Just what you always do at a dinner party in your honour: slope off upstairs, leaving the friend you invited to come to it on his own with the host while the hostess, your mother, also slopes off.
Poor bluddy Ben. He must have wanted to sink through the floor.
I would find it difficult to disagree more with this diagnosis, if I am honest.
In what way horrible? In what way unfeeling? In what way âill-bredâ? âI have a sexual preferenceâ is hardly something requiring to be told how brave and beautiful you are for saying so, as far as I am concerned.
Had Twellsy omitted her last five words, I would have been in total agreement with her - some unusual planets must be in a rare alignmentâŚ
As it is, I tend to agree with you, although
is pretty much the opposite of what he claimed, or has.
Assuming we are ruling out, e.g., hedgehogs, hyenas and hippopotamuses. And I wouldnât be too sanguine about that, tbh, with both Brianâs and SiobhĂĄnâs blood in him.
He has stated that his sexual preference is for either sex. I think thatâs no longer particularly remarkable: we have become accustomed to the doctrine of grab.