Mrs DS #3 had a woman from the WI and her husband round for a drink last night. They were telling us how their son had just returned from Germany after a tour of Christmas fayres, where he had an excess of beer and huge German sausages.
My quip that it sounded like something Quentin Crisp would have organised was met by a stony silence and much shoe staring.
It would have helped if Mrs DS had told me before they arrived, that the lad actually
is gay.