and brilliant, all at the same time. I thrive on your posts.
homophobic Drayton, surely not you old boy!!!!!!!!!!
The Toad is gay. Everyone in Westminster knows this. He had a gay fling at university ( a bit old to be experimenting sexualy )and claims not to have had a hetrosexual relationship until he was fifty, thereby proving that he is a wanker as we all suspected. Many rumours are circulating on political blogs about past and ongoing gay relationships. Come on Toad, hand on hip, tell us, are you coming out?
Actually, why doesn't he just fuck off?