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Friends, foes, foreigners and country men, I am stuck. Make that suffering from information overload.

There is Boy George on my desk, and I quote: “A lot of the men I’ve loved could be described as emotionally unavailable.” “There is a lot of game playing in relationships, particularly with men. You have two masculine, dominant energies colliding” (That’s the one which has me, woman, continually baffled: How do you two do it?). ”You can be the most intelligent, well-read human being but when it comes to matters of the heart – or the loins – we all become idiots.” Well, he is approaching 50 fast so he must know what he is talking about.

A friend of mine told me this little anecdote a few days ago: An older gay couple of his aquaintance, totally committed to each other for years other than having a bit on the side every now and then, had a god almighty row because one of their lover boys raided fridge in the middle of the night. The argument went along the lines of “He can have YOUR body but not OUR cheese”. I am still chewing on that one.

No doubt Boy George will be able to help me out or, indeed, dearest sweetest Julian Clary whose bed I promised to sprinkle with rose petals.

Felix who has a habit of passing by one of my many comps at the most inappropriate moments just said: “You make it sound as if Boy George is perching on the edge of your desk this very minute.” He is, for all I know.

Knowing my luck I will have said all the wrong things though some gays do have a sense of self depracating humour unrivalled by mere mortals. I count on you guys to spring to my defence.

As to the rest of information overload … I’ll try and shred most of it.

Mwah,

U