It was the Kings Cross Food and Wine Festival so wine vouchers were purchased (not by me), sundry local yet vaguely exotic delights were savoured and an endless number of hot dads and/or intriguing poofters were witnessed.
I saw one So You Think You Can Dance non-finalist swanning through proceedings in a pair of shiny silver high-tops, as if to prove that, even if he can’t dance, he can at least strut, but the most fascinating was a couple of silver-haired men in their fifties.
I saw two of them and thought, “What a handsome couple, god I’d love to be with someone for so long and nibble happily ever after on organic treats and gin martinis and live in a harbour-front apartment... "
Then I saw an equally handsome, grey third party who kissed them both and it threw me completely.
Are they are threesome? A thruple?
More importantly, should we kill the person who coined ‘thruple’?
In any case, it was nice to get out of the postcode.
The hot trans-seasonal look:
When the weather isn’t cold enough for that new coat but you just can’t wait to wear that new season purchase?
Just chuck on a scarf over a skimpy T-shirt.
Doesn’t look stupid at all. No, not at all.
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