Tragic Relief - March 16, 2007

Apparently, it's supposed to be Comic Relief Day today. Red Nose Day.

I don't feel particularly amused by the day's proceedings. And neither do the participants, stuck outdoors in worsening weather - the sky's lowering even as I type, and before I entered the library it was bitterly cold already.

Apparently, over here the following are considered to be funny:

- Shaving one's head, bears or big fluffly Village People moustache for CHERIDEEE;

- Lying in a bathtub full of Baked Beans for CHERIDEEE;

- Outdoor five a side football wearing Sumo fat suits, for erm CHERIDEEE.

Gods, where's the A material? Women; do a Lady Godiva. Ride through town in the nip. Please. Guys; Drop your pants. Pull a face! Wear a clown outfit! Contaminate the local water supply with Ecstasy! SOMETHING!

Addendum: It's not just here. It was everywhere in the UK. I think they raised some $40 million for CHERIDEEE. Imagine if the 100 billionaires living here had decided to pitch in a million apiece. They'd have been able to raise £140 million.

This is why I don't believe in telethons like Tragic Relief. Never have done. Never will do.

Bumped Into an Old Friend

I bumped into Tony Beverley, a former manager at the place where I used to work. Tony's gay and out, and while I was working, I was still in the closet myself.

This time, when I bumped into him, it was as it once had been. Not an ounce of bad blood between us, still good mates - but this time, there was a difference, and I suddenly realised it.

Of course there was a difference. I was out of the damn closet myself as being bisexual. I accepted him before, and in fact I liked him a lot as a friend. This time, though, I could accept him even more.

I could accept him as someone else who could understand me. And it showed. I felt closer to him today than I did in the entire 2.5 years we worked together.

Although I suspect he already pretty much sussed me anyway, but could have been too polite to ask. You know, DADT sort of thing.

Anyway, it was only a fleeting meeting, but the thing is, he sought me out in the crowd in the street.

I think I could grow to like this bisexual thing. ;)