Not sure what I did all day, but come 10:30, I was glad-ragged up, and heading down the road to The Greyhound. It turned out to be one of those half and half pubs, where the straights watch footy and fight in the front bar, where as out the back the gays mince along to cheesy numbers, and scream with the drag queens. Just what my Sat night was in need of! The place was rammed, with a good mix of people. I got talking to some dykes, one of whome was an exPat from London who'd married an Aussie, moved over here and then eloped with her aerobics instructor. Classy. I was sure Simon had said he was working that night, but I couldn't see him behind any of the bars, so just figured he'd
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