Christmas came twice last year (the Christian celebration not my stripper friend of the same name) when my sister called me on the 23rd to tell me that she had bought me a return ticket to visit her in Hong Kong. This was both a generous and impressive present because, get this....... at this point … Continue reading The Hong Kong Gay. At The Airport.
I live in London's trendy East End, surrounded by girls with skin heads and tramps that know me by name (Erol, I'm looking at you!)(Erol I'm still looking at you, if you're reading this, give that lady her phone back), but unfortunately I work in quite possibly the worst area of London for a Londoner … Continue reading The Perils of Covent Garden