Monday, 14 March 2011

Danny Wallace column

I'm walking to the train station near my home when a man going in the same direction crosses the street and walks in front of me. There is no one else around but we are walking exactly in step with each other. He should slow down and let me pass, I think, this is so embarrassing. Maybe he thinks I'm gay. Oh god, maybe my wife thinks I'm gay.

Next week: I confront my wife about my homosexuality.

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